Chapter 1660 The Backbone of the Alliance (Update 1)

Fight!

This will always be the theme of biology.

No world will have unlimited resources, and one day you will discover that you can never have too many places to thrive.

Limited resources and unlimited reproduction needs make struggle inevitable.

Why are champions respected by everyone?

It is because the victory of a champion is based on countless losers. Only defeating the most and strongest enemies can bring the greatest sense of accomplishment.

Shown in front of Duke, King Saurfang and others were the two championship teams from the Alliance and the Horde.

Milhouse's slightly sharp dwarf voice sounded again: "Come on stage! Warriors representing the Alliance and the Horde."

On the left and right sides of the special seats, from the dark passage, two groups of people slowly walked out and walked to the platform protruding in the air beside the arena.

Looking at these young and energetic faces, Duke couldn't help but smile, thinking that when he was still a new kid on Azeroth, he wasn't as good at fighting as these little guys.

Duke suddenly noticed that there were 12 people on both sides. The Alliance had no Death Knights and Shamans, and the Horde had no Paladins.

Duke was a little surprised, then relieved.

Sure enough, his butterfly still stirred up the general trend of the world!

Lor'themar* Theron is still a junior, serving as a subordinate to the lively Queen Xi. The blood elves have not taken refuge in the tribe, and the natural tribe has no paladins.

On the Alliance side, let alone the undead, even the Forgotten are still a taboo. Of course, they are not so open-minded enough to allow Death Knights to be official professionals.

Likewise, for some reason, the draenei don't seem to have begun their shamanic ways yet.

It feels like a bit of a mess.

Duke doesn't mind that.

During Milhouse's introduction, Duke heard some slightly unfamiliar names: Kavina *Woodland Song, Aecilia *Moon Patroller, Ansa *Stove Repairer...

Duke did not leave an impression on any of these little guys whom Milhouse hailed as the leaders of the new generation of the league. After all, in the game back then, Duke beat the warriors of the tribe.

Duke smiled. Times make heroes. When the Dark Portal first opened, I felt like anyone I met was a great person in the future.

Such times are gone forever.

It may be impossible for these little guys in front of me to grow to the height of Jaina. However, every giant organization is not simply composed of the strongest. The pyramid shape is the best interpretation of the ratio between the strong and the weak.

Perhaps the ultimate victory or defeat depends on top-notch force, but what really supports a giant organization are the backbones like this.

Thinking of this, Duke stood up just as Milhouse finished his introduction. He could clearly feel the excitement of these alliance warriors.

He cleared his throat, and his clean and wise voice spread throughout the audience under the magic amplification:

"A true warrior not only has the courage to face the bleakest desperate situation, but also needs a peaceful heart. In the future, some of you may become heroes of the alliance, and some may die generously in battle, but more of you will be in your profession. Become the most indispensable backbone of the league in your post.”

"If the great heroes in your eyes are the sharp edge and strong shield of the alliance, then the backbone members are the backbone of the alliance. Only the backbone is the core that truly makes the alliance stand up straight."

"I think highly of you and wish you well! I hope you can trust your comrades and fully integrate into the big family of the alliance. Come on! Fight for the future of the alliance, the future of yourself and your relatives and friends!"

Compared to Duke Zhongzheng's peaceful speech, King Saurfang's mobilization was much more passionate. He personally went to the tribal warriors and encouraged them face to face. It's a pity that the speech is still so trite, nothing more than the honor of the tribe, the tradition of the orcs and so on.

Jaina came over, put her hand on Duke's hand, smiled and whispered: "Is it really okay to make such an unexciting speech?"

Duke glanced at the tribal warriors who were roaring and screaming as if they had been beaten to death, and snickered: "If this is a one-on-one duel, I will undoubtedly fail by doing this."

The second half of Duke's sentence was naturally the most appropriate thing to do.

Jaina was so smart she understood it on the spot. The Queen of Kul Tiras, who has always presented herself as a strong woman, rarely showed the demeanor of a little woman: "You, you are the most thief."

Sure enough, the ensuing battle confirmed Duke's prediction.

The invigorated tribal warriors were so fierce that they forgot all about it and even gave up the camp easily. Most of them just barely completed their duties and focused more on attacking.

It seems that this is the so-called "one operation is as fierce as a tiger, and no enemy is killed".

Almost all of the alliance warriors were injured after three axes were struck at first, but the alliance quickly stabilized its position. One sentence can describe the alliance's tactical strategy: "Concentrate the fire on the shaman for seconds, and control the Dru in the form of a big tree with all his strength." E. Keep interrupting the priest’s treatment and dispel all the tribe’s continuous recovery skills and control skills.”

Although there are only 12 people, the Alliance Warriors fight like an army of a thousand people.

King Saurfang was moved by this scene. He squirmed for a moment before squeezing out a few words: "We are going to lose."

"Lost? No way!" Little Saurfang also had the word "brave" carved on his chest, and he couldn't tell it for a while.

"Look carefully and study hard. The gap between us and the alliance is already all-round."

"Ah!" Although he was surprised, little Saurfang still followed his father's words and opened his eyes wide, trying to imprint these scenes in his mind.

Sure enough, after a few rounds, the tribal recovery shaman who was attacked by concentrated firepower fell first. The shortcomings of the shaman's lack of life-saving means were fully exposed at this moment.

Immediately, it was like a chain explosion. Under the rapid transfer of firepower and concentrated strikes of the alliance warriors, the tribe's healers fell one by one.

It was like dominoes. The 12-person tribal team was destroyed in the next ten seconds, and they were all beaten to the ground.

"We have won!" Alliance warrior Sagakar was the first to raise his weapon high, showing off his victory to Duke, the alliance leaders, and the tens of thousands of spectators present!

"Victory!" The eleven alliance warriors cheered in unison.

"Long live the Alliance—" More than 6,000 Alliance members burst into cheers like a tsunami.

On the contrary, there was silence on the other side of the tribe.

As the master of ceremonies, Milhouse proudly announced: "Okay! The team of warriors who will accept the Crusade trial has been decided. They are the Alliance Warriors!"