Stormwind God

"Once this is the case, no one can escape death throughout the world of Azeroth. Why?"

"Just ask that there are no more live fish in the sea, river and lake, only countless carrion."

"Is the crop in the field no longer growing and becoming a monster that can eat people?"

"Ask the water in the deep wells to turn into green venom."

"You, your loved ones, clan, who else can live on?"

"No! None! We all die!"

"By then, the entire world will perish, and you and your loved ones will turn into rotten and corpse corpses and end up in the devil's laughter."

"Tell me such a future, do you want it !?"

As Duke's heated voice fell, there was a burst of shouts from below.

"No! We don't!"

Duke waved his fist: "Yes! We don't! We yearn for survival! We yearn for the peace of future generations, we yearn for the reproduction of the race! So what do we say to the dead demon with the sword and artillery in our hands?"

"roll!"

"Go to death! Demon!"

"Where to die and go back!"

Messy answers are more real.

The fifty thousand army, like five huge boiling pots, responded to Duke's speech with enthusiasm.

Duke looked at the roaring expressions on the faces that were no longer young, excitedly. He is very satisfied, really satisfied.

The oaths meeting is absolutely necessary. Knowing why you are fighting and who the enemy is will make the soldiers more brave and the will to fight more firm!

Duke made the soldiers scream for nearly thirty seconds, and then the next second, he pressed his hands in the air and made a silent gesture.

It seems that there is an invisible and huge magical giant hand that blocks the air and blocks the transmission of sound. Every league leader and general was surprised to find that the soldiers who were still screaming in the last second were all vocal in this second.

All vocals stop abruptly!

They are not dead, not the zombies of the Scourge who were used as cannon fodder.

They are the most elite troops in the alliance, and they have experienced countless battles.

For a general with a lower merit, they simply couldn't hold them back.

However, in front of Duke, they were very disciplined.

When Duke was about to speak, he was as docile as a sheep.

Correct!

This is Duke!

The leader of the Alliance that led the entire Eastern Kingdoms Continental Alliance nations to fight again and again, saving the entire human, high elves, dwarves, and dwarfs from the crisis of extinction.

Looking at Duke's face, people naturally think of the retreat from the fall of Stormwind, to the battle of the South China Sea, to the battle of the Palatine Bay, the battle of defending Lordaeron, the battle of the Black Rock Mountain ... to the latest Dalaran United battles and other brilliant victories.

Only Duke Marcus has this exaggerated and impossible prestige to subdue these arrogant and powerful men, and make them from all ethnic groups proud of them and bow to their orders.

In front of Duke's aura of victory, even the Crown of Sin'dorei carried by the Queen of Greece and the crown of Kul Tiras above Jaina's head were overshadowed by it.

However, this is not important. The two queens locked their eyes firmly on the back of Du Kewei's eyes with burning eyes, their eyes blurred.

Duke spoke again.

"Yes! Everyone is right! Planet Azeroth is our home, our hometown! Whoever tramples on it, first let them step over our bodies!"

"Yes! Maybe we will all die! Maybe even our bodies will be blasphemed by the Scourge of the Scourge! Even our souls will be imprisoned and helplessly become evil accomplices."

"However! Then! Again! Like! What !?"

Duke's voice suddenly increased by eight degrees, while he waved his hands.

"We fought with our own will! We did our best! Even at the end of the world, facing our ancestors, we can proudly declare that we are ashamed!"

"So for the future of our children and grandchildren!"

"Go fight!"

"Go roar!"

"With our life and soul, make our strongest voice to the dead demon!"

Duke held up his right fist with all his might and pointed straight at the sky!

"Long live the future!"

"Long live Azeroth!"

Thousands of arms raised high!

That is the sword of Ru Lin!

That is the sea of ​​hammers!

That is the indomitable will of billions of Azeroths!

They let out the blazing heat in their chests, so that thousands of sounds came together.

"Long live the future"

"Long live Azeroth"

Duke waved with a big hand: "I announced the operation of Mount Hyjal in the name of the Alliance Commander and officially started!

A few moments ago, the neat square array began to dissolve quickly and orderly. The soldiers rushed to their positions under the command of the generals.

The once-quiet beachheads boiled again.

Even if separated by a few kilometers, you can still feel the murderousness above!

Turalyon and Brian came to Duke and saluted Duke.

"Have you commanded, sir?" Turalyon asked.

Duke looked at the undulating beach and sighed softly.

Over 100,000 troops across the endless sea, coupled with heavy equipment, this is the limit that the Alliance can do.

It would be nice if all the main players in the league could be brought here.

Unfortunately, there are not so many in the world if ...

Duke said: "Soldiers who do not have the will to fight cannot face a terror that is several times higher than themselves. However, the war will be too high, and it will only make all the good boys in the alliance sacrifice here for nothing. Tell the group of cubs below, This is only the first battle. I do n’t need them to die here. Keep me disciplined. Withdraw. I prepared a magic circle near Orgrimmar to send the best troops to Mount Hyjal. Mountainside. "

Turalyon singled his chest, hitting his armour against the breastplate and making a crisp snoring sound.

"understand!"

Then Turalyon and Brian went down.

Just as they were about to step down from the high platform, Duke's voice floated on the stage: "Remember to roll me up Shanghai Mountain alive, then give me a way to roll alive."

Turalyon and Brian smiled at each other: "Boss, you are so demanding."

"Of course, if you are desperate, the commander here is Mograine."

He waved his hands, and Turayan's chic back was imprinted in Duke's eyes before leaving.

Mograine patted Duke on the back with a bit of complaining: "Hell, it sounds like I'm the kind of stupid person who can only desperately fight."

Duke didn't answer, looked at Turalyon, and looked at Mograine, Duke thoughtfully.

Fate has changed!