On the surface of the ice, a loud and clear song echoed.
"With the glory of Thoradin The Great, we rushed to the south, and planted the blue lion flag on the King's Valley, that is the symbol of humanity's great legacy … We put our fate in your hands, the golden lion flag … Ah, the golden lion, you are the symbol of dignity and nobility, you are the knight that symbolizes honor … Ah, Stormwind City, you are the fortress of pioneers, the bridgehead of humanity's civilization, no matter what enemy it is, you can defeat it …"
This song was originally an unknown tune from a thousand years ago, but unknowingly, it became one of the military songs of Stormwind, and would be played during every break of military training. But now that it was sung by the warriors who had lost their country, there was an additional sense of sorrow and sorrow. To every warrior of Stormwind, only when they had truly taken back Stormwind City and reclaimed the Elven Forest would they be worthy of this military song!
After more than half a year of suffering, the journey was full of bitterness. The warriors of Stormwind used their blood and tears to water every inch of land from the Red Ridge Mountains to the Elven Forest, and then to Stormwind City.
Some lost their houses and fields, some lost their best friends of many years, some lost their wives and children, and what was worse was that they had lost their own capital. From now on, they were just stray dogs in the eyes of others.
But no matter how strong the Orcs were, they were not depressed.
Because they had a great King Laing who had accompanied them until the very end.
They had a great commander, Andoine, who was always encouraging them and leading them.
They also had a great hero who had mysterious abilities and created one miracle after another, Duque.
Tonight, all the suffering had temporarily come to an end. From the next dawn, they firmly believed that under the leadership of these heroes, they would finally win the war against the Orcs!
"Sir Marcus! Thank you! "
"You are our benefactor, our hope …"
"Thank you, I can finally live to see my wife and children."
As Stormwind City disappeared into the horizon, the soldiers began to shout excitedly after surviving a disaster. The further away they were from Stormwind City, the more intense the flames were.
If the sound at the beginning was just a trickle of spring water in the dense forest, then by the end, it had become a surging ocean. The sound waves were like huge waves set off by a hurricane, assaulting one's face …
Duque, Laing, Bolvar, and the other higher-ups of the Storm Storm stood side by side at the front of the ice ship. It was at this moment that they truly understood what it meant to be a tsunami. When 50,000 people crowded together and raised their swords to cheer and salute, the shocking scene was definitely unforgettable!
It was not a military parade, nor was it an act on the scene, but a sincere expression of gratitude.
King Laing smiled. "Duque, make a platform for the soldiers to see you."
Duque was a little embarrassed. He was in the limelight, wasn't he?
"Your Majesty, this …"
Laing smiled as he patted the huge block of ice that had frozen Black Hand's head. He then looked at the huge tribal flag and said, "These two things are enough for me. Besides, I've never cared about the reputation of a true hero being above mine. You see, I've never been the most famous person in the military. "
Laing was incomparably magnanimous.
Andoine also egged Duque on. "Young man, Laing is preparing to make you do hard labor. If you don't go collect some interest first, I'm afraid you'll be miserable for a long time. "
Bolvar also smiled and nodded at Duque.
Duque no longer hesitated. A huge ice prism beneath his feet lifted Duque straight up.
Seeing Duque's robed figure, a huge wave of cheers rose into the sky. All of a sudden, the dark clouds dispersed, and the tranquil moonlight shone on the surface of the ice. It was as if the moon had heard the cheers and sneakily poked its head out to take a look!
"Long live Duke Marcus!"
"Long live the great guardian of the Storm!"
It was no exaggeration to say that Duque's blood was boiling at this moment!
He suddenly felt that all the hard work and preparation he had put in for so long was all worth it.
At this moment, the system notification sounded.
"Congratulations, Host. Your reputation in Stormwind has been permanently fixed at 'Worship'. Even if you lose all your integrity in the future, the people of Stormwind will still believe you unconditionally. In that case, your integrity will be seen as a 'hypocritical' state. "
Hypocritical state? What the hell was that?
Duque did not have time to think too much. He came down after receiving three waves of cheers from the soldiers.
Andoine then asked, "What do we do next? Your merfolk are going to drag us to Southshore just like that? "
Duque could not help but laugh. "How is that possible? It's not easy to maintain this big ice ship, and the waves in the deep sea will be a problem. It's summer now, and the high temperature will easily melt the ice. "
Bolvar's expression turned a little ugly. "Damn it, we have almost no food and water. If the ice melts, won't it …"
Bolvar had already imagined the tragic scene of a group of people wearing armor and sinking straight into the sea.
Duque took out a simple sea map and pointed to an island opposite Stormwind City. "Our destination is here."
The ice ship arrived at its destination early the next morning. It was a small island that was only five square kilometers in size. The biggest feature of the island was that it had a fresh water spring. The sea merchants who traveled between Stormwind City and Kul 'Tiras all knew of this nameless island. When there was a shortage of drinking water, most would choose to stop here to replenish their water.
And now, there was enough bread to feed 50,000 people for half a month.
The soldiers once again burst into fiery cheers when they stepped on land.
Duque shrugged. "Alright, the next step is to wait for the fleet to send us to Southshore."
Under the shade of a few trees, the higher-ups of Stormwind began to discuss the future policies of the kingdom.
"I plan to make a trip to Rotterdam. I want to unite all the human kingdoms, as well as the Dwarves and High Elves to form a huge alliance to fight against the Orcs' invasion." Clayon revealed the plan that he had been thinking about for a long time.
Rotterdam was located in the northeast of the Eastern Kingdom. It was the home that the Rotterdam Kingdom was most proud of. In fact, at this point in time, the Rotterdam Kingdom was the most powerful among the seven human kingdoms. The rich Rotterdam Kingdom had the widest fields and the largest population among the seven kingdoms.
There was a saying that went, "I'd rather be a baron in Rotterdam than an earl in Torrential Fortress." This mentality was a good reflection of the richness of the land.
"Should I stay in Southshore to train the troops?" Andoine asked.
"No, you should follow His Majesty to Rotterdam." Duque rejected Lothar's suggestion.
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