The magic communication projection in the Alliance was not some mass-produced TV. The large illusory three-dimensional screen used for publicity required a magic transmission node to be set up in advance, and then at least one Sky Mage was sent to monitor the flow of magic.
Therefore, at most, a large screen could be placed in every densely populated area.
On the screen, the super elemental giant controlled by Duque chopped down on Braindead Roar's neck like a log.
Originally, every square in the Alliance was always full of discussion and low exclamations, making the square seem noisy.
But at this time, every square in the Alliance seemed to be under some kind of silent spell, and the squares of all sizes gradually quieted down.
The silence was just an illusion before the storm.
One chop, two chop, three chop … seven chop!
When the elemental giant's axe was finally like an executioner, ruthlessly chopping off Garrus's huge and ugly head.
The crowd continued to be quiet for a few seconds.
But in these few seconds, it felt like the emotions of all the Alliance people were like springs that had been pressed to the bottom.
Pressed to the end, it was either collapse or the most thorough … explosion.
Sally Whitemane's excited voice just happened to ring out at this moment —
"Did you see it? The people of the Alliance! Every soldier who fought or stuck to their posts! Did you see it? Just now, the Supreme Commander of the Alliance, His Excellency Duke Marcus, finally used his elemental giant to chop off the head of the Horde's chief, Garrus Hellscream! "
"The death of Garrus, who colluded with the ancient god Yashaji, symbolizes the destruction of the evil Horde!"
"The Alliance has won!"
"Long live the Alliance —"
The excitement that had been brewing for a long time was finally released at this moment.
Boom —
The next moment, the cheers of countless Alliance people burst out, resounding through the sky and resounding in every corner of the Alliance's territory.
From the most prosperous and prosperous Eastern Kingdom continent, to Snow Northrend, which had long been allocated, to Kalimdor, which had been in constant conflict for more than a decade, and finally to Pandaria, which had recently joined the Alliance.
On every continent in Azeroth, the fanatical cheers of the Alliance people soared!
"Long live the Alliance!"
"We won!"
The soldiers raised the weapons in their hands and their fists.
The passionate girls kissed every Alliance soldier they saw.
The older generation of the Alliance kept wiping away their tears in excitement. The cruel images of their homes being destroyed by the Horde flashed in their minds like a movie, and the voices and smiles of their loved ones who had lost their lives kept replaying in their minds.
"Long live!" In front of Orgrimmar, the Alliance soldiers chanted all sorts of slogans, killing every single Mutated Beastman.
"It's over?" Queen Syn, Muradin Bronzebeard, Jean, Tirion, Gavinrad, and the other elders who had participated in the Second Battle of the Dark Portal were still in disbelief.
"It's over!" Duque said with absolute certainty.
Below him, the giant Garrouch who had lost his head could no longer maintain his form. A large amount of rancid blue and white liquid flowed out of the corpse and was purified by the holy water that Duque had prepared beforehand.
Nearly ten flying transport ships were pouring holy water from the Naaru to the scene.
"Zi zi zi!" Without the support of evil energy, Garrusch's body shrank rapidly. In less than half a minute, he had become a headless and handless corpse.
"Sigh!" The sigh of an old Horde hero echoed in the Weave.
Duque didn't know how to face Grom. No matter how he dealt with this matter, it would only become awkward.
Duque shook his head and told himself, I'm a human, a human of the Alliance!
With a light tap, the Elemental Giant who had just displayed his might was annihilated in the air, and all the elements returned to their respective Elemental Realms.
"Phew …" Letting out a long breath, Duque looked at the brownish-red soul that was leaping in his palm. There, there was still a remnant of Garrusch's soul that hadn't disappeared, and it kept roaring angrily. Unfortunately, his soul was imprisoned in that palm-sized place by Duque.
Without hesitation, Duque put his palms together, and his powerful soul power crushed the last of Garrusch's soul.
Duque sighed. "It's finally over!"
If he had killed Garrusch, there wouldn't have been the so-called King of Draenor.
Duque really had enough of those damned enemies who didn't die cleanly and came back to cause trouble.
The pandaren leader, Zhu Tulan, stepped forward. "Commander, actually … we pandaren think that a fair trial would be better …"
Duque didn't back down. "The Horde has brought tens of millions of casualties to the Alliance. This disaster is more serious than the damage caused by the Horde in Pandaria. The Alliance has tried to solve the problem in a peaceful way, gathering the power of all the intelligent races in Azeroth to face the Burning Legion and the ancient gods. I'm sorry, but the Horde has let down the Alliance's good intentions. So, this is the trial the Alliance has given the Horde. "
Kill the great chief!
Destroy them all!
"Alright, I'll report this to Emperor Shaohao."
"Emperor Shaohao will understand the Alliance's actions," Duque said solemnly.
A few days later, on the wasteland of Splendid Valley, Erudite Zhou Zhuo and a group of Alliance heroes witnessed the appearance of Shaohao's soul. With the help of the four gods and Shaohao, Splendid Valley regrown its first tree, symbolizing the end of the war in Pandaria and the beginning of the reconstruction of Splendid Valley.
More importantly, the Alliance held a throne meeting while sending millions of soldiers to clear out the remaining orcs on the Kalimdor Continent.
Duque sat on the commander's throne, and a dozen or so Alliance leaders sat in a ring of thrones. Everyone's eyes fell on the few special representatives at the bottom of the throne.
Duque cleared his throat. "Let me emphasize. The Darkspear Trolls only represent the Darkspear tribe. The High Elves and humans used to form an alliance, which is different from the Amani Trolls and Darkbranch Trolls. Just like how the Blood Elves and Night Elves are now different races. Is everyone clear now that I've put it this way? "
The leaders nodded.
"Alright, now, the Alliance will hold a public vote on whether or not to allow the Tauren, Darkspear Trolls, and the Forsaken to join the Alliance. Leaders with voting rights, please raise your hand. "
Below, Ben, Wojin, and Dranos were all anxious.
The Horde was done for, and the era of the Alliance's unification of Azeroth was inevitable. As the core race of the Horde, joining the Alliance was the only way out.
In the past week, the Alliance had cleared out millions of Horde that were dominated by mutated orcs. Now, the three races added up to only a few hundred thousand people, and if they really fought, it wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps between the Alliance's teeth. So, taking advantage of the destruction of the orthodox Horde, the three races jointly applied to join the Alliance.
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