At this moment, the atmosphere in the Dalajan Kingdom was extremely strange.
"The elites of the Rotterdam have been defeated?"
"Don't be afraid, we still have His Excellency Duke Marcus!"
"Yes! As long as he's here, we have nothing to fear. "
A large-scale elite assault battle that could have been recorded in history and surpassed the imagination of mortals had become the biggest joke. Just like how the silly Orcs had fought with the humans on the vast sea, only to be killed. Today, the Rotterdam Kingdom had become the biggest joke.
More than half of the kingdom's elite knights had been slaughtered in less than an hour. King Terenas could totally imagine that he would be criticized by the nobles of the Rotterdam Kingdom in the following days.
If it was just a simple defeat, it would be fine. If they were to lose, they would lose together. At most, the whole of the Rotterdam Kingdom would suffer together, and everyone would go home to lick their wounds.
But Duque had appeared.
Duque, who was thought to have died somewhere, actually appeared again, and perfectly used the elites of the Rotterdam Kingdom as bait to lure away a large number of chiefs.
What happened to being the leader?
How did the great Rotterdam Kingdom become a sacrificial pawn?
King Terenas felt a surge of anger in his chest, and he almost fainted on the spot.
Terenas' face was very, very black, as if he had touched charcoal.
His whole body was trembling. Others might think that he was sad about the loss of the elites, but only he knew that he had developed a grudge against a junior that he had always looked down on.
Be it Anduin Lothar or Duke Marcus, these two candidates for the commander in chief of the Alliance were the only way out.
Using the noble Lothar as a mascot, and then kicking Duque away when the war was not going well. That was what Terenas had thought. With these two scapegoats, it was only natural for the general of the Rotterdam Kingdom to be promoted to the commander in chief of the Alliance.
Who would have known that Andoine and Duque worked together perfectly? One controlled the western battlefield, and the other coordinated the entire Alliance perfectly, organizing many successful military operations, and expanding the Alliance from eight to ten?
Just thinking about it made him mad.
In exchange for a compromise, two country bumpkins from a remote southern country became the heroes of the Alliance. His Rotterdam Kingdom had contributed money, manpower, and effort in exchange for a core position …
Look at the way the kings were looking at Terenas now — they were all mocking him, as if he was an idiot!
Terenas almost wanted to send someone to kill Duque on the spot.
But he resisted.
Whether it could solve the problem of the Red Dragon Queen was still unknown. If he were to trip Duque up at this juncture, firstly, he would not be able to make it in time, and secondly, the alliance would really collapse. That would not be beneficial to the Rotterdam Kingdom at all.
Even though he knew that he was on the verge of losing control, the self-restraint of a veteran politician suppressed his emotional impulses, allowing his intense heartbeat to gradually calm down.
"It seems that we old bones are still outdated. The future of the Alliance still depends on Marcus and the other youngsters!" He was no longer upset, no longer agitated. If he did not lose control just a moment ago, everyone would think that Terenas was a kind elder who took care of the younger generation.
That's right, Terenas had decided that since he could not suppress Duque, he would kill him by praising him. According to his experience, he would definitely not be able to see through this kind of overt plot. Once he got carried away, it would be the time for him to fall into hell.
Terenas' lips curled into a cold smile.
Unfortunately, Terenas would definitely fail. Duque was not some ignorant sixteen-year-old from a small village in Azeroth!
Duque had no way of knowing what Terenas was thinking. He did not take the loss of the Rotterdam Kingdom to heart.
It was true that the Rotterdam Kingdom's unintentional attack helped him take the bullet. This was definitely unexpected. From the beginning to the end, Duque had never thought of tricking the Rotterdam Kingdom.
This was a battle that transcended the mortal world. Why did the small Rotterdam Kingdom come here to interfere?
Was it my fault that Terenas was looking for trouble?
No! I will not take the blame for this.
Duque focused on finding Alexstrasza.
From beginning to end, the Red Dragon Queen and the Black Dragon King, the two Ancient Dragon Aspects, were the main focus of this show.
Unfortunately, Duque did not know what was going to happen next. As a butterfly that incited the general trend and changed history, Duke had changed too many things.
In the original history, because the main force of Orgrim had been destroyed, only the Dragonmaw Clan was left to defend Grimbator. In the absence of Zuluhed, the Orc Warlock Nekros who controlled the [Demon's Soul] used the most idiotic method — he brought a large number of red dragon eggs with him and ran away from Grimbator.
Now, the main force of the Orcs had not completely collapsed. The Horde was still strong, not to mention they had the help of several Ancient Red Dragons.
It was unlikely that Nekros would run away. So, this was likely to be a tough battle.
As expected, Nekros came.
Silently, an ugly Orc's head seemed to be floating in the darkness. The dark blue light that flowed in the darkness reflected half of the old green face that was full of curves. The long facial hair looked like withered grass rooted in the cracked earth. The Orc Warlock's cheeks were deeply sunken, and the dull luster on his face reminded people of a corpse.
Nekros pursed his lips tightly. His thick lips seemed to have two sharp stones on them, propping up two openings in his lower jaw, exposing his fangs.
His hood was embroidered with demonic incantations, and the shadows that extended from it covered his eye sockets. The deeply sunken eyes emitted a deathly light in the darkness.
If not for the fact that he could still feel his breath, Duque would have thought that he had encountered an undead, and not a living Orc.
Nekros spoke in a voice that reminded people of death. His common language was terrible, and Duque could barely understand him. "Duke Marcus, the nightmare of the Horde. I did not think that you would come. "
Duque leaned on his staff. "To this world, your Horde is the nightmare."
"Hehehe!" Nekros let out a rough and unpleasant laugh. "Unfortunately, after today, only one of the two nightmares will remain."
Nekros was right. The Red Dragon Army was the last card of the Horde. After losing the main forces of the Blackstone and Warsong clans, the Horde no longer had the upper hand in terms of quantity and quality. And the terrifying military mobilization ability of the Alliance had only just been revealed.
Duque curled his lips and imposed a conclusion on this meaningless argument. "You die, I live!"
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