They used to think that mages were cowards who only knew how to hide in the safe areas behind the warriors who were fighting in the front. Hence, in the hearts of most of the alliance soldiers, no matter how good Duque's strategy was, or how good his internal affairs and logistics abilities were, he would always be the deputy commander of the alliance. The real commander was still Anduin Lothar, who dared to charge to the front line and fight the Orcs.
No one felt that there was anything wrong with that impression of Duque.
Today, Duque used his actions to subvert that impression.
It was not right to say that it was subverting. It should be a more exaggerated sublimation.
Seeing this scene, every soldier suddenly felt a fire burning in their hearts.
Without comparison, there would be no contrast.
They were all killing enemies for the alliance. Who didn't want to return home in glory and enjoy the cheers and praises of the people after the war? For the soldiers of other countries, returning triumphantly in Rotterdam City was completely different from returning triumphantly in their own capital.
Alright, Rotterdam was the leader of the alliance. They had just finished the final battle at the Dark Portal, and they had crossed the entire Eastern Kingdom from the southernmost tip to the northernmost tip.
They were rushing with all their might, and they were marching almost every day. Well, when they finally arrived, they found that everything was a waste, be it supplies or camp.
The allies ate black bread made from moldy millet. It was thick and hard, and it could be used as a stick to beat people up. Even the auxiliary soldiers of the Rotterdam ate white bread that tasted good.
It was freezing cold, and the allied soldiers who rushed over had no supplies. The alliance soldiers here had to report several times to get a set of linen clothes. They were shivering from the cold. The people of the Rotterdam could get their own cotton clothes.
They were treated differently. The people of the Rotterdam acted like they were the best in the world, and their attitudes were actually just one sentence. 'Without the support of the Rotterdam, you're all a motley crew. Letting you participate in the victory ceremony is a gift from the Rotterdam. Hurry up and thank us. '
Which family had not been bullied before?
Who would have thought that they would have to be bullied after coming to the Rotterdam?
At this moment, Duque's actions were simply satisfying.
From the soul to the heart, the intense flames were boiling in every blood vessel and burning in every cell.
"Follow him! Follow him! "
"Follow Lord Marcus!"
"Yes! We've all bled for the Alliance, we've all given our lives! Why is there a difference in treatment? "
Countless swords and spears were raised high into the sky.
The blade, which was stained with the blood of the Orcs, glowed with a faint red light.
Countless shouts converged into a loud sound that exploded in the camp.
Duque rode his horse proudly and walked side by side with Andoine towards General Abbendis who was guarding the entrance of the camp.
"Get out of my way, or I'll step over your dead body!"
Abendis shuddered. He saw the look in Duque's eyes. Duque was clearly saying, "I saved you once, but I can also take back your life."
Damn it! Duque was serious!
General Abbendis was one of the higher-ups, and he knew what King Terenas was planning. He also felt that his king was a little unkind, but he was still the king that he had sworn to serve for the rest of his life.
His body trembled, and his mouth twitched for a long time before he managed to say, "Duque, is it worth it?"
Duque did not answer him directly. He leaned over and whispered into Abendis's ear, "If the entire Alterac was destroyed, I would have nothing to say. But now … if the leader of the alliance can occupy the territory of his allies, then there's no need for such an alliance. "
His voice was not loud, but it was not soft either. It was enough for Abendis and Lothar to hear.
At this moment, Lothar suddenly understood Duque's intention.
"Duque! I support you! "Lothar's loud voice easily caused even louder cheers behind him.
At this time, the victory ceremony of Rotterdam City had already begun for an hour.
In the first half of the ceremony, it was the most eye-catching ceremony of the captives.
25,000 Orcs had their hands tied behind their backs, and they were shackled with iron shackles that weighed at least 50 kilograms. They were then tied up with thick iron chains and strung up in groups of 100. They lowered their heads and walked through the long and wide streets under the gaze of countless people.
At first, the Orc captives attracted the attention of the citizens.
"Oh my god! They're too burly! Are our warriors supposed to fight against such monsters? "
"Look at their fangs! They're even more violent than the teeth of a wild boar. "
"Holy Light above, our brave warrior actually defeated such an opponent."
Soon, after a short period of amazement, it was ushered in a frenzy of anger.
"Bastard! Give me back my husband! "A lady on the balcony on the second floor threw the first rotten tomato at the Orcs.
"Give me back my father!" A young child who was about seven or eight years old threw the first stone.
In just a few seconds, thousands of objects flew out from all corners of the street and poured onto the captives.
The citizens could not rush past the two lines of city guards on the street, so they could only vent their anger in that way.
The battle of the Dark Gate this time had almost swept through all of Rotterdam's territories, from the Silverpine Forest in the southwest to the Holy City of Stratholme in the northeast, and then to the core of Rotterdam City. The heavy loss of human lives was shared equally among almost every family. Even if they were not in mourning, it was more or less the same.
Every Orc captive had a bloody nose and swollen face, and even their fangs were broken. However, they did not dare to resist, and even roared at the top of their lungs. They just lowered their heads and were escorted through the long street.
Among the 25,000 Orcs, there was only one who held his head high — Chief Orgrim!
His mouth was sealed, and his legs were shackled tightly to a metal plate that weighed two tons. His wrists were also shackled tightly, and he was kneeling just like that.
However, his head had never been lowered!
Behind the cage, there was a sign with the words "Chief of the Horde" written on it. This caused Orgrim to suffer the most attacks. The stones and rotten tomatoes that were thrown at him almost drowned him to death. Even the soldiers who were wearing heavy armor to prevent themselves from being smashed to death by the citizens' attacks were too violent.
In the end, they had no choice but to let the mages blow away the objects around Orgrim.
"Hang him!"
"Hang him! Hang the chief of the Orcs! "
The angry citizens raised their fists high and let out a monstrous roar.
On the main balcony of the palace, King Terenas and his children, Arthas and Kalia, looked at the scene with satisfaction.
After the captive offering ceremony, it was time for the real victory ceremony. Countless handymen, who had long been prepared, quickly rushed out of the alleys of the city with brooms and other things. They cleaned up the debris on the streets with great agility and proficiency. In just ten minutes, the road from the north gate to the royal palace was cleaned.
At this moment, Terenas' expression suddenly froze.
It was because he saw through the binoculars that the Mountain Eagle Flag of Altrank followed closely behind the Storm Lion Flag, flying at the north gate of the Rotterdam Kingdom.
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