Chapter 89: Sense of Crisis

The Griffon Legion that appeared in front of them did not look like a defeated army at all.

Although they were scarred and bruised, many of them had to be supported by their comrades to walk around.

Although their armor is full of huge gaps or large areas of dents after being hit by heavy objects.

Although they shouldered the great crime of the defeat of Redridge Mountain, they were accused by countless nobles and civilians of being responsible for the defeat of the war.

But people still can't bear to throw ridicule and abuse at them for losers.

It's very simple, accompanying them back is a carload of orc heads.

The huge and ferocious head, even if it has been simply pickled with lime, still has an indescribable horror. People can clearly see the big protruding eyes of the orcs, their sharp fangs that seem to be able to tear people's lives away in one bite, and the terrifying tooth rings on the fangs that are used as decorations.

People can also see how huge the body of the orcs brought back is.

A large number of orc axes and hammers are displayed in the downtown area. When even the strongest men could not easily wield these heavy weapons, people really realized what a group of terrible monsters the warriors of the Griffin Legion were fighting.

On the streets of Stormwind City, from the initial silence, to the gradual burst of applause, and finally to the burst of thunderous cheers and applause, the young soldiers of the Griffon Legion have experienced the biggest ups and downs in many people's lives.

"here you go!"

"Good job! Griffon Legion!"

"You did your best!"

"Without your hard work, the battle situation might be even worse!"

For the first time in the history of the Stormwind Kingdom, a large number of people gave flowers and applause to the defeated army.

I do not know when, the first soldier cried out.

Then there was a second, a third...

A man does not flick his tears easily.

They are losers, they are losers, but they are also winners.

They failed tactically and strategically, but at least they overcame their fears and survived the trials of iron and fire.

Anduin Lothar, Tom Seamus, and Bolvar Fordragon walked in the corridor of Stormwind Fortress. They felt the attention of the guards. Although they lost the battle, the guards were here That's when they really started to be considered legends.

Before they entered the meeting hall, they heard the noisy voices squeezed out from every crack in the door and every gap.

The aristocrats who used to be so high above that they were regarded as uneducated even when they spoke loudly are now 'begging' the king to send troops with the loudest voice, and impose the bloodiest sanctions on those evil orcs who have taken away the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom.

The door, which was as tall as two people, opened.

The audience was silent, and the air seemed to freeze, blocking all sounds.

Unlike the most simple and simple civilians, many nobles have a more intuitive view of Lothar-hate. They don't care how Lothar fought hard, and they don't care that more than 60% of the Griffin Legion died in battle. They only knew that it was because of Lothar's defeat that they changed from real powerful nobles who controlled the field to false nobles who were equivalent to homeless wild dogs.

And this group of border nobles who had lost their territory were also the ones who yelled the loudest in front of King Ryan.

Seeing Lothar and others coming in, those nobles were about to launch an attack, King Ryan Wrynn expressed his support for Lothar in the most direct way, he left the throne excitedly, strode down the stairs, and rushed to the meeting room He gave Lothar a strong hug at the gate.

"Damn orc... I almost lost you forever."

Thousands of words, all in this one sentence.

There's no "good job," no "you tried your best, and I don't blame you." All Lane cares about is the safety of his childhood friend.

Patting Ryan on the back hard, Anduin's eyes were also slightly watery, but he controlled his emotions: "Your Majesty, Anduin Lothar is back."

He was reminding Lane that this was a public event.

Ryan also woke up immediately. He let go of Lothar and said loudly: "Welcome back, my commander. Welcome back, Duke Fortagan, General Seamos."

Faced with the king's public support, even if the nobles wanted to make trouble again, they had to choke their words in their stomachs.

Ryan sat down again: "Okay, everyone and I have read the report. As those of you who have personally resisted these green-skinned monsters at the forefront, whether it is Lothar or Bolvar, who can tell how powerful those monsters are."

Bolvar saluted first: "No amount of pale words can describe the rage of this monster. Let's all watch it for ourselves."

Bovar clapped his hands, and the door of the meeting hall opened again, accompanied by a stench, a savage aura that seemed to come from the ancient wilderness rushed towards his face.

Two guards pushed in a huge cage with wheels. Surrounding the cage were a dozen fully armed royal guards. Each guard held a shield and drew a sharp sword.

Seeing the huge sleeping figure in the cage, almost everyone's eyelids twitched violently among the more than a hundred nobles in the meeting hall, and some timid ones even let out an exclamation.

Bolvar continued to introduce: "This is the green-skinned monster we fought in Red Ridge Mountain, let's call it 'orc'."

Bovar raised his hand, and the cage was immediately opened. Six extremely strong and muscular wrestlers stepped forward. They pulled into the iron chains on the orc's wrists and ankles, sank down, and were ready to exert their strength preparation.

Lothar gently drew out his sword, and stepped forward to block half of Ryan's body.

They were such a big battle that Ryan and most of the nobles who had never seen the orcs frowned.

Bolvar nodded to the royal court mage guarding Ryan: "Master, you can lift the [Sleep Curse] of this orc."

Ryan nodded, and the court mage cast a few soft spells, and it was obvious that the orc moved.

"Awwhhhhh-"

In the next moment, there was a roar that sounded like a giant beast in the wild, scaring several nobles so that their chairs couldn't sit still, and they fell to the side of the chairs.

Without asking, without any probing, the orc who had taken the blood of the demon directly attacked the nearest human.

His violent rise was so swift and violent that the six wrestlers were unable to stop his movement in the first place. A wrestler whose horse was unsteady was dragged to the front by the orc.

The orc moved quickly, and the guards of the royal family moved even faster. Almost at the same time, seven or eight long swords had pierced into the orc's body.

Seeing that the orc was dead, this ferocious orc once again showed his ferocity to the upper echelons of the Stormwind Kingdom. He opened his mouth full of fangs, and bit down on Lushi's shoulder, biting off a piece of flesh the size of a fist.

Suddenly there was a bloody mess.

Fortunately, Lushi's head was tilted at the critical moment, otherwise it would not be the shoulder that was bitten, but his neck.

The orc died soon, and in the huge meeting hall, there were only the muffled groans of the wrestlers and the bloody smell that severely irritated the nostrils.