Stormwind God

Almost every bite of old blood was sprayed on the white jade terrace railings. Δ

His script is perfect.

If we want to swallow Alterac, we must not make Alteracs into war heroes. If the Mountain Eagle Knights were to attend the triumphal ceremony, this would cause unnecessary obstacles to the next move.

"Frankie's crap! Didn't I even give him the imperial order?" Terenas almost wanted to order someone on the spot to hang the ineffective stupid idiot.

It's late now.

Everyone is on the court. Is it necessary to let Mograine run to intercept the Falcon Knights?

But ... who put them in? What is Abidis doing! ?

and many more! Where did the warhorses of the Storm Kingdom come from?

Terenas trembled slightly.

There, the Storm Knights entered.

As the first country to fight with the orcs and the first kingdom to be overthrown by the brutal tribe, the Storm Knights became the first triumphant team to enter the stadium, which has special significance.

To the surprise of the Lordaerons and the audience who came to watch the ceremony from other countries.

What they saw was not a knight with a bright helmet and armor, nor was it a stout horse that was well groomed and extremely clean.

They saw a large group of warriors returning from battles.

Even after cleaning, the armor that can see the blood stains is full of uneven marks, and even has cracks penetrated by heavy weapons. Just use a new piece of iron to embed on it like a patch.

Some knight's shields have obvious holes, which are the result of troll pitchers throwing spears.

Draw out, the sword with the blade facing upwards is still sharp. But if you look closely, you can see the injustice on the sword. Those were the traces of the sharpening after the sword collapsed.

Immediately after, the Knights of the Alterac Hawks were similar. What is more special is that many of them carried more than one sword, and many of them were broken swords.

A qualified knight sword is worth a lot. Ordinary cross steel swords start with three-digit gold coins. Therefore, the tradition of the knight is that when the older knight considered that the apprentice was qualified enough to become an independent knight, he would give the apprentice a knight sword.

This is an inheritance and the elder's expectation for the younger generation.

A knight can only have one knight sword at a time.

There is only one case where a knight is allowed to wear a plurality of swords, and that is to return to the battlefield with the sword of an elder or fellow robe.

The long sword is the knight's tombstone and the knight's epitaph.

Those blood-stained, even broken long swords, fully proclaimed to each audience the fate and will of their master.

Countless Lordaerons took a sigh of relief.

The kind girls didn't cry.

They have heard of King Alterac's betrayal. They have publicly insulted the Alteracs countless times, but they never thought about how much the sacrifices and the price of the Albanian knights to wash away this shame.

In the back came the Stromgards from Whitewater Fortress, who carried the shields of their fallen comrades. Those scorched shields told the Red Dragon who was still part of the Horde at the time.

The Dalaran raised a broken tower shield and a crossbow.

The Kul Tiras brought a row of broken scimitars.

Many more, many ...

The soldiers of the Alliance, in the most authentic way, showed the cruelty of war and the greatness of the warriors to those who remained behind.

There is no slogan or glorious glory, and the teams of the countries in the team are moving forward in silence.

Perhaps an hour ago, people who had not experienced a brutal war did not understand why a seemingly weaker human could win such a brutal orc.

Now they all understand.

That's what the warriors of the Alliance traded for blood and life, and for the most courage and determination.

I don't know who was the first to applaud.

I wonder who was the first to cheer.

On both sides of the quiet avenue, the sound of cheers swept across the sky.

"Warriors! Good job!"

"Thank you for your hard work!"

"Without you, we would all die."

"You are all true heroes of the league!"

"I love you, I want to marry you!"

Whose tears are flying?

Whose heart is shaking?

Whose throat is roaring?

When applause, cheers, and shouts rolled over the triumphant warriors, every Alliance soldier couldn't bear tears.

At this moment, my own hardship and sacrifice with my robes suddenly felt like I was 'worthy'.

"Long live the league!"

"Long live the warriors!"

The sun shone on the not bright armors of the warriors, and each armor seemed to be burning with flames. An indescribable brilliance rose from the warriors. Even the brightness of the sun can hardly cover such a bright light.

This is the glory of the soul.

This is the glory of courage.

So much that everyone is reluctant to look away from these warriors.

At this moment, the crowds of the crowd also cheered the dwarves and high elves in the warmest.

Suddenly, Lordaeron's legion, which should have been the finale, appeared.

Very strangely, countless people stopped.

No applause, no cheers, no petal rain falling from the sky.

Even the Lordaerons stared at their army with unbelievable eyes.

After seeing the triumphal team so real and so close to the war.

The white horses that are gorgeous enough to participate in dressage competitions, the brand new armor shining enough to look in the mirror, don't put a light and gorgeous long spiked sword around the waist of the knights ...

Almost everything is deeply stimulating people's eyes.

For a moment, everyone felt a burning pain coming from their eyes, piercing their hearts from the depths of their eyes.

If you don't see the alliance team led by Duke and Anduin, maybe they will applaud these seemingly magnificent looks, and the girls will scream at the handsome knights.

But now, everyone feels that the Lordaeron Knights who played last is simply a blasphemy for this tragic war.

In particular, after seeing those aristocratic youths who were ignorant and incompetent, with a slick face and almost unstable horse riding, also entered the line of triumph, the people of Lordaeron felt a sense of humiliation to be fooled.

"Get out! This is the Warriors' Festival!"

"Yes! Get out! Lordaeron doesn't need you junk garbage!"

"roll."

"roll!"

"roll"

Thousands of voices came together, and soon, everyone consciously adjusted the rhythm of the roar.

"roll roll roll!"

Roar, like the raging sea of ​​anger.

The cursing sound was like a sky falling apart.

At this moment, Terenas' face had lost all his blood. (To be continued.) 8