"Next up is the trump card of Lordaeron — the Scarlet Cross Army!" Sally's voice became more impassioned, and one could hear the pride in her voice. "Ever since the second battle at the Dark Portal, I've never seen anything like it. The Scarlet Cross Army has been fighting on the frontlines against evil. Its glorious history can be traced back to the establishment of the Mograine Territory 300 years ago … "
Cheers, screams, noises, and the voices of girls professing their love reverberated in the sky above Lordaeron for a long time.
Duque sat at the head of the table. On his right was William, who was also the deputy commander, and on his left was the demigod Queen Sylvanas. If one were to expand further, it would be his extremely exaggerated harem.
It wasn't Duque's intention. After all, his wives happened to be the leaders of the strongest countries or races in the Alliance.
"My wives are all queens." This joke had been used many times by the middle and lower classes of the Alliance.
If not for Duke's status as a demigod and the fact that he had signed a law for the welfare of his male compatriots — commonly known as the 'Harem Act' — Duke would have been beaten to the sh * t by everyone who envied him.
There was basically no regret when one reached Duque's level.
If it wasn't for the fact that he knew that the Burning Legion was still coming to cause trouble, Duke even had the guts to announce his retirement right now. He would go home and hug his wives.
The victory ceremony was extremely grand and noisy, but as a transmigrator, Duque really didn't care about it!
When the guards of honor sent by the various countries passed by the Alliance leaders' platform, Duque stood on the skull of a ten-story tall fire elemental giant. After inspecting the troops, Duque began his routine speech.
"30 years ago, the Burning Legion's hands finally reached Azeroth. The fallen Titan Sargeras did not hesitate to plot for more than 200 years just to possess the son of the previous Guardian, Aegwynn — the previous Guardian, Medivh. The controlled Medivh opened the famous Dark Portal together with the Orc Warlock Gul 'dan, and from then on, opened the prelude to the war in Azeroth.
"Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye. We've seen the terrifying green tide formed by the Demonized Beastmen. We've resisted the undead's undead sea. We've defeated the Burning Legion's vice-commander's demonic army. We've destroyed the Ancient Gods and their followers who wanted to destroy the world. In the process, we united more and more kingdoms and different races. For the ultimate goal of destroying evil, we became brothers and sisters of different races. "
"Here, I, Duke Marcus, am pleased to announce in my capacity as the commander of the Alliance that after 30 years, we are still standing tall in this world! Standing at the peak of all races! "
Duke's speech was transmitted to the ears of the people of the Alliance through countless magic loudspeakers and tens of thousands of magic mirrors. It was branded on their retinas.
"Oh oh oh oh oh!"
Countless fists were raised high into the sky!
An endless number of weapons stood tall like a forest!
Tens of thousands of cannons pointed at the sky.
Be it the commoners or the soldiers, they all let out the loudest cheers from the surging pride in their hearts.
"Long live the Alliance!"
"Long live Azeroth!"
Du Ke allowed the people to shout loudly, venting the fanaticism in their hearts.
After a full three minutes, when the exaggerated cheers died down, Duque continued his speech.
"Some people say that the Alliance's prosperity today is all thanks to me, the commander. My wives are the first to disagree, "Duque joked. Queen Sylvie behind him raised her eyebrows cooperatively.
Hmm, the magic mirrors even gave Queen Sylvie a close-up.
Many of the people below burst out in kind laughter.
"You must be joking. Perhaps the role of a leader is to control the general direction, but the reason why the Alliance has its prosperity today is because of the efforts of tens of millions of Alliance members and your tolerance! "
"Without the gnomes' inventions and dwarves' forging, we might still be facing the ten-foot-tall demon guards with iron swords."
"Without elven magic, we would still be in the barren era of cold weapons."
"Without the Draenei's holy light and holy water, we would still be fighting against evil with the most effective weapons."
"It is precisely because of the participation of various races that have the same goal of fighting against evil that the Alliance can prosper today."
"So, as long as they are not the minions of the Burning Legion, not the servants of the Ancient Gods, not driven by the Evil Gods, as long as an intelligent race requests to join the Alliance, we will give a friendly welcome."
"Here, let us welcome the new races that have joined the Alliance — Pandaren, Tauren, Trolls, and the Forgotten —"
The addition of the new four races was just a ceremonial matter. The Alliance Throne Conference had already announced this news, and the people had already digested it.
To be honest, when the Draenei, who looked the strangest, were accepted by the people of the Alliance, there were no races that could not be accepted.
Of course, the most popular was the Pandaren.
The Pandaren was a national treasure. No matter which world it was, as long as they stood there doing nothing, just their cute appearance could capture the hearts of countless people.
The Pandaren were very funny. Although everyone knew that the leader was Shaohao, they couldn't just pull out a ghost to represent them, right?
Zhu Mistletoff insisted that he was the leader of a secret organization and was not suitable to appear in public. As a result, it was announced that the leader of the Pandaren was Chen Storm Liquor.
Old Chen was very annoyed, but this was personally appointed by Emperor Shaohao. The Pandaren valued the teachings of their ancestors the most, so he had to be the leader.
In the end, he became the leader, and his niece Lili became even more popular.
The excited screams of the people could be heard everywhere, such as: "So cute! Can I hug you? "
The people of the Alliance welcomed the Pandaren from the bottom of their hearts.
As a race that the Alliance actively invited, the Pandaren naturally received the loudest cheers. When it came to the Tauren, the applause was not bad, but for the Trolls and the Forsaken … Except for the official friendly applause, there was no applause from the people.
Of course, Duque couldn't ignore them. He publicly supported Darian and Darian, who had been promoted to the leader of the Forsaken, "Yes, perhaps the Alliance once had a war with the Trolls and the Forsaken. But that's in the past. Even if you used to be hostile, as long as you are wholeheartedly integrated into the Alliance, the people of the Alliance will see your efforts and recognize you. "
"Also, the Alliance is open. It is a righteous organization that fights against evil. We welcome all intelligent races that are willing to give their all to fight against evil to join us. "Duque said this to clear the name of the Alliance. After all, he had been a little happy recently.
Who knew that something would happen when he was showing off.
A voice suddenly burst out from the crowd, "I, Sal, the chief of the Orc Frostwolf Clan, apply to join the Alliance on behalf of the clan."
"Huh!?" At this moment, Duque's expression was very interesting.
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