Chapter 587 The Triumph Ceremony Is About to Be Held

Seriously, Duke considers himself to be that selfish kind of guy.

If Aurelia was to be sacrificed to save the world of Azeroth, Duke would never do it.

From beginning to end, being a hero... just to not be a ghoul for myself, to get along better. Of course, purely because Duke didn't mind saving the world while keeping himself. So Duke became a league hero.

After finally waiting for the three sisters to stop crying, Duke comforted them:

"Don't think too much about it. Whether it's about Ilucia, about the Barov family, about Alterac, or even about Lord Daval Prestor, they can all be put together. Get rid of it. Do you trust my planning ability?"

"Hmm." The three sisters almost spoke in unison.

"Then leave it to me. Terenas won't be jumping around for long. We'll just have fun, and then go to the theater on the day of the triumphant ceremony."

After a while, Duke was called away by his subordinate Daniel.

Cirvanas straightened up and said to the elder sister: "Aurelia, didn't I suggest you to find a way to formally marry Duke and establish your name? You refused at that time."

"Um."

Cirvanas looked at the place where Duke left, thoughtfully: "I didn't understand at that time. Now I understand."

Alleria gently held her sister's hand: "What do you understand? My good sister."

"The kingdom's marriage law can guarantee only wealth and power, not love at all. For the high elves who have a lifespan of nearly ten thousand years, a hundred years of human beings is just a short moment for elves. During these hundred years, live a wonderful life, don't leave any regrets That's good. There is no need to pay too much attention to the rest."

After hearing this, Alleria's expression suddenly bloomed like a flower, and she was extremely brilliant: "Sister, it's good that you understand."

Cirvanas smiled: "At first I didn't expect much about love, but now seeing you like this, I suddenly became a little moved. It's a pity, after watching you and Duke, I suddenly realized that there is really nothing in the world. Men can get into my eyes."

"Second Sister, actually I don't mind..." Before Veresa finished speaking, Cirvanas sealed her lips with her index finger.

"Even if you and Eldest Sister don't mind, I do! A person has only two hands, and there is no room for him." After finishing speaking, Cirvanas straightened his clothes, wiped away his tears, leave.

At this time, the voice of my eldest sister suddenly came from behind.

"My good sister, I don't care which hero you are with, but you have to hold on, Lothar is almost time to step into the ranks of the old man."

Cirvanas almost fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

In this way, the time passed to December 22.

Three days later, on the 25th, this is a very special day for both Duke, the traverser, and the people of Azeroth in this life—because in Lordaeron City, the capital of the Alliance of Lordaeron, A grand triumph will be held to celebrate the Alliance's victory over the Horde.

In the entire alliance territory, because the news of the victory had spread long ago, many people traveled thousands of miles to Lordaeron City, just to see the demeanor of the triumphant soldiers and watch the upcoming prisoner offering ceremony.

Both in the joy of victory, but also out of hatred for the tribe.

After all, this is an all-out war that has swept across the entire continent. The destruction and loss of life caused by the war has affected every city and every village in the territories of humans, dwarves, and high elves.

Because the triumphant ceremony was scheduled as early as the end of November, the citizens of Lordaeron started talking about it early in the morning.

"Have you heard? More than 200,000 soldiers from various countries will participate in this triumphant military parade."

"I heard that there are 30,000 orc captives alone."

"Hey, can I see orcs then? I'm in the countryside and only encounter lords raising taxes and conscription. I've never seen what an orc looks like."

"Haha! I heard from the nobleman that as long as you dare and can afford it, you can buy an orc slave to cut down trees for you."

"We also heard that it seems that the king of Alterac will be elected this time. The former king Aiden was killed after betraying the alliance."

"That human traitor, Perenolde! You deserve it!"

All kinds of ideas are intertwined.

A storm hidden under the great victory began to gather.

On the 22nd, in front of the Stormwind Fortress in Stormwind City, Anduin Lothar waited for Duke and his party.

After seeing Duke get off the carriage, Anduin warmly greeted him, and gave Duke a big bear hug: "Oh, Duke. Although your territory is also very important, you should also take care of me and me. Ryan! There's a lot going on here."

"Ahem! How many times have I told you, don't force yourself so hard."

The commander-in-chief forced Anduin to show a charming smile: "This is a reward for your laziness."

The next moment, seeing Duke stretch out his hand into the carriage and help the Windrunner sisters down one by one, even the uncle Anduin couldn't help showing a smile.

Of course he knew that it was etiquette for a man to stretch out his hand and ask a lady to help her out of the car.

He also knew that if it weren't for the many dignitaries of the Stormwind Kingdom watching, the Windrunner sisters would definitely jump out of the car by themselves.

But still a little envious!

Noble and elegant Aurelia.

Wild and unruly Sylvanas.

Veresa is as gentle as water.

The three Windrunner sisters dressed up to attend, even in the entire human world, their beauty is second to none.

Only the elder sister and the third sister were confirmed to be related. There were gossip that Duke had married all three sisters, leaving only the fourth child with facial paralysis.

"Welcome, three ladies of the Windrunner family."

The three sisters saluted together.

After exchanging pleasantries, Anduin smiled and said, "Okay, Ryan originally wanted to use your portal to go to Lordaeron for convenience. The journey of more than 40 days back and forth is definitely a crime. But the ministers Desperately opposed, and out of etiquette..."

When he said this, the Duke Bolvar Fordragon looked at Anduin without showing any weakness: "Please be careful, Anduin. Your Majesty is the most important person in the Kingdom of Stormwind. Such indiscreet behavior will not be tolerated until it is absolutely safe."

"Okay, okay! I'm not a king, I'm lazy and use the portal to go, it's okay."

"If there is a choice, I hope that Anduin, you and Duke will both be cautious." Bolvar's implication was that Duke should just use the teleporter to fly around, and don't involve other important officials.

Duke smiled wryly. After all, this is not the era when even soldiers used portals to launch them. It's useless to say anything now.