The Gryphon Legion before them didn't look like a defeated army at all.
Even though they were riddled with wounds, many of them needing the support of their comrades to walk.
Even though their armor was full of large gaps or large dents caused by heavy objects, they were still able to move their armor.
Even though they shouldered the great crime of losing at Redridge Mountain, and were blamed by countless nobles and commoners for their defeat.
Still, the people couldn't bear to mock and curse them like they were the losers.
It was simple. Carts after carts of orc heads accompanied them back.
Even though the heads had been simply cured with lime, they still looked unspeakably terrifying. The people could clearly see the orcs' bulging eyes, their sharp fangs that seemed like they could tear a person apart in one bite, and the terrifying rings used as decoration on the fangs.
The people could also see the enormous bodies of the orcs being transported back.
Large numbers of orc axes and warhammers were displayed in the busy streets. When even the strongest of men couldn't easily wield these heavy weapons, the people finally realized what kind of terrifying monsters the warriors of Gryphon Legion were fighting against.
The streets of Stormwind City went from silence at first to sparse applause, then to thunderous cheers and applause in the end. The young warriors of Gryphon Legion had experienced the greatest ups and downs of many people's lives.
"Well done!"
"Good job! Gryphon Legion! "
"You've done your best!"
"Without your bravery, the situation might have been even worse!"
For the first time in the history of Stormwind City, a large number of people were giving flowers and applause to the defeated army.
At some point, the first warrior started crying.
Then came the second, and the third …
Men didn't easily shed tears.
They were defeated. They were defeated, but they were also victors.
Their tactics and strategies had failed, but they had at least overcome their fear and survived the trial of iron and fire.
Anduin Lothar, Tom Seamus, and Bolvar Fordragon walked through the corridors of Stormwind Stronghold, feeling the gazes of the guards. Even though they had lost the battle, the guards had only now begun to view them as legends.
Even before they entered the Chamber, they could hear the clamor of voices squeezing through every crack in the door and every crevice.
The nobles, who used to be so high and mighty that even speaking loudly was seen as uncultured, were using their loudest voices to 'ask' the king to send troops to punish the evil orcs who had taken over Stormwind's territory in the most bloody way possible.
The gate, which was as tall as two people, opened.
The entire place fell silent. The air seemed to have frozen, and all sounds were locked in place.
Unlike the simplest and purest civilians, many nobles had a more direct view of Lothar — hatred. They didn't care how hard Noxus fought, nor did they care that more than sixty percent of the Gryphon Legion had died. They only knew that it was precisely because of Lothar's defeat that they had turned from nobles with real power to nobles with no home to return to.
And this group of border nobles who had lost their territories were also the fiercest in front of King Laing.
Seeing that Lothar and the others had entered, the nobles were ready to make trouble. King Laing Wrynn expressed his support for Lothar in the most direct way. He left the throne excitedly, strode down the stairs, and rushed to the door of the conference room. He gave Lothar a big hug.
"Damn orcs … I almost lost you forever."
Thousands of words were all contained in this one sentence.
There was no "well done" or "I don't blame you for trying your best." Laing only cared about the safety of his childhood friend.
Andoine patted Laing's back hard. His eyes were also slightly watery, but he controlled his emotions. "Your Majesty, Anduin Lothar is back."
He was reminding Laing that they were in a public place.
Laing immediately came to his senses. He let go of Lothar and said loudly, "Welcome back, my commander. Welcome back, Duke Fordragon, General Seamus. "
In the face of the king's public support, the nobles had to swallow their words even if they wanted to make things difficult for Lothar.
Laing sat down again. "Alright, everyone and I have seen the report. As the ones who personally fought against the green-skinned monsters, Lothar or Bolvar, who can tell us how powerful those monsters are? "
Bolvar was the first to bow. "No amount of words can describe the violence of these monsters. Let everyone see for themselves. "
Bolvar clapped his hands, and the door of the conference room opened again. Along with the stench of blood, a barbaric aura that seemed to have come from ancient times rushed out.
Two guards pushed in a huge cage with wheels. Around the cage were twelve fully armed guards of the Wang Clan, each of them holding a shield and an unsheathed sword.
After seeing the huge and burly figure in the cage, almost all of the nobles in the conference room felt their eyelids twitch violently. Some of the more timid ones even let out a cry of surprise.
Bolvar continued to introduce, "This is the green-skinned monster that we fought in the Redridge Mountains. We will call it the 'Orc' for now."
With a wave of Bolvar's hand, the cage was immediately opened. Six incomparably strong men with bulging muscles stepped forward and pulled on the shackles on the Beastman's wrists and ankles. They lowered their bodies and prepared to exert their strength.
Lothar gently pulled out his sword and stepped forward to block half of Laing's body.
Their large formation made Laing and most of the nobles who had never seen an Orc frown.
Bolvar nodded at the royal court mage who was guarding Laing. "Master, you can remove the sleeping curse from this Orc now."
Laing nodded. The court mage softly chanted a few spells, and the Orc clearly moved.
"Arghhhh —"
The next moment, a roar that sounded like that of a prehistoric beast rang out, causing several nobles to lose their chairs and fall to the side.
Without any questions or probing, the Orc who had consumed the demonic blood immediately attacked the nearest human.
His outburst was so fast that the six strongmen couldn't stop him in time. One of the men who could not stand steadily on his horse was even dragged in front of the Orc.
The Orc moved quickly, but the royal guards were even faster. Almost at the same time, seven or eight swords had already pierced into the Orc's body.
Seeing that the Orc was not going to live, the ferocious Orc once again displayed his ferocity to the upper echelons of Stormwind. He opened his mouth full of fangs and bit down on the man's shoulder, tearing off a fist-sized piece of flesh.
Immediately, the man became a bloody mess.
Fortunately, the man tilted his head at the critical moment, or else he would not have been bitten on the shoulder, but on the neck.
The Orc quickly breathed his last. In the huge conference room, only the low moans of the man and the pungent smell of blood could be heard.
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