Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 450: Triumph

Only when you almost lose something, you will cherish it more.

It was precisely because Llane thought that he was about to lose Duke, his friend and minister, and his most steadfast and powerful supporter since Storm destroyed the country, that Llane fell into the abyss emotionally before.

Now, don't look at Duke's miserable appearance. Since we already know that Duke's life is not in danger, Duke's embarrassment only adds some entertainment jokes.

The shadow of the nightmare has dissipated.

A brilliant future lies ahead.

How could Llane not cry for joy?

Yes! King Llane's eyes were red and wet.

Countless eyes were focused on the Duke who was flirting with the king and his ministers.

General Tom Seamus looked at Duke on the field, took a deep breath, and roared loudly and majestically throughout the field:

"Salute to the Alliance hero, His Excellency Edmund Duke, Grand Duke of Stormwind Kingdom!"

Three thousand Stormwind soldiers followed General Seamus in unison, drawing their swords and raising them high to the sky to salute Duke.

At this moment, the sword lights were like a forest, overwhelming the mountains and rivers.

"Hail, Sir Edmund."

The domineering shout echoed throughout the city of Dalaran.

These soldiers were not simply a ceremonial guard; they came from all over the Stormwind, from the original most elite Griffin Corps, to the local garrison, to the militia who had only received minimal military training, and even to the refugees who followed the refugee fleet to Southshore. But now, they all had a unified name - Storm Elite Soldiers.

Everyone's hands are stained with the blood of at least five orc warriors.

They are not only the elite of Stormwind, they are also top-notch soldiers in the entire Alliance.

Strong, determined, with fighting skills and iron discipline

However, it was these soldiers who were admired in everyone's voice.

Although Duke no longer directly commanded the Stormwind's army, and even the private army he led alone had as many as 30,000 soldiers, it was no exaggeration to say that he was the king under the king, but the mention of the name Edmund Duke still made people respect him.

For the Stormwind People:

It was he who subdued the Bloodsail Fleet and saved 600,000 civilians from certain death under the noses of hundreds of thousands of orc troops.

It was he who brought life-saving food to the 600,000 hungry refugees, reclaimed countless wastelands in the Hillsbrad Foothills, and allowed the people to live a well-fed, peaceful life.

For Stormwind Troopers:

The burning of Stormwind City, the sniper battle in Palatine Bay, the first and second defense of Southshore, the Battle of the Hinterlands, the defense of Lordaeron City, and the battle to save the Red Dragon Queen... Duke's name is equivalent to the glory of a warrior and a miracle.

He is synonymous with the god of war.

Such a legendary figure, only 17 years old! Looking at Duke's gray hair, looking at the wrinkles on Duke's hands like the skin of an old man, thinking of the curse he suffered, thinking of the suffering he endured for this ruined kingdom, every soldier's eyes were as red as King Llane's.

A sea appeared in front of Duke, a sea made of sword light.

The sharp swords raised at a forty-five degree angle suddenly separated one by one as Llane, Anduin and Duke walked forward, just like the miracles of splitting the sea with one sword in the legendary stories, the sea parted.

Arriving at the end of the sea, the king and his two ministers got into an open carriage and slowly headed towards the Violet Square in the center of Dalaran.

Although it was dark, cheers could be heard from both sides of the road.

Countless Dalaran people, magic apprentices, and magicians gathered on both sides of the avenue, striving to witness the glory of the Alliance's first legendary mage.

Any other person, even a king, would not be so respected by the mages of Dalaran. freēnovelkiss.com

This is an era that values ​​chivalry the most. Looking at the seven human kingdoms, except for Dalaran, no king is a mage. In most human settlements, only generals who lead the army to charge are recognized as true heroes. Mages are just mysterious people who hide in the protection of the army and insidiously release magic. In a sense, it is precisely because of the prejudice of most people that Duke, a mage hero, is even more precious.

Duke is the Grand Duke of Stormwind, but is this important? Haven't you seen that the princes of Quel'Thalas are hanging out in Dalaran? As long as you are a hero in the field of magic, you will naturally be enthusiastically welcomed by the people of Dalaran.

In their view, Duke, who once taught in Dalaran, is undoubtedly a part of Dalaran.

"Duke! Duke! Duke!"

The uniform shouts, like the roar of the sea, rose one after another.

This scene and this atmosphere made King Llane, who was sitting opposite Duke, and Anduin, who was sitting next to Duke, become foils. Of course, neither of them cared and just smiled at Duke.

Duke waved his right hand gently, and held high in his left hand the Grand Marshal's Battle Staff made by Antonidas.

After being hit directly by Deathwing's Shadowflame and such a violent explosion, not a single scratch was left on it. The staff was still shining silver, and the winged horse head carved on the top of the staff emitted a faint silver light, appearing extremely holy and beautiful.

The crowd's cheers reached a crescendo as Duke held high the brilliant staff made in Dalaran.

In the square, representatives from the nine alliance nations except Stormwind Kingdom have gathered.

Looking at Duke, every king and every representative had complicated feelings.

Unexpectedly, Duke actually did it.

With his almost dead body, he led a small team of five people thousands of miles deep into the enemy's rear, sneaked into the heavily defended Grim Batol fortress while red dragons were patrolling in the sky and orcs were rampant in the wetlands, and cleverly used Deathwing's conspiracy to accomplish the feat of liberating the Red Dragon Queen.

If Duke could be barely said to be a wise man and commander who only knew how to give orders before, then Duke at this moment was like someone who had been tempered in a forge, and was reborn after being truly tested, a true hero of the Alliance.

The name of a hero has been fully established, and no matter what happens to Duke in the future, he will become an indelible legend in the history of the league.

No matter how King Terenas bullied Duke in private, he had to put on a smile and welcome Duke at this moment.

But an accident that no one had imagined happened at this moment.

An abrupt voice suddenly sounded before the sound of drums.

"Duke, you have become a hero, and you also told us that the Red Dragonflight is no longer part of the Horde. So, I want to ask you, who should I ask to avenge my son's blood feud!?"

If it was some ignorant little soldier, he might have been dragged out and chopped by the angry soldiers before he finished saying this.

However, the one who said this was the King of Kul Tiras - Daelin Proudmoore!