To Duque, it didn't matter who was the challenger. If the Alliance and the Horde were in a honeymoon period, Duque wouldn't even mind going easy on the Horde.
But now, of course, if they could win, it was because of their abilities. Why didn't Duque give them his blessings?
"Good job! Reward! " As a big shot in the Alliance, Duque casually took out top-grade equipment from his storage space that had never been seen on the market.
Duque would only give equipment that was as old as the Molten Core to outstanding newbie professionals.
The equipment that Duque casually gave out was at least as good as the Alkafon's Treasury.
There were only so many people in the Alliance's hero squad, and equipment was quickly worn out.
Plus, each Boss wouldn't respawn after being killed in one go, so the loot was ten to eight times more than in the game.
It was easy for the hero squad to get more equipment.
After Duque became a demigod, there were many additional benefits: as a former Void Lord and a demigod who had mastered the power of the soul, he could now erase the soul binding on equipment taken off by mortals.
This was very simple: erase the soul imprint on the equipment. As long as it wasn't an artifact with basic or above self-awareness, there was no equipment that could withstand Duque's soul attack after it left its owner.
This allowed the Alliance experts to use their equipment much more efficiently.
Looking at the treatment of the local tycoons on the Alliance's side, looking at the happy warriors of the Alliance, almost all the Tribal professionals were envious and had a pitiful look on their faces.
The most painful thing was that when the arena was first built, all the Alliance and Horde soldiers were forced to not leave the arena early, regardless of whether they won or lost.
The Alliance warriors were celebrating, and the Horde, which was mainly made up of Orcs, felt very aggrieved.
At that moment, King Sarufar stood up and jumped into the field from the side of the five-meter-high stand. He pulled the dizzy orc warrior, Nahok Steelbreaker, to his feet.
"Stand up! All of you stand up! You always claim to be the inheritors of the Orc tradition. So what's your attitude toward the victors now?! King Sarufar pointed at the thousands of orc hostages and asked, "Is this the attitude of a victor?"
"But … they're not orcs!" Someone in the crowd said weakly.
Old Salufar waved his hand. "What a joke!"
He pointed at the crowd of Twin-headed Ogres and said, "Do you see those Ogres? Once upon a time, our ancestors were proud of killing an Ogre alone, and they were heroes who killed Goron alone. But today, they are in the Horde's army, fighting side by side with us Orcs like our brothers! Isn't it because we worship the strong? Why can we even accept our former mortal enemies? "
King Salufar turned around and pointed at the Alliance warriors who were looking at the orcs. "Since you call yourselves brave orcs, then tell me — did these warriors cheat in the battle just now?"
The thousands of orcs fell silent.
The King suddenly roared like a drum, "Orcs! Answer me right now! "
As if awakened from a dream, the thousands of orcs stood up in unison and answered, "No — no —"
It was another question that seemed to wake the world up, "So their victory, was it a glorious victory?"
The thousands of orcs answered in unison again, "Yes —"
Using all the strength in his body, he practically roared out every drop of air in his lungs. At that moment, it was as if he was possessed by Lord Roar. His voice was like thunder. "Then all of you should f * cking applaud and cheer for the winner! Otherwise, you're not fit to call yourselves warlike orcs — "
After being stunned for a full two seconds, the Orcs burst into cheers that could topple mountains and overturn seas.
"Yes! The victors should be praised! "
"Well fought! Your battle tactics are amazing! "
"When I go back, I'm going to practice my little bastard's battle tactics!"
The Alliance audience was stunned for half a second, then followed suit and shouted like a storm.
"Haha! That's more like it! "
"If you want to fight alongside us, you have to be strong!"
Amidst the cheers, the orc warriors walked towards the Alliance warriors.
Nahok lightly punched the chest armor of the Alliance warrior, Sacagar. "Brother, you fought beautifully just now. You're the real main tank that supports the team!"
"Your whirlwind was beautiful too." Sacagar smiled back.
Unknowingly, the atmosphere between the Alliance and the Horde began to harmonize.
At that moment, Duque stood up and waved his arms. His voice, which contained faint divine power, spread in all directions. "I, Duke Marcus, hereby propose that since the Alliance and the Horde will be facing the Lich King's terrifying undead army in the upcoming battle of Icecrown Glacier, for the future of all the living, the warriors of the Alliance and the Horde should form a team and participate in this crusade together. Varrock, what do you think? "
Of course, King Salufar agreed. "Great! That's what an ally should do! "
Duque waved his hand, and dozens of noble purple objects flew towards the Horde warriors under the support of a strange small tornado.
"This is …" The orc warrior Nahok was a little stunned.
Duque's voice rang out again. "The winner should enjoy cheers, praises, and the best prize. But the one who put in the effort, blood, and sweat should also be praised. This is a slightly lower level prize. Let's take it as the prize for the runner-up. "
If one wanted to form a team, if half the team's equipment was more than one level lower, it would be impossible to carry them. If the loser was given the same prize as the winner, then the wine of victory would be bitter.
Duque's move not only satisfied the winner's heart of glory, but also made it so that the loser would not be left with nothing. The gap was too big to form a team.
Even Varrock could not help but clap his hands in praise. "Beautiful!"
Millhouse's shrill voice rang out again. "Well then, warriors of the Alliance and the Horde, please enter the arena together and face the greatest terrifying creature from Noscent!"
Almost at the same time, a roar that seemed to have come from the primordial wilderness resounded throughout the entire arena.
"Roar!"
At the same time, the huge iron gate in the south opened, and a huge horse-like creature that had broken free from its shackles charged out.
At first glance, he looked like an oversized centaur.
If one looked carefully, they would find that he was more than four stories tall, with ash-black fur and brown skin. There were two huge tusks on his cheeks that looked like curved ivory tusks.
"That's right! He is the dangerous creature from the Arctic, the Mammoth Man — Gomok the Impaler! "
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