Chapter 533 The Triumph of the Hero (for Subscription)

It is only when you almost lose it that you cherish it.

It is precisely because Ryan thought that he was about to lose Duke, a minister and friend forever, the most staunch and most powerful supporter since the storm destroyed the country, that Ryan fell into the abyss emotionally before.

Now, don't look at Duke's misery. On the premise that Duke has already known that his life is not in danger, Duke's embarrassment is just an added joke for entertainment.

The haze of the nightmare has dissipated.

A brilliant future lies ahead.

How could Ryan not cry with joy?

right! King Lane's eye sockets were red and wet.

Countless eyes focused on Duke who was teasing the king and ministers.

General Tom Seamus looked at Duke in the field, took a deep breath, and roared through the audience with a loud and majestic voice:

"Salute to the hero of the alliance, His Excellency Duke Marcus, Grand Duke of the Stormwind Kingdom!"

Three thousand soldiers of Stormwind followed General Seamos to draw their swords out of their sheaths in unison, and saluted Duke in unison, raising their hands to the sky.

At this moment, the sword light is like a forest, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger.

"Salute to Your Excellency Marcus."

Domineering shouts echoed throughout the city of Dalaran.

These soldiers are not just a guard of honor, they come from all over the Stormwind Kingdom, from the most elite Griffin Legion at the beginning, to the local garrison, to the militia with only minimal military training, and even to the refugees who followed the refugee fleet to South Sea Town, But now, they all have a unified name - Stormtroopers.

Everyone's hands were stained with the blood of at least five orc warriors.

They are not only the elite of the Stormwind Kingdom, they are all first-class soldiers in the entire alliance.

Strong, determined, with fighting skills and iron discipline

However, it is such a soldier, in everyone's voice, there is a sense of worship.

Although Duke has long ceased to directly command the army of the Stormwind Kingdom, and even the private army led by him alone has reached as many as 30,000, it is no exaggeration to say that he is the king under the king, but when it comes to Duke* Marcus This name will still make people awe-inspiring.

For the people of Stormwind:

It was he who subdued the Bloodsail Fleet and rescued 600,000 civilians from death under the eyes of hundreds of thousands of orcs.

It was he who brought life-saving food to the hungry 600,000 refugees, opened up countless wastelands in the hills of Hillsbrad, and allowed the people to live a life of food, clothing and peace.

For Stormtroopers:

The burning of Stormwind City, the sniper battle at Palatine Bay, the first and second defense battles of Southsea Town, the Battle of the Hinterlands, the defense battle of Lordaeron City, and the battle to save the Red Dragon Queen... Duke's name is equivalent to The glory of a warrior is equivalent to a miracle.

He is synonymous with the military god.

Such a legendary figure is only 17 years old! Looking at Duke's gray hair, looking at the wrinkled skin on Duke's hands like an old man, thinking of the curse he has received, and thinking of the suffering he has endured for this ruined kingdom, every soldier's eyes are the same as King Lane's, Red and red.

A sea appeared in front of Duke, a sea built with sword light.

The sharp swords raised obliquely at 45 degrees suddenly parted one by one as Ryan, Anduin, and Duke moved forward, just like the miracles of one sword dividing the sea in legendary stories, the sea parted.

At the end of the sea, a monarch and two ministers got into an open carriage and slowly headed towards the Violet Square in the center of Dalaran.

Although it was already dark, there were cheers on both sides along the way.

Numerous Dalaranians, magic apprentices, and magicians flocked on both sides of the avenue, trying to witness the honor of the league's number one legendary mage.

No one else, not even a king, would be so admired by the mages of Dalaran.

This is an era where chivalry is most admired. Throughout the seven kingdoms of mankind, except for Dalaran, none of the kings is a mage. In most human settlements, only the general who leads the charge is recognized as a true hero. And the mage is just a mystic who hides in the protection of the army and releases magic insidiously. In a sense, it is precisely because of the prejudice of most people that Duke, a mage hero, is even more valuable.

Duke is the Grand Duke of the Stormwind Kingdom, but does this status matter? Didn't you see that the princes of Quel'Thalas are all in Dalaran? As long as he is a hero in the field of magic, he will naturally be enthusiastically welcomed by the people of Dalaran.

In their view, Duke, who once gave lectures in Dalaran, is undoubtedly a member of Dalaran.

"Duke! Duke! Duke!"

Uniform shouts, mountains and tsunamis, one after another.

This scene, this atmosphere, made King Lane who was sitting opposite Duke and Anduin who was sitting next to Duke a foil. Of course, neither of them cared, just looked at Duke with a smile.

Duke waved lightly with his right hand, while his left hand held high the [Grand Marshal's Battle Staff] from Antonidas.

After experiencing the direct impact of Deathwing's shadow flames, under such a violent explosion, it didn't leave a single scratch on it. The whole body of the staff is still shining with silver light, and the flying winged horse head carved on the head of the staff exudes a faint silver light, making it look extremely holy and beautiful.

The cheers of the crowd reached their peak as Duke held aloft the glorious staff made in Dalaran.

In the square, representatives from the nine nations of the Alliance other than the Stormwind Kingdom had already gathered.

Looking at Duke, every king, every representative has complex sighs.

Unexpectedly, Duke actually did it.

With the almost mortal remains, he only led a small team of five people, thousands of miles behind the enemy lines, patrolling the red dragons in the sky, sneaking into the heavily guarded Grim Batol Fortress in the wetlands where orcs were rampant on the ground, Cleverly using Deathwing's conspiracy in reverse, he accomplished the feat of liberating the Red Dragon Queen.

If Duke could barely be said to be a wise man and commander in command before, then Duke at this moment is like being quenched in a forge, rejuvenated after being truly tested, and a true alliance hero.

The hero's name has been fully established, and no matter what happens to Duke in the future, he will become an indelible legend in the history of the league.

Even if King Terenas ran on Duke in private, he had no choice but to put on a smiling face to welcome Duke at this moment.

It happened that an accident that no one had imagined happened at this moment.

An abrupt sound suddenly sounded before the sound of the drums.

"Duke, you became a hero, and you also told us that the Red Dragon Army is no longer a part of the tribe. Then, I want to ask you, who should I turn to to avenge my son's blood feud!?"

If it was some short-sighted pawn, he might have been dragged out by angry soldiers and hacked before he finished speaking.

However, the one who said this was the king of Kul Tiras—Daelin Proudmoore!