Chapter 594 Triumphant Storm (Part 2) (1500 Monthly Pass)

Terenas almost sprayed old blood on the immaculate white jade balcony railing.

His script is perfect.

If you want to swallow Alterac, you can't make Alterac people into war heroes in the first place. If the Mountain Eagle Knights are allowed to attend the triumphant ceremony, it will cause unnecessary obstacles to the next action.

"Frankie, that trash! Didn't I even give him the imperial order?" Terenas almost wanted to order someone to hang that idiot who was ineffective on the spot.

It's too late now.

Everyone has entered the arena, so should Mograine run to stop the Eagle Knights and drive them back?

But... who the hell let them in? What is Abbydis doing! ?

etc! Where did the war horses of the Stormwind Kingdom come from?

Terenas trembled slightly.

Over there, the Storm Knights entered the arena.

As the first country to fight the orcs, and also as the first kingdom to be destroyed by a brutal tribe, the Storm Knights became the first triumphant team to enter the arena, which has special significance.

It was beyond the expectation of the people of Lordaeron and the audience who came from other countries to watch the ceremony.

What they saw was not a knight with bright armor, nor a majestic steed with a well-groomed and extremely clean hair.

What they saw was a large group of warriors returning from many battles.

Even after cleaning, blood can be seen on the armor, which is full of uneven marks, and even has cracks penetrated by heavy weapons. Only a new piece of iron is embedded in it like a patch.

There are obvious holes in the shields of some knights, which are the result of throwing spears by troll throwers.

Pulled out, the long sword with the blade pointing up is still sharp. But a closer look reveals unevenness on the blade. Those are the traces of re-polishing after the sword broke.

The Knights of the Alterac Mountain Eagle who followed closely behind were similar, and what was even more special was that many of them carried more than one sword on their backs, and many of them were broken swords.

A qualified knight's sword is worth a lot of money, and ordinary cross steel swords start with three-digit gold coins. Therefore, the tradition of the knights is that when the elder knight thinks that the apprentice is qualified enough to become a knight in his own right, he will give the apprentice a knight sword.

This is inheritance, and it is also the expectation of the elders for the younger generations.

A knight is only allowed to have one knight sword at a time.

There is only one situation where a knight is allowed to wear multiple swords, that is, when returning from the battlefield, he brings the sword of the fallen elder or fellow robe.

The long sword is the tombstone of the knight and the epitaph of the knight.

Those blood-stained long swords that were even broken in two completely declared the fate and will of their masters to every audience.

Countless Lordaeronians gasped.

The kind girls burst into tears.

They have heard of the Alterac king's betrayal, and they have publicly insulted the Alterac people countless times, but they have never thought about how much sacrifice and price the Alterac knights paid to wash away this shame.

Later came the Stormgardians from Stromgarde, carrying the shields of their fallen comrades. Those scorched shields told the story of the Red Dragon's attack, which was still part of the Horde at that time.

The Dalaranians brought up the broken tower shield and hand crossbow.

The Kul Tiran carried an array of broken scimitars.

And many, many more...

The soldiers of the alliance used the most authentic way to present the cruelty of war and the greatness of the warriors to those who stayed behind.

There were no loud slogans or triumphant expressions, and the teams from all over the world marched in silence.

Perhaps an hour ago, those people who had not experienced brutal wars did not understand why humans, who seemed to be physically weaker, could defeat such ferocious orcs.

Now they all understand.

It was bought by the warriors of the alliance with their blood and lives, with the greatest courage and the most determined will to fight for it.

I don't know who was the first to applaud.

I don't know who was the first to cheer.

On both sides of the silent avenue, cheers suddenly swept across the sky.

"Warriors! Well done!"

"Thank you for your hard work!"

"Without you, we would all die."

"You are all true heroes of the Alliance!"

"I love you and I want to marry you!"

Whose tears are flying?

Whose heart is trembling?

Whose throat is roaring?

When the applause, cheers, and shouts flooded the triumphant warriors, every alliance soldier couldn't help but burst into tears.

At this moment, my own hardships and the sacrifices of my comrades suddenly felt like 'worth it'.

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Long live the warriors!"

The sun's rays shone on the warriors' armors, which were not bright, and each pair of armor seemed to be burning with raging flames. An indescribable brilliance rose from the warriors. Even the brilliance of the sun can hardly cover up such a bright light.

This is the radiance of the soul.

This is the radiance that symbolizes courage.

So much so that everyone was reluctant to take their eyes off these warriors.

At this time, the crowd of onlookers also gave the most enthusiastic cheers to the team of dwarves and high elves.

Suddenly, the Legion of Lordaeron, which was supposed to be the finale, appeared.

Very strangely, countless people stopped.

There was no applause, no cheers, no rain of petals falling from the sky.

Even the people of Lordaeron stared at their country's military ranks with disbelief.

After seeing the triumphant procession so real, so close to the battle.

Those white horses that are as gorgeous as if participating in a dressage competition, those new armors that are shining enough to look in a mirror, and the light and beautiful long thorns on the waists of the knights...

Almost everything is deeply stimulating people's eyeballs.

In an instant, everyone felt a burning pain from the eyes, from the depths of their eye sockets to the depths of the soul.

If they hadn't seen the allied troops led by Duke and Anduin, perhaps they would have applauded these seemingly magnificent and mighty goods, and the girls would have screamed at those handsome knights.

But now, everyone felt that the Lordaeron Knights who appeared at the end were simply a blasphemy of this tragic and unrivaled war.

Especially after seeing those ignorant, greasy-faced noble youths who could barely ride horses also mixed into the triumphant queue, the people of Lordaeron felt a sense of humiliation of being fooled.

"Get out! It's a warrior's festival!"

"Yes! Get out! Lordaeron doesn't need you trash with false military exploits!"

"roll."

"roll!"

"roll--"

Thousands of voices gathered together, and soon, everyone consciously adjusted the rhythm of their roars.

"roll roll roll!"

The roar was like a raging sea.

The scolding sound was like the sky falling apart.

At this moment, Terenas lost all blood on his face.