Chapter 914 Destiny Has Changed

"Once this happens, no one in the entire world of Azeroth will be able to escape death. Why?"

"There are no longer live fish in the sea, rivers, or lakes, only countless rotting corpses."

"The crops in the field stopped growing and turned into monsters that can eat people."

"The water in the deep well turns into green poison."

"You, your relatives, clansmen, who else can continue to live?"

"No! Not one! We are all going to die!"

"At that time, the entire world will perish, and you and your relatives will become rotten and filthy corpses, ending in the evil laughter."

"Tell me - do you want such a future!?"

As Duke's passionate words fell, an overwhelming shout suddenly came from below.

"No! We don't want it!"

Duke waved his fist: "Yes! We don't want it! We long for continued survival! We long for the peace of future generations, and we long for the reproduction of the race! So what are we going to say to the damn devil with the swords and cannons in our hands?"

"roll!"

"Go to hell! Devil!"

"Wherever you came from, you will go back to where you died!"

The messy answers are more real.

The fifty thousand troops, like five huge boiling pots, responded to Duke's speech with noisy enthusiasm.

Duke looked excitedly at the snarling expressions on the faces that were no longer young. He was satisfied, really satisfied.

The swearing-in meeting is absolutely necessary. Knowing why you are fighting and who the enemy is will make soldiers braver and more determined to fight!

Duke let the soldiers shout for nearly thirty seconds, and then the next second, he pressed his hands in the air and made a mute gesture.

It was as if there was an invisible, huge magical hand that cut off the air and blocked the propagation of sound. Every alliance leader and general was surprised to find that the soldiers who were still shouting and screaming a second ago were all screaming at this moment.

All the voices stopped suddenly!

They are not dead objects, not the zombies used as cannon fodder by the Scourge Legion.

They are the most elite troops in the alliance, proud soldiers who have experienced countless battles, large and small.

A general with lower merit would not be able to suppress them at all.

But, against Duke, they were disciplined.

When Duke wanted to speak, he was as docile as a sheep.

right!

This is Duke!

The number one hero of the alliance who led the entire Eastern Kingdom Continent Alliance to win battle after battle and saved the entire four races of humans, high elves, dwarves and dwarfs from the crisis of destruction.

Looking at Duke's face, people naturally think of the retreat from the fall of Stormwind City, to the Battle of the South China Sea, to the Battle of Baradin Gulf, to the defense of Lordaeron, to the decisive battle of Blackrock Mountain... to the latest Dalaran. Joint battles and other brilliant victories.

Only Duke Marcus has such an exaggerated and impossible-to-surpass prestige to overwhelm these arrogant warriors, making them from all ethnic groups proud of him and bowing to his orders.

In the face of Duke's aura of victory, even the Sin'dorei crown worn by Queen Xi and the Kul Tiras crown on Jaina's head were overshadowed by it.

But this is not important. The two queens locked their scorching gazes firmly on Duke's majestic back, their eyes blurred.

Duke spoke again.

"Yes! Everyone is right! The planet Azeroth is our home, our hometown! Whoever wants to trample on it must first step over our corpses!"

"That's right! Maybe we will all die! Maybe even our bodies will be desecrated by the evil Scourge Legion after our death! Our souls will even be imprisoned, and we will helplessly become evil accomplices."

"However, then! How! How!?"

Duke's voice suddenly rose an octave, and at the same time he waved his hand.

"We fought hard with our own will! We tried our best! Even at the end of the world, facing our ancestors, we can proudly declare that we are worthy of our conscience!"

"So for the future of our children and grandchildren!"

"Go fight!"

"Go roar!"

"Use our lives and souls to speak our strongest voice against the damned devil!"

Duke raised his right fist with all his strength and pointed it straight at the sky!

"Long live the future!"

"Long live Azeroth!"

Thousands of arms raised high!

That's Rulin's sword!

That's a mountainous sea of ​​hammers!

That is the unyielding will of billions of Azeroth creatures!

They completely vented the heat in their chests, letting thousands of voices converge into one.

"Long live the future——"

"Long live Azeroth——"

Duke waved his hand: "In the name of the commander of the alliance, I announce that Operation Mount Hyjal has officially begun! All troops - everyone is in position - go!"

The phalanx, which had been extremely neat a moment ago, began to disintegrate quickly and orderly. The soldiers, under the command of the middle and high-level generals, rushed to their own positions.

The once silent beachhead is boiling again.

Even though we are several kilometers away, we can still feel the murderous aura from above!

Turalyon and Bryan came to Duke and gave Duke a military salute.

"Your Excellency, Commander, do you have any other orders?" Turalyon asked.

Duke looked at the undulating beach and sighed softly.

Transporting more than 100,000 troops across the endless sea, coupled with heavy equipment, is the limit of what the alliance can achieve.

It would be great if we could bring all the main players of the alliance here.

It's a pity that there are not so many ifs in the world...

Duke said: "Soldiers without the will to fight cannot face a terrifying existence several times higher than themselves. But if the will to fight is too high, all the good guys in the alliance will die here in vain. Tell the brats below, This is just the first battle. I don’t need them all to die here. Please abide by the discipline and withdraw when you need to. I prepared a magic circle near Orgrimmar and sent the best troops to Mount Hyjal. of the mountainside.”

Turalyon punched his chest with a single fist, and his gauntlet hit his breastplate with a crisp clang.

"clear!"

Then Turalyon and Bryan went down.

Just when they were about to step off the high platform, Duke's voice floated from the stage: "Remember to get me off the mountain alive, and then find a way for me to get down alive."

Turalyon and Brian looked at each other and smiled: "Boss, you are so demanding."

"Of course, if we are desperate, the commander here is Mograine."

Waving his hand, Turalyon's handsome back before leaving was imprinted in Duke's eyes.

Mograine patted Duke on the back with a bit of complaint: "Hell, it's like I'm the kind of idiot who only works hard."

Duke didn't answer. He looked at Turalyon and then at Mograine. Duke was thoughtful.

Destiny has changed!