Stormwind God

The bitterness of failure spread on the lips of every orc, and many of them had the idea of ​​conquering a wider world and finding a more fertile soil for their clan.

Cruel reality knocked them down relentlessly, and these alliances of intelligent races called humans, dwarves, and high elves were better than the tribe.

Kick them from the seat of the great conqueror to the captives.

The joy of victory spread in the hearts of every member of the league.

There are people cheering and hugging each other. Everyone patted each other's shoulders, celebrating victory, celebrating their safe passage through this terrible war.

Alleria looked at Duke's side, and there was a kind of surging excitement in her heart that non-outsiders can understand. As one of the greatest witnesses of Duke's miracle, she watched Duke step by step, from a penny magic apprentice to a hero of the league.

I still remember that two years ago, Duke was still a little boy who had to rely on her magic apprentice's handwriting to get started. Then I squatted for three months for this abominable guy, no matter how many times I thought about it, I felt hateful. Then, this guy appeared as the perfect savior in Quel'Thalas at stake, saving the entire High Elf kingdom under the watch of the Silvermoon Council and the Sun King.

In the end, what is Duke's deep attraction to himself, to excite his heart that has been silent for countless months and months, regardless of it?

Is that wisdom and vision far beyond the ordinary?

Is it the astonishing momentum of the retreat?

Or the prestige of thousands of enemies?

Do not! neither.

Or maybe all ...

A woman is a complex and contradictory creature.

Aurelia didn't know anything else. At this moment, she only knew now that she loved Duke.

"Now, Duke." Aurelia said suddenly, she had the urge to kiss Duke, but now at least 30,000 pairs of eyes looked at this, which made her ever dignified and elegant. She wondered if she should let Duke go down in the tank.

who knows……

"Duke! I love you."

Well, something that made Aurelia angry and a little bit out of breath happened.

Ignoring the attention of tens of millions of people, or the brave nature of daring to love and hate, Wind Leisha came first, holding Duke's face, just watching the tens of thousands of Union soldiers, talking to Duke Let's kiss.

"Woo! Uh ... uh ..."

At a close distance, even if the hustle and bustle in the ear is noisier, Aurelia can still hear the entanglement of her lover and her sister. Looking at Sanmei's face, which was very similar to herself, fell into the fascination of passionate kisses, watching the passionate crimson on her cheeks and neck, Aurelia even had a kind of feeling as if she was kissing.

Unconsciously, Aurelia leaned back.

At this moment, she was frightened by the loud noise suddenly made.

"Oh oh! Master Marcus did a good job!"

"Beauty is a hero!"

"Hahaha! That's a hero and a hero. Okay. Ms. Windesa kills more orcs than your legs."

Laughing, coquettish, weird, everything. Winrasa ignored it, and continued to hold Duke's neck and kissed.

"Hmm? Isn't Lord Marcus talking to Ms. Aurelia ..."

"You don't understand. The elves are very open. It is normal for two women to serve a husband or one woman with four or five open lovers."

"Oh, then, Master Marcus, also a lady Aurelia!"

"Yes! Kiss one! Kiss one!"

If in the past, the seemingly loose but strict hierarchy, those guys would never be so presumptuous. Now, no one had thought that it was Regina Windsor, a seemingly old-fashioned general who took the lead.

With the lead, naturally more coquettish.

"Dear one! Dear one!"

Headed by Duke's personal soldiers, the shouts were almost neat.

Alleria was shameless. Over there, after hearing everyone's shouts, Windysa reluctantly let go of Duke: "Oh, now you are the elder sister." Saying, and naughtily tongue out to her elder sister, After licking his red lips, he was not completely interested, not everyone asked me not to let go of Duke.

"Dear one! Dear one!"

The sounds of the lively **** went straight into the sky.

"No, Duke, I still don't feel well." At a critical moment, Aurelia held a hold.

At the critical moment, Duke was domineering and leaked. He just grabbed Aurelia's waist with his left hand, clasped her fingers with her right hand, and then kissed deeply.

"Oh oh oh oh!" Tens of thousands of people who eat melon are happy! Satisfied! They made all kinds of strange noises and applauded.

Aurelia was obviously shameless, but she suddenly found that she enjoyed this feeling. The kind of indulgence that was a little bit apostate at the moment of celebration seemed not bad.

Standing behind Duke, listening to the shouting cheering of the tsunami mountain, feeling the support and trust of tens of millions of people to Duke, Sylvanas suddenly understood a little, why her proud sister And the curious and most intuitive three sisters will fall in love with the same man.

It's simple, because the person in front of you is the great hero of the league-Duke Marcus.

His name is legend.

His name is divine.

He and the Alliance Heroes fighting alongside him are destined to become the most indispensable part of the glorious history of the Alliance!

The war is over. The league won. The world of Azeroth is safe.

Even if this is probably just a temporary security.

This does not prevent the entire world of humans, dwarves and elves from celebrating this glorious and great victory.

From the storm kingdom in the southernmost part of human civilization, to Quel'Thalas in the northernmost high elves; from Kul Tiras, which is solitary overseas, to Stromgard, which has just begun to rebuild its homeland in the easternmost .

The news of victory fluttered wings and chanted throughout the eastern kingdom.

In the pub, after tea, the most talked about person is naturally the heroic epic of legendary mage and extraordinary commander Duke Marcus.

Followed by Anduin Lothar, the league's commander who dared to fight on the front line.

The silver hand that dares to launch a fearless charge against 200,000 orcs with a mere 12 rides: Uther, Tirion Fording, Saidan Dasuohan, Turalyon, Gavenlad * Doom ... These twelve Paladins will be synonymous with 'courage' for a long, long time to come.

In the extreme disadvantage, they still abide by their duties, and Moglieni and Abidis who are fighting on the front line have also become the idols of countless young people.

There are also kings fighting on the front lines such as Daelin Proudmoore, Ryan Wrynn, Thoras Trollbane, Antonidas, and all their names will be holy! (To be continued.) Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.