The bitterness of failure spread on the lips of every Orc. Many of them had come with the idea of conquering a wider world and obtaining a more fertile land for their clans.
The cruel reality mercilessly knocked them down. The alliance of intelligent races known as humans, dwarves, and High Elves was a cut above the Horde.
They were kicked from the position of great conquerors to the position of captives.
The joy of victory spread in the hearts of every member of the alliance.
People were cheering and hugging each other everywhere. Everyone patted each other's shoulders and celebrated their victory. They were celebrating that they had safely survived this terrible war.
Aurelia looked at Duque's side profile and felt a surge of excitement that no one else could understand. As one of the biggest witnesses of Duque's miracle, she had watched Duque walk step by step from a penniless mage apprentice to a hero of the alliance.
She still remembered that two years ago, Duque was still a little boy who relied on the mage apprentice handbook that she had given him to start his career. Then, she had spent three months in prison for this despicable guy. No matter how many times she thought about it, she still felt that it was hateful. Then, this guy appeared as the perfect savior for Cuel Salas, who was on the brink of death, and saved the entire High Elves Kingdom in one fell swoop under the gaze of the Silver Moon Council and Sun King.
What was it about Duque that deeply attracted her and made her heart, which had been silent for countless years, so excited that she was willing to do anything for him?
Was it the wisdom and vision that far surpassed the mortal world?
Was it the shocking aura that forced tens of thousands of soldiers to retreat with a single flag?
Or was it the prestige that made tens of thousands of enemies surrender at the sight of a flag?
No! It was neither.
Or perhaps it was both …
Women were complicated and contradictory creatures.
Aurelia didn't know anything else. At this moment, at this moment, she only knew that she loved Duque to death.
"Hey, Duque." Aurelia suddenly spoke. She had an urge to kiss Duque, but at least 30,000 pairs of eyes were looking at them. This made her, who had always been dignified and elegant, feel embarrassed. She was wondering if she should let Duque go down to the tank.
Who knew …
"Duque! I love you so much. "
Yes, something happened that made Aurelia angry, but also a little unable to vent her anger.
Ignoring the gazes of tens of thousands of people, or perhaps it was because of her flamboyant personality that she dared to love and hate, Sasha actually made the first move. She held Duque's face, and under the gazes of tens of thousands of Alliance soldiers, she started kissing Duque passionately.
"Wu! Mmm … mmm … "
At such a close distance, no matter how loud the noise was, Aurelia could still hear the sound of her lover and her sister's tongues intertwining. Looking at Third Sister's face, which was extremely similar to hers, falling into a passionate kiss, and looking at the passionate crimson blush on her cheeks and neck, Aurelia actually felt as if the person who was kissing was herself.
Unknowingly, Aurelia leaned over as well.
At this moment, she was startled by the sudden loud noise.
"Oh oh oh! Sir Marcus, well done! "
"Beauty and hero!"
"Hahaha! That's clearly a hero and a hero, alright? Lady Sasha has killed more orcs than your leg hair. "
There were people laughing, jeering, yelling, and all kinds of things. Sasha didn't care, and continued to hug Duque's neck tightly, kissing him passionately.
"Eh? Isn't Sir Marcus and Lady Aurelia … "
"You don't understand. Elves are very open-minded. It's very normal for two women to share a husband, or for a woman to have four or five open lovers."
"Oh, then Sir Marcus, kiss Lady Aurelia too!"
"Yes! Kiss! Kiss! "
If it was in the past, under the seemingly relaxed but actually strict hierarchy, those fellows would definitely not be so presumptuous. Now, no one expected that the one leading the jeers was actually the seemingly old-fashioned young general, Reginald Windsor.
With someone taking the lead, naturally there were even more jeers.
"Kiss! Kiss! "
With Duque's private soldiers taking the lead, the shouts were almost uniform.
Aurelia couldn't hold back her embarrassment. On the other side, after hearing everyone's shouts, Sasha reluctantly let go of Duque, "Here, you're my big sister's now." After saying that, she even stuck out her tongue mischievously at her big sister, and then licked her red lips, looking as if she hadn't had enough. She wouldn't have let go of Duque if not for everyone's request.
"Kiss! Kiss! "
The cheers of the rowdy bastards soared to the sky.
"No, Duque, I still don't think it's good." At the crucial moment, Aurelia's reservations flared up.
At the crucial moment, Duque's dominance leaked out. He forcefully grabbed Aurelia's waist with his left hand, and locked his right hand tightly with hers. Then, he kissed her deeply.
"Oh oh oh oh oh!" The tens of thousands of onlookers were happy! Satisfied! They all let out all kinds of strange cries, and some even clapped.
Aurelia was clearly embarrassed, but she was surprised to find that she enjoyed this feeling. The slightly rebellious feeling at the moment of celebration wasn't bad either.
Standing behind Duke, listening to the tsunami-like cheers, sensing the support and trust of millions upon millions of people towards Duke, Cirvanas suddenly understood a little why his proud and arrogant eldest sister and his most curious and intuitive third sister would fall in love with the same man.
It was simple, because the person before them was the great hero of the Alliance — Duke Marcus.
His name was a legend.
His name was a holy one.
He and the heroes of the Alliance who fought alongside him were destined to become an indispensable part of the glorious history of the Alliance!
The war was over. The Alliance had won. The World of Azeroth was safe.
Even if it was only a temporary safety.
This didn't stop the entire world of humans, dwarves, and elves from celebrating this glorious and great victory.
From the southernmost Stormwind Kingdom of human civilization to the northernmost Quel 'Thalas of the High Elves; from the westernmost Kul' Tirath that was alone in the sea to the easternmost Stromgard that had just begun to rebuild its homeland.
The news of the victory grew wings, and spread throughout the entire Eastern Kingdom.
In the taverns, during their leisure time, the most talked about was naturally the heroic epic of the legendary wizard and extraordinary commander Duke Marcus.
Next was the Alliance Commander Anduin Lothar, who dared to fight on the frontlines.
The Silver Hand who dared to launch a fearless charge against 200,000 Orcs with a mere twelve riders: Uther, Tirion Fordring, Seidan Dathrohan, Turalyon, Gavinrad Misfortune … These twelve Paladins would become synonymous with 'courage' for a long, long time to come.
Mograine and Abbendis, who still followed their duties and fought to the death on the frontlines, also became the idols of countless young people.
And Daelin Proudmoore, Laing Wrynn, Solas Trollbane, Antonidas, these kings who fought on the frontlines, all of their names would become holy!
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