Chapter 593
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Terenas almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the white jade balcony railing.
His script was perfect.
If he wanted to take over Alterac, he could not make the Alterac people into war heroes. If he let the Eagle Knights attend the ceremony, it would be a hindrance to their next move.
"That useless Frankie! Didn't I give him the order? "Terenas almost wanted to order his men to hang the idiot who did not do his job well.
It was too late now.
They had already entered the battlefield. Were they supposed to let Mograine chase the Eagle Knights back?
But … who let them in? What was Abbendis doing!?
Wait! Where did the horses in Stormwind come from?
Terenas trembled slightly.
The Stormwind Knights had arrived.
As the first kingdom to fight against the Orcs, and also the first kingdom to be destroyed by the brutal Horde, the Stormwind Knights were the first victorious team to enter the battlefield, which had a special meaning.
This was out of the expectations of the people from Lordaeron and the people from other countries.
What they saw was not a knight in shining armor, nor was it a majestic steed with well-groomed hair that was incomparably clean.
They saw a large group of warriors who had returned from a hundred battles.
Even though it had been cleaned, bloodstains could still be seen on the armor. It was full of uneven marks, and there were even cracks caused by heavy weapons. Only a new piece of metal was embedded on it like a patch.
Some of the knights' shields had obvious holes. That was the result of the Troll throwing their spears.
The sword was still sharp when it was pulled out. But upon closer inspection, one could see the unevenness on the blade. Those were the marks of the sword being polished again.
The Alterac Eagle Knights were almost the same. What was more special was that many of them carried more than one sword, and many of them were broken.
A qualified knight's sword was worth a lot of money. Normal steel swords cost at least three digits. So the tradition of knights was that when an older knight thought that an apprentice was qualified enough to be a knight, he would give a knight's sword to the apprentice.
This was a legacy, and also a promise from the older generation to the younger generation.
A knight was only allowed to have one sword at a time.
There was only one circumstance in which a knight was allowed to carry multiple swords. That was, when he returned from the battlefield, he could bring back the swords of his elder or comrade who had died in battle.
The long sword was the knight's tombstone, and also the knight's epitaph.
The blood-stained swords that were even broken into two completely announced the fate and will of their owners to every audience.
Countless people from the Rotterdam Kingdom gasped.
The kind-hearted girls sobbed uncontrollably.
They had heard of the betrayal of the Alterac King, and they had publicly insulted the Alterac people countless times. But they had never thought about how much the Alterac Knights had sacrificed in order to wash away this shame.
Behind them were the Stormgardians from Riptide Fortress. They carried the shields of their fallen comrades, and those charred shields told of the Red Dragon, who had still belonged to the Horde at that time, and how powerful his attacks had been.
The Dalajan raised the broken tower shields and hand crossbows.
The Kul 'Tiras carried a row of broken scimitars.
There were many, many more …
The warriors of the Alliance used the truest way to show the cruelty of war and the greatness of the warriors to the people who had stayed behind.
There were no loud slogans, and no triumphant expressions. The troops of the various countries advanced in silence.
Perhaps an hour ago, the people who had not experienced the cruelty of war did not understand how the seemingly weak humans could defeat the ferocious Beastmen.
Now they all understood.
That was what the warriors of the Alliance had exchanged with their blood and lives. They had fought for it with their greatest courage and the firmest will.
No one knew who was the first to clap.
No one knew who was the first to cheer.
On both sides of the silent road, cheers suddenly rose to the sky.
"Warriors! Good job! "
"Thank you for fighting!"
"Without you, we would all die."
"You are the true heroes of the Alliance!"
"I love you, I want to marry you!"
Whose tears were flying?
Whose heart was trembling?
Whose throat was it that was roaring?
When the applause, cheers, and shouts swept towards the victorious warriors, every warrior of the Alliance could not help but tear up.
At this moment, their hardships and the sacrifice of their comrades suddenly felt that it was worth it.
"Long live the Alliance!"
"Long live the warriors!"
The sun shone on the warriors' not-so-bright armor. Each armor seemed to be burning with raging flames. An indescribable brilliance rose from the warriors' bodies. Even the radiance of the sun could not cover such a bright light.
It was a radiance that came from the soul.
It was a radiance that symbolized courage.
So much so that everyone could not bear to look away from these warriors.
At this moment, the onlookers also gave the warmest cheers to the Dwarves and High Elves.
Suddenly, the Rotterdam army, which was supposed to be the finale, appeared.
Very strangely, countless people stopped what they were doing.
There was no applause, no cheers, no rain of petals falling from the sky.
Even the people of Rotterdam stared at the army of their country in disbelief.
After seeing such a realistic, triumphant team that was so close to the war.
The white horses that were so gorgeous that they looked like they were participating in a dressage competition, the pieces of brand-new armor that were so shiny that they could be reflected in a mirror, and the light and gorgeous rapiers that were hung on the waists of the knights …
Almost everything was deeply stimulating people's eyes.
In an instant, everyone felt a burning pain coming from their eyes, piercing straight from the depths of their eye sockets to the depths of their hearts.
If they did not see the allied army led by Duque and Andoine, perhaps they would applaud these seemingly gorgeous and mighty things, and the girls would scream at the handsome knights.
But now, everyone felt that the last appearance of the Rotterdam Knights was simply a blasphemy to this tragic and unparalleled war.
The people of the Rotterdam Kingdom felt that they had been fooled and humiliated, especially when they saw the young nobles who were ignorant and incompetent, and could barely ride their horses, sneaking into the Victorious Return team.
"Get out! This is the festival of the warriors! "
"Yes! Get out! The Rotterdam does not need trash like you who pretend to have military merits! "
"Get out."
"Get out!"
"Get out —"
Tens of thousands of voices converged together, and soon, everyone consciously adjusted the rhythm of their roars.
"Get out! Get out! Get out! "
The roars were like the raging waves of the sea.
The curses were earth-shattering.
At this moment, Terenas' face lost all color.
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