Chapter 1661 Crusader Trial (Part 1) (Second Update)

For Duke, it actually doesn't matter who becomes the challenger on this team. If the Alliance Horde is in the honeymoon period, Duke doesn't even mind giving water to the Horde.

Now, winning is certainly the skill of those little guys, so why doesn’t Duke send them his blessings?

"Good job! There's a reward!" As a leader of the alliance, Duke took out the best equipment from the storage space that had never been seen on the market.

Duke would only use the long-lasting Molten Core-level equipment to give to outstanding new professionals.

The equipment Duke gave away were at least Alkavon's treasury level equipment.

The League of Legends only has a small number of people, and their equipment is eliminated quickly.

In addition, each boss will not be refreshed after being defeated once, so it is a one-time raid, and the amount obtained at one time is ten to eight times that in the original game.

The hero group will easily have more equipment.

After Duke was promoted to demigod, there were many additional benefits: as a former void lord and a demigod who had mastered soul abilities, he could now erase the soul bindings on the equipment taken off by mortals.

To put it bluntly, this is very simple, just erase the soul mark on the equipment. As long as it is not an artifact with basic self-awareness or above, there is no equipment that can withstand Duke's soul attack after leaving its owner.

This allows the powerful players in the alliance to utilize their equipment even more efficiently.

Seeing the tycoon-level treatment over there in the Alliance, and seeing the happy Alliance warriors, almost all the tribal professionals were filled with envy and looked pitiful.

The most painful thing is that when this arena was first established, all Alliance and Horde soldiers were mandated that spectators watching the game were not allowed to leave early regardless of whether they were losing or winning.

The alliance warriors on the opposite side celebrated, while the tribe dominated by orcs felt aggrieved.

At this time, King Saurfang stood up, jumped into the field from the edge of the five-meter-high stand, and pulled the still dizzy orc warrior Nahawk* Steel Breaker away. stand up.

"Stand up! Stand up! You always claim to be the heirs of the orc tradition. So what is your attitude towards the victor now!? Huh?" King Saurfang pointed at thousands of orcs and asked: " Is this the attitude of a winner?"

"But... they are not orcs!" Someone among the orcs said weakly.

Old Saurfang waved his hand: "How ridiculous!"

He pointed his big hand at the small group of two-headed ogres in the audience: "Have you seen those ogres? Once upon a time, our ancestors were proud of killing an ogre alone, and they were proud to kill a Gronn alone. The strong ones are heroes. Today - they are in the tribe's troops, fighting alongside us orcs like our brothers! Why can we even accept our former mortal enemies? Isn't it because we worship the strong?"

King Saurfang half-turned around and pointed at the Alliance warriors who were looking at the orcs: "Since you claim to be brave orcs, tell me - did these warriors cheat during the battle just now?"

Thousands of orcs fell silent.

The king suddenly shouted like a drum: "Orcs! Give me the damn answer!"

As if waking up from a dream, thousands of orcs stood up and answered: "No - there is -"

Another question that seemed to shock the world: "Then their victory was a glorious victory!?"

Thousands of orcs answered in unison again: "Yes——"

Using all his strength, he roared out almost every bit of air in his lungs. At this moment, King Saurfang seemed to be possessed by Lord Roar, and his voice was as loud as thunder: "Then you all are special Why don’t you applaud and cheer for the victor! Otherwise you don’t deserve to call yourself martial orcs——”

After being stunned for two seconds, an overwhelming cheer erupted from the orcs.

"Yes! The winner should be praised!"

"Well done! Your tactics are great!"

"After I go back, I want my little boy to practice his tactics and coordination!"

The audience on the Alliance side was stunned for half a second, and then they also shouted like a storm.

"Haha! That's right!"

"If you want to fight alongside us, you have to be strong!"

In cheers, the orc warriors walked towards the alliance warriors.

Nahawk lightly punched the armor in front of the chest of Alliance warrior Sakagal: "Brother, you fought beautifully just now. You are the main tank that really supports the team!"

"Your whirlwind is also very beautiful." Sakajar smiled.

Unconsciously, the atmosphere between the Alliance and the Horde began to get harmonious.

At this time, Duke stood up and raised his arms, and a voice with a hint of divine power spread in all directions: "I, Duke Marcus, would like to propose that in the upcoming Icecrown War, our Alliance and the Horde should work side by side. Facing the Lich King's terrifying undead army, for the sake of the future of all living people, this time the Crusade Trial will be participated in by a team of warriors from the Alliance and the Horde. Varok, what do you think?"

Of course King Saurfang promised: "Great! This is what allies do!"

Duke waved his hand, and dozens of things emitting noble purple light flew towards the tribal warriors, supported by strange small tornadoes.

"This is..." The orc warrior Nahawk was in a daze.

Duke's voice sounded again: "Of course the winner should enjoy cheers, praise and the best prizes. But the runner-up who has put in courage and blood and sweat should also receive praise. This is a slightly lower-level prize, just for the runner-up. Reward.”

If you want to form a team, if half of the team's equipment is worse than one level, it will be impossible to bring them together. If the loser is given the same prize as the winner, the wine of victory will become bitter.

Duke's move not only satisfies the winner's desire for glory, but also prevents the loser from getting nothing. The gap is too big to form a team.

Even Varok had to applaud and praise: "Beautiful!"

Milhouse's sharp dwarf voice sounded again: "Well, let's invite the Alliance and Horde warriors to enter the field together and face the largest terrifying creature from the ice and snow of Northrend!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a roar that sounded like it came from the ancient wilderness resounded throughout the arena.

"Ouch——"

In no particular order, the huge iron gate to the south opened, and a huge horse-like creature that broke free from its restraints rushed out one after another.

At first glance, he looks like a large centaur.

If you look closely, you will find that he is more than four stories tall, with gray-black fur and brown skin. There are two huge tusks on the cheeks that look like curved ivory.

"That's right! He is the dangerous creature from the extremely cold land, the mammoth man-Gomok the Impaler!"