"Hiss —" As the sound faded, the surroundings became deathly silent.
Terenas was trying to force the Alterac people into a dead end!
Wasn't it just because Alterac made a mistake and let the Horde in?
Lordaeron did not fall in the end!
Was there a need to hold such a grudge?
To be honest, everyone felt that King Prianod's betrayal was very shameful. In the beginning, everyone also felt that the Alterac Eagle Knights were shameless.
But how did they do it?
Withstanding the endless humiliation from the Alliance, they charged at the front and retreated at the back.
Many times, they were completely crippled. But what happened?
How many times did the 1000 knights fight, and half of them died?
When the knights died, the knight candidates took over. When the candidates died, the apprentices took over. Using the weapons left by their predecessors, they hammered the curved armor piece by piece before using it again.
They had already washed away the humiliation with blood and bravery. Anyone who had a little understanding of the Eagle Knights would not look down on this iron-blooded army.
Now, with a single order from Terenas, they had been eliminated. How could they accept this?
Duque had made a name for himself.
But now that the Alliance army had been disbanded, Duque was just a Grand Duke. As a lord of the Southern Continent, did he have to offend the strongest king in the Northern Continent?
Danath Trollbane peeked at Duque's ridiculously young face. He should not have had any hope, but he was still a little expectant.
Muradin Bronzebeard and Kudran Wildhammer took a step forward, but were pulled back by Magni Bronzebeard, one in each hand. "He is Duque."
It was very simple — he was Duque.
That magical Duque.
Since the Alliance was formed, he had created countless miracles, and had been coordinating with almost every deputy commander of the Alliance.
If Duque really did not do anything, then his title of miracles would cry.
That was what everyone thought, and that was what they all hoped for.
At this time, Duque smiled.
His voice suddenly became loud and clear. "Today — — is the Alliance's victory celebration! Today was not Lordaeron's victory celebration! You're just a dog that has never been on a battlefield and barks without the leash Terenas gave you. If you can understand human language, then get lost, or I'll make you get lost! "
As his words fell, the entire world was shocked!
How dare Duque!?
Duque really dared to do that!?
Almost every Alliance warrior who witnessed this scene stared at Duque with bulging eyes.
The blood in his chest suddenly surged to the extreme.
They didn't even dare to breathe, afraid that they would miss this historic moment.
Duke Franky was like a dog whose tail had been stepped on. He almost jumped up. "Duke Marcus! You're just a Duke! How dare you disobey His Majesty Terenas Menethil II's order!? "
"Are you done?" Duque smiled and gestured to Lothar not to stop him.
Lothar lowered his head and held his forehead. "Alright, I hope you really know what you're doing."
The next moment, there was a loud "slap".
A hard slap landed on Count Franky's oily face.
It was called lightning, but that was only relatively speaking. Duque's attack was in slow motion to the warriors present.
Duque was slow, but Franky was even worse.
It was like a snail being robbed by a tortoise and then reporting, "Everything happened in the blink of an eye. He was too fast."
Alright, that was just a lame joke.
What everyone was more concerned about was that Duque hit him!
Duque actually slapped Franky while he was holding Terenas' order. The slap made the oily guy's mouth crooked.
"You … You dare hit me!?" Count Franky covered his face like a little wife who had just been bullied. His eyes widened in disbelief, and for the first time, there was an emotion called "fear" on his arrogant face.
Without giving him time to react, he slapped him again with the back of his hand.
"Slap!" This slap was even heavier, causing him to see stars. He actually spun around and fell on his butt on the snow-covered ground. His luxurious purple pants looked like they were stained with a pile of sh * t.
"What are you doing!?" Only then did the captain of the imperial guards behind Count Franky react, and he suddenly pulled out his sword from his waist.
After all, he was originally sent here by Terenas to hold down the fort. To suppress the disobedience of the other countries. Now, right in front of him, his messenger was slapped, and he was slapped twice when he showed the king's order. How could Rotterdam hide its face!?
"Get lost!" Duque shouted. With the help of magic amplification, a loud voice exploded in the joint army camp like thunder.
Along with this roar, hundreds of Hands of Magic suddenly appeared out of thin air. After just a second and a half of casting, the same number of [Arcane Shock] as the Hands of Magic suddenly blasted on the chest of the soldiers of the Rotterdam Royal Guards.
300 people were sent flying at the same time. It was a spectacular scene.
Danas Trollbane opened his mouth wide in astonishment.
The Bronzebeard Brothers and Kudran raised their war hammers high.
The Knights of Stormwind and Alterac hit the shields with their swords.
The Dwarves hit the shields with their war hammers and cheered loudly.
The Elves whistled at the Rangers.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of Alliance soldiers, the 300 people were all sent flying for a few meters, and they fell on their butts.
All of them were dizzy from the fall.
Before they could get up, Duque's next attack arrived.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! " A Mage's Hand appeared on the collar of each Royal Guard's breastplate. This kind of Mage's Hand lifted him up with one hand, and then the other Mage's Hand quickly followed up and slapped him.
A slap in the front hand, a slap in the back hand.
A slap in the front hand, a slap in the back hand.
A slap in the front hand, a slap in the back hand.
Back and forth, these arrogant people who only had eyes for Terenas and did not care about the politicians of the various countries were slapped hard again and again.
How many slaps were slapped?
No one could count.
Anyway, they were all handsome and good-looking, and all of them were slapped swollen by these Hands of Magic that suddenly came out of nowhere.
Well, a team of male model-level imperial guards could now be renamed as the Pig Head Army.
It wasn't that no army of Lordaeron discovered this, and Abbendis was the one who rushed over. But even he was shocked.
He didn't expect that Duque would dare to turn against him like this.
But the glory of the country …
Just as Abbendis was about to do something, he suddenly felt an extremely terrifying pressure. The endless pressure made him feel like a frog being targeted by a giant poisonous snake.
He had no way to resist at all.
To die or not to die, it all depended on the mood of the existence that seemed to be at the top of the food chain!
Abbendis's back was instantly drenched in sweat.
In front of him, Duque flipped over and got on his horse. He raised the [Grand Marshal's Staff] high up and shouted to the sky, "Today! This is the Alliance's victory ceremony! Anyone who killed orcs, for the Alliance! Anyone who has shed blood for humans, dwarves, and elves is qualified to participate! This has nothing to do with national boundaries, only fairness and justice! If you are a man, come with me! If the people of Lordaeron don't give you glory, I, the vice commander of the Alliance, will! "
"Let's go!"
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