I once thought that mages were cowards who could only hide from the front and fight in the safe areas behind the Warriors. So in the minds of most Alliance soldiers, no matter how outstanding Duke's strategy is or how good his internal affairs and logistics abilities are, he will always be the deputy commander of the Alliance. The real commander is still Anduin Lothar, who dares to charge and fight bloody battles with the orcs on the front line.

No one thinks it is inappropriate for Duke.

Today, Duke subverted this impression with his actions.

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

Every soldier who saw this scene suddenly burst into fire in his heart.

Without comparison, there is no contrast.

They are all killed for the alliance. Who doesn’t want to return home in glory after the war is over and enjoy the cheers and praises of the people? For soldiers from other countries, it is completely different to be triumphant in the city of Lordaeron and the king capital.

Well, Lordaeron is the leader of the alliance. He just finished the final battle of the Dark Gate, and then spanned the entire eastern kingdom continent, almost from the southernmost end to the northernmost end.

I was desperate to go on a rush, and almost always marched every day. Well, after finally arriving, both supply and camping were all pits.

The allies ate black bread made of moldy millet, which was thick and hard, and could not be eaten with water. They could be used as sticks to knock people. Even the auxiliary soldiers of the Lordaeron ate white bread with a very good taste.

It was cold and the Allied soldiers who rushed over were where to supply? The Alliance soldiers here had to report the collar clothes of thick and lump clothes, and they were trembling with cold. The Lordaerons there picked up their own cotton clothes.

With various different treatments, Lordaeron looks like the best in the world, and his attitude is actually just a sentence, "Without Lordaeron's support, you are all mobs. Letting you attend the triumphal ceremony is Lordaeron's gift, thank you quickly."

Which one has never been angry?

Who would have thought that he would still be furious when he came to Lordaeron?

At this moment, Duke's actions were so satisfying.

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

"Come on! Keep up!"

"Follow Lord Marcus!"

"Yes! We have all shed blood for the alliance and sold our lives! Why are we treated differently!"

Countless swords and spears were raised to the sky.

The sharp blade dyed with orcs' blood was filled with a faint red and cold light.

Countless shouts gathered into a huge sound, exploding in the military camp.

Duke rode his horse and walked side by side with Anduin to General Abidis who was guarding the camp gate.

"Get out of the way, or I'll step over your body!"

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

Hell! Duke is here to be true!

As a senior, General Abidis also knew King Terenas's plan. He also felt that his king was a bit unkind, but he was the king he swore to serve for his life.

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

Duke did not answer positively. He leaned over and said in Abidis's ear: "If the entire Ultralist was destroyed on the spot, I had nothing to say. But now... if the leader could occupy the territory of his allies at will, then such an alliance would not be the case."

His voice was not loud, nor small, enough for Abidis and Lothar beside him to hear it.

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

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

At this time, the triumphal ceremony in Lordaeron City had already begun for an hour.

In the first half, it is the most exciting ceremony for prisoners to offer.

Twenty-five thousand orcs were cut with their hands behind their backs, locked with heavy iron shackles weighing at least one hundred kilograms, and tied them with thick iron chains, forming a string of hundreds of people. They lowered their heads and passed through the long and wide streets under the eyes of countless citizens.

At the beginning, the orc captive aroused the public's surprise.

"Oh my God! They're so burly! Are our warriors fighting such monsters?"

"Look at their fangs? They are more rough than wild boars' teeth."

"The Holy Light is above, our warriors have defeated such an opponent."

Soon, after a brief amazement, a frenzy of public anger came.

"Beast! Return my husband to me!" A lady on the second floor terrace threw the first rotten tomato at the orc.

"Give me my dad back!" A young seven or eight-year-old child threw the first stone.

Within a few seconds, thousands of debris flew out from every corner of the road and poured onto the captives.

Citizens could not cross the shield formation composed of two guards on both sides of the road, and they could only vent their anger in this way.

You should know that this Dark Gate Battle swept almost all of Lordaeron’s territory, from the Silver Song Forest at the southwest end, to the northeast near the holy city of Stantholm, and then to the core city of Lordaeron. The heavy loss of life also spread to almost every family, even if it was not every family, it would be almost the same.

No orc prisoner was not smashed to his nose and face, and even his fangs on his mouth were broken, but they did not dare to resist and even shouted, and they lowered their heads and were escorted through the Long Street Avenue.

Among the 25,000 orcs, the only one is the chieftain Orgrim with his head high!

His mouth was sealed, his calves were tightly fixed on the iron plate weighing two tons by shackles, and his wrists were also tightly locked on it, and he was kneeling like this.

However, his head never lowered!

Behind the cage, the sign with the tribal chief said, gave Orgrim the most attacks. The thrown stones and Rotten Tomatoes almost drowned him. Even the soldiers who were wearing heavy armor on the side of the car were unable to clean up because the attacks of the citizens were too violent.

Finally, the mage had to blow away the miscellaneous items around Orgrim.

"Hang him!"

"Hang him! The chief who hangs the orcs!"

The angry citizen raised his fists and made a huge sound.

On the main terrace of the palace, King Terenas looked at the scene with satisfaction with his children, Alsace and Caria.

After the prisoner offering ceremony, the real triumphal ceremony was the one. Countless mailmen who had been prepared, quickly rushed out of all the alleys of the city with brooms and other things, and cleaned up the debris 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's facial expression suddenly solidified.
Chapter completed!