The magic telecommunications projection in the Alliance is not a mass-produced television set. The unreal stereoscopic large screen used for propaganda needs to set up a magic teleportation node connected to the magic network in advance, and then send at least one sky mage to monitor the flow of magic power.

So at most, a large screen should be placed in each densely populated area.

As the super elemental giant controlled by Duke in the picture takes an axe and an axe, it is like cutting down the neck of the brain-dead roar from the wood,

Originally, every square in the whole of the alliance was always full of discussions and low exclamations, making the square seem noisy.

But at this time, every square in the whole area of the alliance seemed to be exerted some kind of mute magic, and the large and small squares gradually quieted down.

Quiet, just an illusion before the storm.

One axe, two axes, three axes...... Seven axes!

When the Elemental Giant's axe finally looked like an executioner, he severed the huge and ugly head of Garrosh.

The crowd remained quiet for a few seconds.

But in the past few seconds, it feels like the emotions of all the alliance people are like springs that have been pressed to the bottom.

Pressed to the end, it is either collapsed, or the most complete ...... Erupt.

Sally Whitemayne's excited voice sounded at this moment-

"Do you see, the people of the Alliance, every soldier who fights or sticks to his post, do you see? Just now, the Supreme Commander of the Alliance, His Excellency Duke Marcus, finally used his elemental giant to cut off the head of the Horde's Grand Chief Garrosh Hellroar!"

"The death of Garrosh, who colluded with the ancient god Ashaji, symbolizes the destruction of the evil tribe!"

"The Alliance has won!"

"Long live the Alliance—"

The passionate emotions have been brewing for a long time, and at this moment they have finally been released in the most complete way.

Boom –

In the next moment, the cheers of countless alliance people burst out, resounding through the sky and resounding in every corner of the alliance territory.

From the most prosperous Eastern Kingdom continent, to the Ice Northrend, which has long been planned and allocated, to Kalimdor, which has been in conflict for more than ten years, and finally Pandaria, who has recently joined the alliance.

On every continent of Azeroth, there was a frenzied shout from the Alliance!

"Long live the Alliance!"

"We've won!"

The soldiers raised their weapons and their fists aloft in the air.

Passionate maidens kissed every Alliance soldier they saw.

The older generation of the Alliance kept wiping tears in their excitement, and the cruel images of their homes destroyed by the tribes came to mind, and the voices and smiles of their fallen relatives kept recalling them.

"Hooray!" In front of Orgrimmar, the Coalition soldiers chanted various slogans to wipe out every alienated orc.

"It's over?" said Queen Nozomi, Muradin*Copperbeard, Jean, Tirio, Gavinrad, and other old men who had participated in the Second Battle of the Dark Gate, still feeling a little incredible.

"It's over!" said Duke, with great certainty.

Beneath, the giantized Garrosh who had lost his head could no longer maintain his form. A large amount of sour, blue-and-white liquid flowed from its corpse, purified by the holy water that Duke had prepared beforehand.

Nearly a dozen flying transport ships poured holy water from Naru onto the scene.

Without the support of the evil forces, Garrosh's body shrank rapidly, and in less than half a minute, it turned into the headless and handsless stump.

"Alas!" echoed in the magic net, the sigh of an old tribal hero.

Duke didn't know what to do with Grom. This kind of thing, no matter how you deal with it, will only become embarrassing.

Duke shook his head and told himself: I'm a human, a human of the Alliance!

With a slight click, the elemental giant who had just exerted his might suddenly disappeared into the air, and all the elements returned to their respective elemental realms.

"Whew—" With a long breath of cloudy air, Duke looked at the brown-red soul that pulsed in his palm. There, there was still a remnant of Garrosh who had not been extinguished, and he continued to roar with rage. It's a pity that his soul was imprisoned by Duke in that palm-sized place.

Without hesitation, Duke put his hands together, and his powerful soul ability directly crushed and grinded the last soul of Garrosh.

Duke sighed, "It's finally over!"

Kill Garrosh directly, and then there will be no so-called.

Duke is fed up with those damn and unclean enemies who come out and make trouble again.

The panda man Zhu Talan stepped forward: "Your Excellency, commander, in fact...... We panda people still think that a fair trial will be better......"

Duke did not back down: "The Horde has brought tens of millions of dead and wounded to the Alliance. This catastrophe was more devastating than the damage inflicted by the tribe in Pandaria. The Alliance has tried to resolve the issue peacefully, bringing together the power of all of Azeroth's intelligent races to confront the Burning Legion and the Elder Gods. I'm sorry, but the Horde has betrayed the Alliance's good intentions. So, this is the judgment that the alliance gives to the tribes. ”

Kill the Great Chief!

Annihilation!

"Okay, I'll tell Emperor Shaohao. ”

"Emperor Shaohao will understand the alliance's approach. Duke said in a deep voice.

A few days later, in the wasteland of Splendid Valley, Zhou Zhuo, the learned walker, together with a group of alliance heroes, witnessed the appearance of Shao Hao's soul. With the help of the Four Heavenly Gods and Shao Hao, the Splendid Valley regrew the First Lesson Tree, symbolizing the end of the war in Pandalia and the beginning of the reconstruction of the Splendid Valley.

What's more, the Alliance convened a Council of the Throne while sending a million soldiers to wipe out the remnants of the orcs on the continent of Kalimdor.

Duke sat upright on the commander's seat, and a dozen or so alliance leaders nearby sat on a throne arranged in a circle. The focus of everyone's eyes fell on the special representatives at the lower end of the throne.

Duke cleared his throat: "Let me emphasize. The Darkspear Trolls only represent the Darkspear Clan. High Elves and humans once formed an alliance, unlike jungle trolls such as the Amani Trolls and the Evil Branch Clan. Just like the Blood Elves and the Night Elves are different races now. When I say that, is it clear to everyone?"

The leaders nodded.

"Alright, now, the Coalition has a public secret ballot on whether to admit the Minotaurs, the Darkspear Trolls, and the Forsaken to the Alliance. Leaders with voting rights are invited to raise their hands. ”

Bane, Woking, and Dranoche below are all apprehensive.

The Horde is finished, and the time for the Alliance to dominate all of Azeroth will inevitably come. As a former tribal core race, defecting to the alliance is the only way out.

Over the past week, the Alliance has swept away a million tribes dominated by alienated orcs. Now the three clans together are only hundreds of thousands of people, and it is not enough for the alliance to plug the teeth. Therefore, taking advantage of the collapse of the orthodox tribes, the three tribes united to apply to the alliance to join the alliance.