Chapter 1660: The backbone of the alliance (one more)

Fight!
This will always be the main theme of the creature.
No world will have unlimited resources, and one day you will find that there are never too many places to thrive.
Limited resources and unlimited reproduction requirements have created the necessity of fighting.
Why is the champion respected by everyone?
It is because the victory of the champion is built on countless losers. Only by defeating the most powerful enemy can we bring the greatest sense of accomplishment.
In front of Duke and King Saurfang, and others, there are two championship teams from the league and the tribe.
Millhouse's slightly sharp dwarf voice sounded again: "Come on! Warriors representing the Alliance and Horde."
From the left and right sides of the special seat, from the dark channel, the two groups slowly walked out to the platform protruding from the volley on the edge of the gladiatorial arena.
Looking at these young and energetic faces, Duke couldn't help smiling, thinking that when he was still new to Azeroth, he could not fight like these little guys.
Duke suddenly noticed that there were 12 people on both sides, the Alliance had no death knights and shamans, and the tribe had no paladins.
Duke was a little surprised and then let go.
Sure enough, this butterfly still stirred the trend of the world!
Lor'themar Theron is still a younger brother, and she beats the lively Queen Queen. The blood elves did not trust the tribe, and the natural tribe did not have a holy horse.
Here in the league, let alone the undead, even the forgotten are still taboo. Of course, they are not so enlightened to allow the death knight to be a formal professional.
Also, for some reason, the Draenei seem to have not begun their shamanic way.
It feels a bit messy.
Duke didn't mind these.
In Millhouse's introduction, Duke heard a few strange names: Kavina Woodland Song, Asilia Moonwatcher, Ansa Furnace ...
Duke didn't leave any impression on these little guys that Millhouse has hailed as the next-generation league leader. After all, in the game, Duke beat the tribal warrior.
Duke smiled, and times made heroes. When the door of darkness was just opened, it felt like I was a big bull in the future.
Gone are these days.
These little guys may not be able to grow to the height of Jaina. However, every giant organization is not simply composed of the strongest. The pyramid is the best interpretation of the ratio between the strong and the weak.
It may be decided that the ultimate victory depends on top-level force, but it is the elements that really support a giant organization.
Thinking of this, just after the introduction of Millhouse, Duke stood up, and he could obviously feel the joy of these league warriors.
He cleared his throat, and a clean and wise voice spread through the audience under the magic sound:
"The real warrior not only has to dare to face the most bleak despair, but also needs a peaceful heart. In the future, some of you may become alliance heroes, or some may die generously. Become the most indispensable backbone of the alliance. "
"If you say that the heroes in your eyes are the sharpness and strong shield of the alliance, then the backbone is the backbone of the alliance. Only the backbone is the core of the league that really straightens the waist."
"I am optimistic about you and I wish you all! I hope you can trust your comrades and fully integrate into the alliance family. Come on! Fight for the future of the alliance, for yourself and your friends and relatives!"
Compared to Duke Zhongzheng's peaceful speech, King Saurfang's mobilization was much more passionate. He personally went to the tribe warrior and encouraged him in person. It's a pity that the speech is still so old-fashioned, nothing more than tribal honor, orc tradition or something.
Jaina came over, leaning on the back of Duke's hand, and smiling whispered, "Is it really so exciting to speak, is it really good?"
Duke glanced at the tribal warriors who seemed to have been beaten and screamed, and chuckled: "If this is a one-on-one duel, I will undoubtedly fail."
The second half of Duke's sentence is naturally that it is most appropriate to do so by himself.
Jaina was so smart that she knew on the spot. The queen of Kul Tiras, who has always shown herself as a strong woman, reveals the little woman's expression rarely: "You, you are the most thief."
Sure enough, the next battle confirmed Duke's prediction.
The tribal warrior who beat the chicken blood was too fierce, so fierce that he forgot about it, and even gave up the camp easily. Most people just barely completed their own duties, and more thoughts were put on the attack.
It seems that this is the so-called ‘one operation is as fierce as a tiger, and the enemy has not been killed’.
Once the three-axe axe hit the Alliance warriors with almost all injuries, but the Alliance quickly stabilized its position, a word can describe the tactical strategy of the Alliance: "Drew the fire second shaman, doom to control the tree form of Drew Yi, keep interrupting the priest's treatment and dispel all the tribe's continuous recovery skills and control skills. "
Obviously there are only 12 people, but the alliance warriors fight like a thousand-man army.
In this scene, King Saurfang was moved on the spot, and his mouth wriggled for a moment before he squeezed out a few words: "We are going to lose."
"Lose it? No!" Saurfang was also a guy with the word "your" engraved on his chest, which he couldn't see for a moment.
"Look at it and learn it. The gap between us and the league is already comprehensive."
"Ah!" In spite of surprise, Saurfang Jr. followed his father's words, widened his eyes, and imprinted this scene in his mind.
Sure enough, after a few rounds, the concentrated fire horde recovered the shaman to fall first. The shortcomings of the shaman's relatively lack of life-saving means are revealed at this moment.
Immediately as if a chain explosion had occurred, the Horde's healers fell down one after the other with the rapid transfer of firepower and concentrated strike of the Alliance Warriors.
It's like dominoes. The tribe's 12-member team disappeared in the next ten seconds, all of them lying on the ground.
"We're victorious!" Alliance fighter Sagarkar first raised his weapon high and flaunted his victory to Duke, to the leaders of the alliance, and to the tens of thousands of people present!
"Victory!" The eleven Alliance Warriors cheered.
"Long live the Alliance" more than 6,000 Alliance members erupted into a tsunami-like cheer.
On the contrary, there was silence in the tribe.
As the host of ceremonies, Millhouse proudly announced, "Okay! The team of warriors who have been tested by the Crusaders has been decided. They are the Alliance Warriors!"