The generals of the alliance became very ugly in an instant. All the generals, including the soldiers of the alliance who heard Brad's words, looked at Alsace with bad expressions. Everyone thought that Brad was attacked by Arthas and made Brad feel discouraged, so they gave up the position of marshal.

Fording persuaded: "Marrior, why do you think so? Who else in the alliance today has the ability to serve as the marshal, and who can convince all the generals of our humans, elves and dwarves and be willing to obey the orders."

"Yes, except for you, brother, I don't buy anyone else's account. Don't be modest. We dwarves don't like to beat around the bush. I won't be convinced by others as marshals." Black also shouted loudly.

Sylvanas glanced coldly before saying lightly: "If you don't become this marshal, I will make a profit. Why do you humans want to be the marshal? If you want me to obey the bow in my hand first."

The human generals looked even more ugly. Humans are not elfs with long lifespans. It is not easy to find a marshal who has won Sylvanas. What's more, the marshal of the alliance must be admitted and obedient, otherwise how to control the alliance's army. What's more important is that the seven kingdoms of humanity will not allow foreign tribes to be the marshals, otherwise their faces will be put there.

Everyone else agreed, except for Brad, who really couldn't find such a person, let alone they really support Brad, and no one wanted him to be depressed.

Brad waved his hand weakly, sighed and said, "I am not as good as you said. I am still young and not enough to convince the public. Besides, I am just a lord of a small territory. How can I be on an equal footing with several kings? Besides, I, as a marshal, deserved to be a bad name and did not pass the King's Conference."

As he said that, Brad handed Quelzalam to Arthas and said, "Prince, right? Well, now it should be said that the king will accept this sword for the time being. Now you are qualified to start the meeting of the kings and select a new marshal."

The old king's face looked extremely ugly. His strategy had long been decided, which was to appease Brad and suppress Gene to maintain Lordaeron's leadership in the league. Now Brad turned his defense and attacked, making everyone think that Lordaeron was going to take off the grinding and kill the donkey. This was not what he wanted to see.

He originally wanted to stop Alsace, but when Brad handed to Alsace, he stopped again. He naturally understood the value and representative role of the Holy Sword. Now it is like this. Going out early and going out late is the same effect. On the contrary, it is better to see if his son can control the Holy Sword. If he can control the Holy Sword, even if Brad is still the marshal of the alliance in the end, his aura will be much dim. He can prove that his son is open and honest and not inferior to Brad's rookie.

Most generals looked bad. They dissuaded loudly, but Brad ignored them. He handed the sword with sincerity.

Arthas's face was gloomy, but after a moment, his face was replaced by a craze. He also thought of the old king's level. Now he had no way out. If he could control the holy sword, he could make his reputation great.

Brad looked at Quelzalam, who was shining with a golden holy light with a smile on his face, but his heart was endlessly cold. He and Lordaeron's ties have not yet been completed. Even if Lordaeron wants to reconcile with him, he will not agree. How could the hatred of his parents and the hatred of destroying the territory be completed so simply?

If it were someone else, Brad was really worried, but if the Holy Sword would approve of Arthas, he would not believe it even if he killed him. If Arthas had pure heart or extremely firm will, he would have become the Lich King. Even if he became the Lich King, he would not lose his nature, kill his father and his master and destroy the country.

The tribe was completely lost and looked at the internal strife of the alliance with mockery. The soldiers of the alliance were also silently watching the result.

Alsace grabbed the hilt with excitement. When Brad's hand completely let go, Quelzalam's light disappeared in an instant, and the entire holy sword was dim, just like after Lothar's death.

Arthas's face suddenly turned pale. He prayed hard and tried hard to activate the energy of the holy light, allowing him to gush the holy light, but the holy sword was as if it was dead, without any movement.

"Enough." The old king slowly walked out of the crowd. The guards who were originally blocking him quickly moved away and stopped blocking other people's sight. He opened his cloak and scolded him with a stern reprimand: "You've had enough trouble, but I didn't expect that I would be like this anymore."

Countless people who knew the old king exclaimed, and Lordaeron's soldiers were also full of joy.

The old king walked to everyone and said to Uther, "Tell me what the hell is going on?"

"I teach it badly, and I will teach it strictly in the future. This is the thing..." Uther briefly explained the matter.

"I'm really becoming more and more presumptuous. Is this a place where you, a child, can make trouble?" The old king was also very clever and directly characterized the incident as a child's nonsense. The potential meaning is that you, a marshal, cannot be as knowledgeable as a child.

As he said that, the old king grabbed the holy sword from Arthas, and the holy sword was still dull. The old king paused, and then handed it to Uther, saying, "General Uther, please return the holy sword to the marshal. The holy sword has a spirit. Since the holy sword recognizes the marshal, others naturally do not have the right to have it."

Brad cursed inwardly, and he was still old. He was not returning the sword, obviously wanting himself or Uther to activate the Holy Sword. But he didn't care. Even if Uther activated the Holy Sword, it would be the most to increase Uther's reputation. What he cared about was to become the marshal of the alliance with just right, not like now, like a grass-headed king, who was not right.

However, it disappointed the old king. Uther ignored the old king's eyes at all. He did not even touch the holy sword with his hands, but instead presented it to Brad with a leather support. He said sincerely: "The holy sword is in the hands of the marshal, and it deserves its name. Please take the sword."

Brad still shook his head firmly and said to the old king with sincerity: "I said, let me leave this holy sword for the new marshal selected by the Kings' Conference."

The old king's mouth twitched. Brad sincerely wanted to justify his name for himself. It's a pity that his son was a good opportunity to give favors. If he didn't stand up, his son would probably not pass the test easily. It would have a huge blow to his son's reputation. As the heir of a kingdom and the leader of the future alliance, reputation is exactly what he needs most.

The old king quickly weighed the pros and cons, smiled charitablely, and shouted loudly: "The Kings Council is indeed the dominant leader of the alliance, and now allies of the dwarves and elves have joined, but what I want to say is that if the Kings Council and all the soldiers have different opinions, then the effective will must be affirmed. Without you, we will no longer exist. What's more, I absolutely agree that Lord Brad Tirisfa becomes the marshal of the alliance, and Lord Tirisfa deserves his reputation as the commander of the alliance. Even if the other kings of the Kings Council oppose, I still firmly support Lord Marshal."

"I also agree with His Excellency Tirisfa as the marshal of the Alliance, who deserves his name." Dai Lin's voice also came.

He strode out of the crowd, behind him the king of Gilness and the king of Rapids Castle.

"Don't let everyone else say anything is blurred. We, Gilness, also support His Excellency Tirisfa 100%." ​​How could he make the old king's wishful thinking come true?

"We have no objection to the Rapids Castle and support His Excellency Tirisfa."

"We Dalaran also support His Excellency Tirisfa to become the marshal of the alliance." Antonidas appeared here with a flash.

Varian squeezed out of the crowd with a firm expression and said loudly: "I am the younger generation who should not have interrupted, but as the only heir to the Storm Kingdom, I also support Your Excellency Tirisfa as the marshal of the alliance."

"You have the qualifications and rights, Lord Wrien." The old king said seriously.

Braumux also said loudly: "The Silver Moon Council has already given Quel's rank to Aurelia. Wind Walker to act on behalf of her, so she doesn't need to say her opinions."

The old king had a faint worry in his heart. Even if he did not receive so much support, Brad, a boy who was only sixteen years old and one or two years older than his son, did it. While he was jealous, he also regarded Brad as his mortal enemy who was equal to him. He must solve the problem of Brad before he died, otherwise what would Alsace be Brad's opponent?

But now is not the time. I need to use Brad to consolidate my position in the league and can only make plans in the future. "I have exceeded two-thirds of the votes, so I will not refuse."

Brad took the holy sword solemnly and raised it high. The holy sword wanted to restore its vitality like a dead tree. A golden light gushed out, as dazzling as a small sun. At the same time, the military rank he displayed in the system finally changed from a general to a marshal, rather than a virtual position that Lothar and the soldiers privately admitted. He obviously felt that his attributes had increased a lot.

"Marson!" "Marson!" "Marson!"...

I don't know who shouted at the beginning, and then all the soldiers shouted enthusiastically. This time the voice made the newly arrived kings truly feel what deafening, what resounding through the world, and what supporting everyone. Although I had known that Brad orcs had long been respected, they would never know that Brad would be so enthusiastically supported by the soldiers of the Alliance, which made the old king, Gene and the king of Rapids Castle very jealous, especially Old Gene, who had no jealousy in his eyes.

Dai Lin was full of relief, Varian's eyes were full of admiration and longing. He silently vowed that he would want Brad to be as brilliant one day in the future. While Ronning shouted, I clenched my fists and my heart was full of passion.

Jaina looked at Brad's eyes and she was shining. Not to mention her, all the women's eyes were full of burning eyes. This moment belonged to Brad, and at this moment, he was shining...
Chapter completed!