What was a hero?
A hero was a very vague definition.
You couldn't be a hero just because you wanted to.
A truly great hero couldn't be born in peaceful times.
Only —
Save a building from collapse,
Save the people from disaster.
This was a true great hero.
After ten years, Duque's face seemed to be fixed at twenty years old. He was young, but had the unique calmness and wisdom in the world. His black eyes seemed to be able to see through the future. They were always so deep and enchanting.
Illucia thought back to the past ten years. She had taken care of the affairs of the Marcus Family without a valid reason. She had suffered a lot, suffered a lot … She had thought of giving up more than once.
Every time she thought of her family gaining a new lease on life.
Every time she thought of the irreplaceable importance of Duque's arrangements.
Every time she woke up in the middle of the night, she would think of the incomplete love she had for Duque.
Illucia managed to hold on. Now that she thought about it, it was really a miracle.
Unknowingly.
Involuntarily.
Inside the carriage, Illucia once again stretched her fair neck and offered her red lips.
"Mmm … woo …"
Duque didn't refuse. He could clearly feel that the two peaks of the Barov Family were more important than ten years ago. If it wasn't for the fact that time didn't allow for romance, Duque really wanted to do Illucia right there and then.
"Alright, since the Scarlet Cross is nearby, let's go find Mograine first," Duque ordered.
It wasn't that Duque couldn't directly use magic to find someone, but it was useless. He had to first prove his identity and then find the person who knew the most about the Lordaeron Continent's military intelligence.
At this time, a timid female voice sounded.
"Excuse me, are you Sir Duke Marcus?"
Duque looked out of the carriage window and saw that it was Sally. Duque smiled, "If you're asking about the former Alliance Deputy Commander Duke Marcus, then you're right. It's me."
"I'm very sorry!" Sally bowed deeply. "I misunderstood you just now."
As if recalling something, the silver-haired girl bowed once more. "Thank you for your help, Sir. If not for you, Reynold and I would have died just now."
"It's fine. I'm the one who's embarrassed. Did I scare you like that?" Duque smiled bitterly.
The young girl recalled Duque's naked appearance and immediately blushed.
Reynolds, who was at the side, was truly shocked. Who would have thought that a seemingly perverted fellow was actually a great hero of the Alliance who had been missing for ten years?
However, he was not willing to lose just like that. He took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I heard that you wanted to go to the Scarlet Cross."
"Yes!" Duque nodded.
"I can lead the way, please follow me."
To Duque's surprise, the Scarlet Cross's encampment was actually less than two kilometers away. They would arrive after passing two hills.
In front of the encampment's gate, which was decorated with red and white flags, Duque was not surprised to see a large number of Undying Corpses. Warriors in red armor were carefully finishing off the corpses.
Even on the road, they would occasionally see corpses with only half of their bodies remaining, almost injuring people.
Very soon, they were stopped by a patrol squad.
"Please stop. The encampment of the Scarlet Cross is in front. Please state your purpose."
Reynold excitedly went up to them.
"Reynold?" Clearly, the patrol squad leader recognized Reynold. "Who are they?"
"He's Sir Duke Marcus …"
Before Reynold could finish, the squad leader's expression turned cold and he interrupted him on the spot. "Are you kidding me?! Sir Marcus has been listed as a War Dead by the Alliance for more than seven years! "
Turning around, the squad leader drew his sword and shouted, "Soldiers! On alert! "
Immediately, there was the sound of swords being unsheathed, and the sword flashed like a forest!
Reynold was in a bad mood. He had wanted to show off in front of Sally, but who knew that things would turn out like this?
In the carriage, Duque frowned.
Mograine's army was strict, and it was extremely troublesome to verify their identities. Not to mention that all of his equipment had been destroyed when he teleported back, so there was no way he could have a token.
Duque took a deep breath. "There's no time to waste."
Suddenly, a loud voice reverberated throughout the encampment.
"Alexandros! I know you have strict military discipline, but something big has happened. But something big has happened. Tell your men not to stop me. "
That was a sound amplification spell. Generally, no Magician would dare to use it in an encampment. This was because it was the same principle as the "roaring court" in ancient times when Duque had transmigrated.
But there was no time to waste!
There was a commotion in the encampment, and the Scarlet Cross soldiers, who had long been prepared for battle, immediately rushed out.
At this moment, another deep voice came from the main tent. Unlike Duque's trick, this was a simple, thunderous voice that created a shocking effect.
"Duque!? Holy Light above, did I see a ghost? Or did I really meet another resurrected one!? Soldiers, listen up! Get out of the way, let him in quickly. "
The first half of the sentence was for Duque, and the second half was for the soldiers below to hear.
The soldiers were extremely shocked. They had followed Lord Mograine for so many years, but this was the first time they had heard their commander ignore military discipline and shout so intimately.
The patrolling soldiers who had stopped Duque all had stern expressions. They all stepped aside and saluted at the side of the road.
The wooden gate of the encampment suddenly opened, and the new soldiers were shocked to find that the veterans beside them were actually quickly tidying up their appearances.
"Sir, this is …"
"Brat, polish your eyes! It's not every year that you get to witness the return of a legendary hero. "
Ten years had passed, but how many decades did one have in life?
The veterans of those years had either died on the battlefield or returned home due to injuries. Most of those who remained in the army had become officers. No veteran who had experienced the second battle of the Dark Portal would forget the legendary name of Duke Marcus.
Because …
This name represented victory!
This name was full of wisdom!
This name symbolized fearlessness!
Every officer spontaneously stood beside the gate of the encampment.
Not in the current military ranks, but in the ranks of the veterans of the past.
The aura of a veteran mixed with the murderous aura of a veteran, but also from the bottom of their hearts.
This complicated feeling infected every soldier, and they unconsciously lined up behind their superiors.
Looking at the deputy commander of the Alliance, who was wearing a wizard robe and whose face had hardly changed, the veterans' eyes were brimming with tears.
A guard of honor shouted, "To the legendary hero — His Excellency Duke Marcus —"
The next moment, there was a tsunami of shouts.
"To His Excellency Marcus —"
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