Chapter 592: Lordaeron Won't Give It! I Duke To!

"Hiss—" the voice fell, and there was a dead silence around.

Terenas is trying to drive the people of Alterac to their death!

Isn't it just that Alterac suddenly slipped through a loophole and let the Horde over?

The city of Lordaeron did not fall in the end!

Can you deserve such a big grudge?

To be honest, everyone's betrayal of King Perenold is very shameless. At the beginning, everyone was shameless towards the Alterac Mountain Eagle Knights.

But how do people do it?

Bearing the endless humiliation from the allied forces, he charged forward and retreated behind.

I have been completely disabled many times, but what?

How many times did the 1,000-man knights fight so that half of them died in battle?

When the knight is dead, the candidate for the knight is on top, and when all the candidates are dead, the apprentice is on top. Using the remaining weapons left by the predecessors, he hammered the bent iron armor and used it again.

They have already washed away the shame on their bodies with blood and hard work. As long as you have a little understanding of the Mountain Eagle Knights, you will not continue to underestimate this iron-blooded army.

Now Terenas just ordered him to brush him down, how can this be unbearable.

Duke is on his way.

However, now that the alliance army has been disbanded, Duke is nothing more than a grand duke. As a lord of the southern continent, can he offend the strongest king in the northern continent?

Danath Trollbane secretly looked at Duke's too young face. He should have given up hope, but he always looked forward to it.

Muradin* Bronzebeard and Kurdran* Wildhammer took a step forward, but were pulled by Magni* Bronzebeard one by one: "He is Duke."

Very simple sentence - he is Duke.

That amazing Duke.

Since the establishment of the alliance, it has created countless miracles and has been coordinating the deputy commanders of almost every alliance member country.

If Duke really didn't do something, then the name of miracle on him would cry.

Everyone thinks so and expects so.

At this time, Duke smiled.

His voice suddenly became high-pitched and clear: "Today--is the victory celebration of the Alliance! Today--is not the victory celebration of Lordaeron! You haven't even been on the battlefield, and you lost Terenas. A dog that barks like a dog, if you can understand people's language, then get out immediately, otherwise I will let you get out!"

When the voice fell, the whole world was shocked!

Duke dare! ?

How dare Duke! ?

Almost every alliance warrior who witnessed this scene stared at Duke with bulging eyes.

The blood in his heart suddenly surged to the extreme.

They didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of missing out on what might be a historic moment.

Duke Frankie jumped up like a dog whose tail had been trampled sorely: "Duke Marcus! You are just a duke! How dare you defy Terenas Menethil II?" His Majesty's order!?"

"Are you finished?" Duke smiled and gently gestured to Lothar not to stop me.

Lothar bowed his head and held his forehead: "Well, I hope you really know what you are doing."

The next moment, there was a "pop!"

A harsh slap slapped Earl Frankie's oily face.

To say it is lightning is only relative. Duke's shot was in slow motion for the warriors present.

Duke is slow, and Frankie is even worse.

It's like a snail being robbed by a turtle and reporting, "It all happened in a flash of lightning, he moved too fast."

Well, this is just a bad joke.

What everyone values ​​more is that Duke has played!

When Frankie was holding Terenas' imperial order, Duke actually slapped that greasy guy until his mouth crooked.

"You...you dare to hit me!?" Covering his face, Earl Frankie was like a young daughter-in-law who had just been pissed off. For the emotion of 'fear'.

There was no room for him to react, and the backhand was another fucking slap.

"Slap!" This slap was even heavier, and it made his eyes stare. He turned around and sat down on the snow-soaked ground. The luxurious purple pants looked like they were stained with shit.

"What are you doing!?" It wasn't until this time that the captain of the Imperial Guard, who was following Earl Frankie, realized it, and suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist.

You know, he was originally arranged by Terenas to come here to suppress the place. Suppression of dissatisfied countries. Now, right in front of him, his envoy was slapped, and he was slapped twice even though he showed the king's order. Where is the face of Lordaeron? ?

"Get out!" Duke scolded softly. Under the magical amplification, a huge sound exploded like a thunder in the entire United Army camp.

Accompanied by this roar, hundreds of Mage Hands suddenly appeared out of thin air. After only one and a half seconds of casting the spell, [Arcane Shock] with the same number as the Mage Hands suddenly blasted to the soldiers of Lordaeron Royal Guards. on the chest.

Three hundred people were blown away at the same time, what a spectacular scene.

Danath Trollbane's mouth fell open in astonishment.

The Bronzebeard brothers and Kurdran raised their hammers high.

Knights of Stormwind and Alterac struck their shields with their swords.

The dwarves clapped their warhammers on their shields and shouted.

The elves and rangers whistled.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of alliance fighters, all three hundred of them were sent flying several meters, and then fell backwards to the ground.

One by one fell to the ground.

Before they got up, Duke's next blow came.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" There was a mage's hand on the neckline of the breastplate of every imperial guard. This kind of palm built with magic power lifted him up with one hand, and then the other mage's hand went up quickly. , is a slap.

A forehand slap, a backhand slap.

A forehand slap, a backhand slap.

A forehand slap, a backhand slap.

Back and forth, these arrogant people who only have Terenas in their eyes, never pay attention to the dignitaries of various countries, and their eyes are higher than the top, slapped them hard one after another.

How many slaps did you slap?

No one can count.

Anyway, they were handsome and handsome, and their faces were swollen from the hands of these sorcerers who jumped out of nowhere.

Well, a team of guards at the level of a male model can now be renamed the pig-headed army.

It's not that the army of Lordaeron found out about it, and Abbendis was the one who came in a hurry. But even he was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Duke would dare to turn his face to this point?

But the glory of the country...

Just when Abidis was about to do something, he suddenly felt a terrifying coercion. The endless coercion made him feel like a frog being targeted by a huge poisonous snake.

He had absolutely no room for resistance.

To die, or not to die, depends entirely on the mood of the existence who seems to be at the top of the biological chain!

Abbydis's back was instantly soaked.

In front of him, Duke got on his horse, held up the [Grand Marshal's Battle Staff], and shouted to the sky: "Today! It's the alliance's triumphant ceremony! As long as you kill the orcs, it's for the alliance! For mankind Brothers who have shed blood, dwarves, and elves are eligible to participate! This has nothing to do with national borders, it’s all about fairness and justice! It’s a man’s, come with me! The honor that the Lordaerons don’t give you, I, the deputy commander of the alliance, will give it to you! "

"let's go!"