Chapter 593 Triumphant Storm (Part 1)

I used to think that mages are cowards who can only hide in the safe area behind the bloody warriors and cast magic. Therefore, in the hearts of most Union soldiers, no matter how good Duke's strategy is, how good his internal affairs and logistics capabilities are, he will always be the deputy commander of the Union. The real commander is Anduin Lothar who dares to charge and fight the orcs on the front line.

No one thinks that this impression of Duke is inappropriate.

Today, Duke subverted this impression with his actions.

It is a bit wrong to say that it is subversion. This should be a more exaggerated sublimation.

Every soldier who saw this scene suddenly felt a fire in their hearts.

Without contrast, there is no contrast.

They all killed enemies for the alliance. Who wouldn't want to return home after the war and enjoy the cheers and praises of the people? For soldiers from other countries, triumphant return in the city of Lordaeron is completely different from triumphant return in their own capital.

Well, Lordaeron is the leader of the Alliance. This side has just finished the final battle of the Dark Portal, and that side spans the entire Eastern Kingdom continent, almost from the southernmost point to the northernmost point.

Hurrying desperately, almost every day is a hurried march. Well, after finally arriving, whether it is supplies or camping, everything is a pit.

The allies ate black bread made of soon-to-mold millet, which was thick and hard, and could be used as a stick to beat people without water. Even the auxiliary soldiers of the Lordaeron eat white bread with a delicious taste.

It's freezing cold, where can the Allied soldiers who rushed over have supplies? Here, the Union soldiers had to report several times with collars and sackcloth, shivering from the cold. The people of Lordaeron over there can take their own cotton clothes casually.

All kinds of differential treatment, the people of Lordaeron look like Lao Tzu is the best in the world, and all kinds of attitudes are actually just one sentence: "Without Lordaeron's support, you are all mobs." It is Lordaeron's gift to let you participate in the Triumph Ceremony, please thank you quickly'.

Which one has not been angry?

Who would have thought that coming to Lordaeron would be subject to such birdishness?

At this moment, Duke's actions were simply delightful.

From the soul to the heart, that fierce flame boils in every blood vessel in the body and burns in every cell.

"Keep up! Keep up!"

"Follow Lord Marcus!"

"Yes! We have all shed blood and sacrificed our lives for the alliance! Why should we be treated differently!"

Countless swords and spears were held high to the sky.

The sharp edge, which was stained with the blood of the orcs, glowed faintly with a cold red light.

Countless shouts gathered into a huge voice, which exploded in the barracks.

Duke rode proudly, and stood side by side with Anduin to General Abbendis who was guarding the gate of the camp.

"Get out of the way, or I will step over your corpse!"

Abidis trembled all over. He saw Duke's eyes, and Duke clearly said: I saved you once, but I can also take back the life you saved.

hell! Duke is for real!

As a high-ranking general, Abidis also faintly knew King Terenas' plan. He also felt that his own king was a bit unkind, but that was the king he swore to serve his whole life after all.

He was trembling all over, his mouth squirmed for a long time before he could hold back a sentence: "Duke, is it worth it?"

Duke didn't answer directly. He leaned over and whispered in Abidis' ear, "If the whole of Alterac was destroyed on the spot at that time, I have nothing to say. But now... if the leader can occupy the territory of the allies at will , then such an alliance is not worth mentioning.”

His voice was neither loud nor low, enough to be heard by both Abbydis and Lothar next to him.

At this moment, Lothar suddenly understood Duke's intentions.

"Duke! I support you!" Lothar's loud voice easily aroused even louder cheers behind him.

At this time, the triumphal ceremony of Lordaeron City had already started for an hour.

In the first half, it is the prisoner offering ceremony that most stimulates the public's attention.

Twenty-five thousand orcs, with their hands cut behind their backs, were locked in heavy iron shackles weighing at least one hundred catties, and then tied with thick iron chains, strung together in units of a hundred people. With their heads lowered, they passed the long and wide avenue under the eyes of countless citizens.

At first, the orc captives caused the townspeople to wonder.

"My God! They are so big! Our warriors fight against such monsters?"

"Look at their tusks? They are rougher than those of wild boars."

"By the Holy Light, our warriors actually defeated such an opponent."

Soon, after a brief moment of amazement, there was a frenzy of citizen anger.

"Bastard! Give me back my husband!" A woman on the balcony on the second floor threw the first rotten tomato at the orc.

"Give me back my father!" A child of seven or eight years old threw the first stone.

In just a few seconds, thousands of debris flew out from every corner on both sides of the avenue and poured on the captives.

Citizens could not rush through the shield formed by two rows of city guards on both sides of the road, they could only vent their anger in this way.

You know, this time the Dark Portal War has swept almost all of Lordaeron's territories, from the Silverpine Forest in the southwest, to the place near the holy city of Stratholme in the northeast, and then to the core city of Lordaeron. The heavy loss of human life was equally shared by almost every family, even if not every family wore mourning.

None of the orc captives were beaten black and blue, and even their fangs were broken, but they didn't dare to resist, and even yelled. They just lowered their heads and were escorted through the long street.

Among the 25,000 orcs, there is only one with his head held high - the great chief Orgrim!

His mouth was sealed, his two calves were tightly fixed to a two-ton iron plate by shackles, and his wrists were also tightly locked on it, and he just knelt like this.

However, his head never lowered!

Behind that cage, the sign that read Warchief of the Horde, made Orgrim suffer the most attacks. Throwing stones and rotten tomatoes almost drowned him. Even the soldiers who put on heavy armor on the side of the car to prevent being smashed to death couldn't clean up because the citizens' attacks were too violent.

In the end, the mage had to blow away the debris around Orgrim.

"Hang him!"

"Hang him! Hang the orc warchief!"

Angry citizens raised their fists high and made monstrous noises.

On the main terrace of the royal palace, King Terenas took his own pair of sons and daughters, Alsace and Kalia, watching this scene with satisfaction.

After the prisoner presenting ceremony, it was the real triumphant ceremony. Countless handymen who had already prepared, carrying brooms and other things, quickly rushed out of all the alleys in the city, cleaning up the sundries on the streets very quickly and skillfully, In just ten minutes, the triumphal road from the north gate to the palace was cleaned.

At this time, Terenas' facial expression suddenly froze.

Because he saw through the binoculars that the mountain eagle flag of Alterac was fluttering at the gate of the north gate of Lordaeron following the storm lion flag.