Only those who had almost lost it would cherish it.
It was precisely because Laing thought that he was about to lose Duque, his most staunch and powerful supporter since the destruction of the Storm Kingdom, that Laing's mood fell into the abyss.
Now, don't be fooled by Duke's pitiful appearance. Under the premise that Duke's life wasn't in danger, Duke's pitiful appearance was just a bit of entertainment.
The haze of the nightmare had dissipated.
A brilliant future was in front of him.
How could Laing not cry with joy?
That's right! King Laing's eyes were red and moist.
Countless pairs of eyes were focused on Duque, who was teasing the king and his ministers.
General Tom Seamus looked at Duque, took a deep breath, and roared in a loud and majestic voice.
"To the hero of the Alliance, the Grand Duke of Stormwind, His Excellency Duke Marcus!"
Three thousand Stormwind soldiers, in a uniform movement, followed General Seamus, drew their swords out of their sheaths, raised their hands to the sky, and saluted Duque in unison.
At this moment, the sword-light was like a forest, swallowing mountains and rivers.
"To His Excellency Marcus."
The domineering shout echoed throughout the Dalajan city.
These soldiers were not just guards of honor. They came from all over Stormwind, from the most elite Gryphon Legion, to the local garrison, to the militia with minimal military training, and even to the refugees who came to Southshore with the refugee fleet. But now, they all had a unified name – Stormwind Elite Soldiers.
Each of their hands was stained with the blood of at least five Orc Warriors.
They were not only the elites of Stormwind, but also first-class soldiers in the entire Alliance.
Strong, firm, with combat skills and iron discipline.
However, it was such a soldier that everyone's voice carried a sense of worship.
Although Duque had long since stopped directly commanding the army of Stormwind, and even the private corps he led alone reached as many as 30,000 people, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was the king's subordinate, but the mention of the name Duke Marcus still made people in awe.
To the people of Storm:
It was he who subdued the Bloodsail Fleet and saved 600,000 civilians from certain death under the noses of hundreds of thousands of orcs.
It was him who brought life-saving food to the 600,000 starving refugees and opened up countless wastelands in the Hillsbrad Hills so that the people could live a peaceful life.
To the Storm Soldiers:
The burning of Stormwind City, the ambush at Baradine Bay, the first and second defense of Southshore, the Battle of the Hinterlands, the defense of Lordaeron, and the battle to save the Red Dragon Queen … Duque's name was equal to the glory of a warrior, equal to a miracle.
He was synonymous with the God of War.
Such a legendary figure was only 17 years old! Looking at Duque's white hair, looking at the wrinkles on Duque's hand that looked like an old man's, thinking of the curse he had received, thinking of the suffering he had to endure for this destroyed kingdom, every soldier's eyes were as red as King Laing's.
A sea appeared in front of Duque. It was a sea constructed by the gleam of swords.
The sharp swords were raised at a 45-degree angle. As Laing, Andoine, and Duque moved forward, they suddenly parted one by one. It was like the miracles of a sword parting the sea in a legend. The sea parted.
At the end of the sea, the king and his two ministers sat in an open carriage and slowly set off towards the Violet Square in the center of the Dalajan Kingdom.
Although the sky was dark, cheers could be heard on both sides of the road.
Countless Dalajan people, mage apprentices, and mages crowded on both sides of the road, trying to see the glory of the number one legendary mage in the Alliance.
If it was anyone else, even if he was a king, the Dalajan mages would not be so revered.
This was an era where the spirit of chivalry was the most revered. Looking at the seven human kingdoms, except for the Dalajan, no king was a mage. In most human settlements, only the general who led the army to charge would be recognized as a true hero. Mages, on the other hand, were just mysterious people who hid in the protection of the army and released sinister magic. In a sense, it was precisely because of the prejudice of the majority that Duque, a mage hero, was even more precious.
Duque was the Grand Duke of Stormwind, but was that important? Didn't they see that even the prince of Cuel Salas was mingling in the Dalajan? As long as he was a hero in the field of magic, he would naturally be warmly welcomed by the Dalajan people.
In their opinion, Duque, who had once lectured in the Dalajan, was undoubtedly a member of the Dalajan.
"Duque! Duque! Duque! "
The uniform shouts were like a tsunami, rising and falling one after another.
The scene and atmosphere made King Laing, who sat opposite Duque, and Andoine, who sat beside Duque, become foils. Of course, neither of them cared. They just smiled at Duque.
Duque gently waved his right hand while his left raised the Marshal's Combat Staff from Antonidas.
Even after the direct attack of the Wings of Death's Shadow Flames and such a violent explosion, there was not a single scratch left on it. The staff was still shining with silver light. The head of a winged horse was carved on the staff, emitting a faint silver light. It looked extremely holy and beautiful.
When Duque raised the shining staff made by the Dalajan, the crowd's cheers reached its peak.
In the square, the representatives of the nine countries of the alliance, except for Stormwind, had already gathered.
Looking at Duque, every king and every representative had a complicated feeling.
They did not expect Duque to do it.
With his almost dead body, he led a small team of five and penetrated thousands of miles behind enemy lines. He sneaked into the heavily guarded Grim Batol Fortress while the Red Dragon patrolled in the sky and the Beastmen roamed the wetlands. He cleverly used the Wings of Death's plot to complete the feat of liberating the Red Dragon Queen.
If Duque could be said to be a wise man and a commander who only knew how to command, the current Duque was like a real hero who had been quenched in a furnace. After a real test, he was reborn and became a real hero of the alliance.
His reputation as a hero had been completely established. No matter what happened to Duque in the future, he would become an indelible legend in the history of the alliance.
No matter how much the King of Terenas secretly mocked Duque, he had to put on a smile and welcome Duque.
However, an accident that no one could have imagined happened at this moment.
An abrupt voice suddenly rang out in front of the drum music.
"Duque, you have become a hero. You also told us that the Red Dragon Legion is no longer a part of the tribe. So, I want to ask you, who should I look for to avenge my son's death?! "
If it was some blind pawn, perhaps he would have been dragged out and killed by the angry soldiers after saying this.
But the person who said this was King Kurtiras, Daylin Proudmoore!
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