Fighting!
This would always be the main theme of the creatures.
No world had unlimited resources. One day, they would find that there would never be too many places for them to live and reproduce.
Limited resources and limitless reproduction requirements. This led to the inevitability of conflict.
Why was the champion revered by everyone?
It was because the victory of the champion was built on countless losers. Only by defeating the most and the strongest enemies could one bring the greatest sense of accomplishment.
In front of Duque, King Sarufar, and the others were the two champion teams from the Alliance and the Horde.
Millhouse's slightly shrill Gnome voice sounded again. "Come on! Warriors representing the Alliance and the Horde. "
On both sides of the special seats, two groups of people slowly walked out from the dark tunnel and onto the protruding platform at the side of the arena.
Looking at these young and energetic faces, Duque couldn't help but smile. Back when he was still a newbie in Azeroth, he wasn't as good at fighting as these little guys.
Duque suddenly noticed that both sides had 12 people. The Alliance had no Death Knights or Shamans, and the Horde had no Paladins.
Duque was a little surprised, but then he felt relieved.
Sure enough, this butterfly of his had stirred up the general trend of the world!
Rothelma Theron was still at the level of a lackey, helping the lively Queen Sylvie. The blood elves didn't join the Horde, so naturally, the Horde didn't have any Paladins.
On the Alliance's side, even the Forgotten Ones were still a taboo, let alone the Immortals. Of course, they weren't so open-minded as to allow Death Knights to become official professionals.
Similarly, for some reason, the Draenei didn't seem to have started their Shamanic path.
It felt a little messy.
Duque didn't mind this.
In Millhouse's introduction, Duque heard some unfamiliar names: Kavina Woodsong, Asilia Moonwalker, Ansa Forgemaster …
Duque didn't have any impression of these little guys who were praised by Millhouse as the leaders of the new generation of the Alliance. After all, back in the game, Duque had beaten up the Horde warriors.
Duque smiled. Heroes were created by the times. When the Dark Portal had just opened, it felt like anyone he met was a great person of the future.
That era is gone forever.
These little fellows might not be able to reach Jaina's level. However, every large organization was not simply composed of the strongest. The pyramid was the best representation of the ratio between the strong and the weak.
Perhaps the ultimate victor would be decided by top-notch martial strength, but the true pillars of a large organization were the core members like the ones in front of them.
Just as Millhouse finished his introduction, Duque stood up. He could clearly feel the excitement of this group of alliance warriors.
He cleared his throat, and his voice, which was clean and full of wisdom, was amplified by magic and spread to the entire audience.
"A true warrior must not only have the courage to face the most bleak and desperate situations, but he also needs a peaceful heart. In the future, perhaps some of you will become heroes of the Alliance. Perhaps some of you will die in battle. However, most of you will become the core members of the Alliance through your occupation. "
"If the heroes in your eyes are the sharpness and shield of the Alliance, then the core members are the backbone of the Alliance. Only the backbone is the core that allows the Alliance to stand tall. "
"I have high hopes for you, and I wish you all the best! I hope you can trust your comrades and completely integrate into the big family of the Alliance. Go! For the future of the Alliance, for the future of yourself and your friends, fight for it! "
Compared to Duque's calm speech, King Sarufar's speech was much more passionate. He personally walked over to the Tribal warriors and encouraged them face to face. Unfortunately, his speech was still so old-fashioned. It was nothing more than the honor of the Tribe, the traditions of the Orcs, blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, and so on.
Jaina came over and put her hand on the back of Duque's hand. She smiled and whispered, "Is it really okay to speak so unexciting?"
Duque glanced at the Tribal warriors who seemed to be on steroids and kept shouting. He snickered. "If this was a one-on-one duel, I would undoubtedly lose by doing this."
The second half of Duque's sentence was naturally that it was most appropriate for him to do so.
Jaina was so smart that she understood on the spot. This Queen Kurtiras, who had always been a strong woman, showed a rare expression of a little girl. "You, you're the most cunning."
Sure enough, the following battle confirmed Duque's prediction.
The Tribal warriors on steroids were too fierce, so fierce that they forgot themselves and even easily gave up on the camp. Most of them just barely completed their own duties and focused more on attacking.
It seemed that this was the so-called "fierce as a tiger, but not a single enemy was killed."
Almost all the Alliance warriors were injured from the start, but the Alliance quickly stabilized their position. The Alliance's battle strategy could be described in one sentence: "Focus fire on the Shaman, desperately control the tree-shaped Druid, constantly interrupt the Priest's healing, and dispel all the Tribe's continuous recovery and control skills."
There were only twelve people, but the Alliance warriors fought like an army of a thousand.
This scene moved King Sarufar on the spot. His mouth moved for a moment before he squeezed out a few words. "We're going to lose."
"Lose? No way! "Young Sarufar was also a guy with the word" brave "carved on his chest, so he couldn't tell for a moment.
"Watch carefully and learn well. The gap between us and the Alliance is already comprehensive."
"Ah!" Although surprised, young Sarufar still followed his father's words and opened his eyes wide, trying to imprint this scene into his mind.
Sure enough, after a few rounds, the Tribe's recovery Shaman was the first to fall under the concentrated firepower. The Shaman's weakness of lacking life-saving skills was exposed at this moment.
Then, as if there was a chain of explosions, under the rapid transfer of firepower and concentrated attacks of the Alliance warriors, the Tribe's healers fell one by one.
Like dominoes falling, the 12-man team of the Tribe was wiped out in the next ten seconds, all of them beaten to the ground.
"We won!" The Alliance warrior, Sagakal, was the first to raise the weapon in his hand, showing off his victory to Duque, to the Alliance leaders, and to the audience of over ten thousand!
"We won!" The eleven Alliance warriors cheered in unison.
"Long live the Alliance!" More than six thousand Alliance people burst into cheers like a tsunami.
On the contrary, the Tribe side was silent.
As the host of the ceremony, Millhouse immediately announced proudly, "Alright! The team of warriors who will accept the Crusade's trial has been decided. They are the Alliance Warriors! "
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