Chapter 578: The Names of Heroes Will Be Sacred (Blood Cow Number One Reward)

The bitterness of failure spread on the lips of every orc. Many of them came with the idea of ​​conquering a wider world and finding a more fertile territory for their clan.

The brutal reality knocked them down relentlessly, and the alliance of these intelligent races called humans, dwarves and high elves outperformed the Horde.

Kick them from their seats as great conquerors to captives.

And the joy of victory spread in the hearts of every alliance member.

There were people cheering and hugging each other everywhere. Everyone patted each other on the shoulder, celebrating the victory, celebrating that they survived this terrible war safely.

Alleria looked at Duke's side face, and felt a surge of excitement in her heart that no outsider could understand. As one of the biggest witnesses of Duke's miracle, she watched Duke step by step, from a penniless magic apprentice to a hero of the alliance.

I still remember that two years ago, Duke was a young boy who started his fortune only with the magic apprentice handbook she gave him. Then I squatted in the cell for this hateful guy for three months, no matter how many times I think about it, I feel hateful. Then, as the perfect savior, this guy appeared in Quel'Thalas, which was at stake, and saved the entire high elf kingdom in one fell swoop under the watchful eyes of the Silvermoon Council and the Sun King.

What is it about Duke that deeply attracts me, so that my heart that has been silent for countless years is so excited that I am desperate for it?

Is it the wisdom and vision far beyond the world?

Is it the astonishing momentum of retreating thousands of troops with one banner?

Or is it the prestige that thousands of enemies will surrender when they see the flag?

No! neither.

Or maybe it's all...

Women are complex and contradictory creatures.

Alleria didn't know anything else. She only knew at this moment, at this moment, that she loved Duke to death.

"Hey, Duke." Alleria said suddenly, she had the urge to kiss Duke passionately, but now, at least 30,000 pairs of eyes are looking at this side, which made her, who has always been dignified and elegant, feel unbearable. She wondered if Duke should go down into the tank cabin for a while.

who knows……

"Duke! I love you to death."

Well, something happened that made Alleria angry and a little bit angry.

Ignoring the attention of tens of thousands of people, or because of her daring to love and hate publicity, Veresa went ahead and grabbed Duke's face. Kiss up.

"Woo! Mmm... Mmm..."

At close range, no matter how loud the noise in her ears was, Alleria could still hear the sound of her lover and sister tangling with each other. Seeing the third sister's face that was very similar to hers was fascinated by the passionate kiss, and seeing the passionate blush on her cheeks and neck, Aurelia actually felt as if she was the one who was kissing passionately.

Unknowingly, Aurelia also leaned over.

At this time, she was frightened by the sudden loud noise.

"Oh oh oh! Master Marcus has done a good job!"

"A beauty deserves a hero!"

"Hahaha! That's clearly a hero for a hero, okay? Ms. Veresa has killed more orcs than the hair on your legs."

Laughing, booing, screaming, everything. Veresa didn't care at all, and continued to hug Duke's neck and kiss passionately.

"Huh? Didn't His Excellency Marcus and Ms. Aurelia..."

"You don't understand this. Elves are very open. It's normal for two women to serve one husband or one woman to have four or five open lovers."

"Oh, then, Lord Marcus, kiss Ms. Alleria too!"

"Yes! Kiss one! Kiss one!"

If in the past, under the seemingly loose but strict hierarchy, those guys would never be so presumptuous. Now, no one expected that it would be Reginald Windsor, a seemingly staid young general, who took the lead in booing.

With those who take the lead, naturally there will be more booing.

"Kiss one! Kiss one!"

Led by Duke's private soldiers, the shouts were almost uniform.

Alleria was ashamed. Over there, after hearing everyone's shouts, Veresa let go of Duke reluctantly: "Here, now you belong to the eldest sister." After finishing speaking, she stuck out her tongue mischievously at her eldest sister, and then I licked my red lips, and my expression was still unsatisfactory, not like everyone asked me not to let go of Duke.

"Kiss one! Kiss one!"

The voices of the boisterous bastards soared into the sky.

"No, Duke, I still don't feel good." At the critical moment, Alleria had a reserved attack.

At the critical moment, Duke's domineering sideways leaked, he just grabbed Aurelia's waist with his left hand, clasped her fingers with his right hand, and then kissed deeply and painfully.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!" Tens of thousands of melon-eating people were happy! Satisfied! They made all kinds of strange noises and applauded.

Alleria was obviously very ashamed, but she was surprised to find that she enjoyed this feeling very much. That sense of indulgence, a little out of the ordinary for a celebratory moment, doesn't seem to be bad either.

Standing behind Duke, listening to the tsunami-like cheers, feeling the support and trust of tens of thousands of people for Duke, Cirvanas suddenly understood why her proud eldest sister And the third sister, who is the most curious and intuitive, will fall in love with the same man.

It's very simple, because the person in front of him is the hero of the alliance-Duke Marcus.

His name is legendary.

His name is holy.

He and the heroes of the alliance who fought side by side with him are destined to become the most indispensable part of the glorious history of the alliance!

The war is over. The alliance has won. The world of Azeroth is safe.

Even if this is likely to be only a temporary security.

This did not prevent the whole world of men, dwarves and elves from celebrating this glorious and great victory.

From the Kingdom of Stormwind in the southernmost part of human civilization, to Quel'Thalas in the northernmost part of the high elves; from Kul Tiras, which is lonely overseas in the farthest west, to Stormgard, which has just begun to rebuild its homeland in the farthest east .

The news of victory took wings and spread throughout the land of the Eastern Kingdoms.

In the tavern, after dinner, the most talked about is naturally the heroic epic of the legendary mage and extraordinary commander Duke Marcus.

The second is Anduin Lothar, the leader of the alliance who dares to fight on the front line.

The Silver Hand who dared to launch a fearless charge against 200,000 orcs with a mere twelve riders: Uther, Tirion Fordring, Saidan Dathrohan, Turalyon, Gavinrad* Doom... These twelve paladins will become synonymous with 'courage' for a long, long time to come.

However, Mograine and Abidis, who still abide by their duties despite the extreme disadvantages and fight to the death on the front line, have also become idols admired by countless young people.

There are also Daelin Proudmoore, Ryan Wrynn, Solas Trollbane, Antonidas and other kings who are fighting on the front line, all of their names will become sacred!