Stormwind God

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

Despite their scars, many people can only move with the support of their comrades-in-arms.

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

Although they bear the great crimes of Redridge Mountain's defeat, they have been accused by countless aristocrats and civilians of being responsible for the defeat of the war.

But people still can't bear to sneer and scold them at the losers.

Quite simply, with them returning is a car-by-car orc first class.

The huge, sloppy head, even if it was simply pickled with lime, still has inexplicable terror. People can clearly see the brutal big eyes of the orcs, see the sharp fangs that can tear off life in one go, and the horror tooth rings on the fangs for decoration.

One can also see that the body of the orcs being transported back is so huge.

A large number of orcs' tomahawks and warhammers are displayed in the downtown. When those most powerful men couldn't easily wield these heavy weapons, people really realized that the warriors of the Griffin Legion were fighting a group of terrible monsters.

The streets of Stormwind City, from the initial silence, to the sparse applause, to the thunderous cheers and applause, the young soldiers of the Gryphon Corps experienced the biggest ups and downs in many people's lives.

"Well done!"

"Good job! Griffins!"

"You did your best!"

"Without your struggle, the situation could be worse!"

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

At some point, the first soldier cried.

Then there are the second, the third ...

Men do not cry easily.

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

Tactically and strategically failed, they at least defeated their fears and survived the trial of iron and fire.

Anduin Lothar, Tom Simos and Berval Fortagan walked along the corridor of Stormwind Fortress. They felt the attention of the guards. Although they lost the battle, the guards were here. Only then did they really start to see them as legends.

Before they entered the Chamber, they heard the noisy sounds from every door slit and every gap squeezed out.

In the past, the nobles who had been soaring and even speaking loudly were deemed to be “requesting” the king with the loudest voice to send troops to impose the bloodiest sanctions on the evil orcs who have taken the territories of the Storm Kingdom.

The door was two feet high.

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

Unlike the simplest and simplest civilians, many aristocrats have a more intuitive view of Lothar-hate. They don't care how Lothar did his best to fight, nor do they care about more than 60% of the war dead in the Gryphon Corps. All they knew was that it was because of the defeat of Lothar that they had changed from a real noble who had control over the field to a vain noble like a homeless wild dog.

And this group of border nobles who lost their territories was also the most fierce in front of King Lane.

Seeing that Lothar and others came in, the nobles were preparing to attack, King Ryan Wrynn expressed his support for Lothar in the most direct way. He excitedly left the throne, strode down the stairs, and rushed to the conference room. The front door gave Lothar a strong hug.

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

There are thousands of words in this sentence.

There is no "good job", no "you do your best, I don't blame you." Ryan only cares about the safety of his childhood friends.

Patting Ryan back hard, Anduin's eyes were also slightly watery, but he controlled his feelings: "Sir, Anduin Lothar is back."

He was reminding Ryan that it was public.

Ryan was immediately awakened, and he released Lothar and said aloud, "Welcome back, my commander. Welcome back, Duke Fortagan, General Simos."

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

Ryan took a seat again: "Well, I have seen the report and everyone else. As those of you who have personally resisted these green-skinned monsters at the forefront, are you Lothar or Boval, who said how powerful those monsters are."

Burval first saluted: "No amount of pale language can describe this monster's fury. Let everyone watch it for yourself."

With the slap of Beauval, the door of the Chamber was opened again, and with the smell of stinks, a barbaric breath from the ancient barren came to his face.

Two guards pushed a huge prison cage with wheels around the cage. There were twelve fully armed royal guards, each holding a shield and a sword out of its sheath.

After seeing the huge and burly figure sleeping in the prison cage, almost every one of the more than 100 aristocrats in the chamber jumped violently, and some of them were even timid and even exclaimed.

Burval went on to introduce, "This is the green-skinned monster we fought at Redridge Mountains, let's call it‘ orcs ’.”

With a raised hand, Berwal was immediately opened. Six strong men with strong muscles and bulging muscles stepped forward. They pulled in the iron chains shackled to the orc's wrists and ankles, and their bodies sank to give them strength. Preparation.

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

They fought so much that Ryan and most of the nobles who had never seen an orc frowned.

Berwal nodded to the royal court mage guarding beside Ryan: "Master, you can lift the orc [Sleeping Curse]."

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

"Oh oh-"

The next instant, a roar of the behemoth beast, sounded, scaring several nobles, the chairs were unstable, and they fell to the chairs.

Without questioning or temptation, the orc who took the blood of the demon directly attacked the nearest human.

His uprising was so rapid that the six fighters couldn't stop him in the first place. An unsteady struggling force was even dragged to the front by the orcs.

The orcs move fast, and the royal guards move faster. At about the same time, seven or eight swords have been stabbed into the orc's body.

Seeing that the orc was no longer alive, this fierce orc once again showed his fierceness to the entire high-level storm kingdom. He opened his mouth full of cavities, biting on Lux's shoulder, and a piece of meat as large as a fist was bitten down by him.

There was a flurry of flesh and blood.

Fortunately, Lux's head was skewed at the critical moment, otherwise the bite would not be his shoulder, but his neck.

The orc quickly took a breath, and in the large chamber, there was only a moan of low-powered groans and a **** breath that severely irritated the nasal cavity.