Chapter 5

After entering, Duke was a little confused.

Just like in World of Warcraft, the recruitment points for several professions are separated.

But it is completely different from the 3D game, here is a real world.

The recruiting point for warriors was the one with the most people. Looking at the examiners and candidates for the warrior profession, all of them had arms thicker than Duke's thighs, Duke knew he was out of luck.

This is a devil's muscle party, right?

"Angry! To become a warrior professional, you must first sense anger! It's not the anger that someone stabbed your ass with a knife, but the anger that can be transformed into energy and can be sensed in reality!" The examiner roared loudly.

Duke wondered: Anger? I have a **** heart, is it considered anger?

The hunter exam is not something Duke, a college animal, can handle. Shoot an apple 30 yards away with a bow and arrow? Except for the archery team of the sports school, which college animal has touched the bow and arrow this year?

Thieves are also unreliable, it is actually a test of agility. Just like Lingbo microsteps, relying on three small stones out of the water with different distances to "fly" across a river more than ten meters wide.

What's crazy is that there are actually several guys who have done it. Before Duke crossed, such a guy could win big prizes on those water park TV shows!

But hey, this is just an entry test for novice thieves! ?

At this moment, Duke had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Even if he knows a lot about the future direction of Azeroth's world, it's no use indiscriminately. If the status is low, no one will listen to him. At least one high position must be obtained, but unfortunately, it is not so difficult to integrate into this fantasy world that is a bit like the European Middle Ages!

Suddenly, there was an uproar, and Duke seemed to hear the crowd cheering: "Salute to Sir Brando who killed the ferocious wild boar 'Prince' for the people."

The crowd erupted.

The young people from other places were still a little dazed, but all the locals crowded around excitedly, and extended their most solemn blessings to the nobleman surrounded by the crowd.

There were too many people, and Duke didn't see what that noble young man looked like. This didn't prevent Duke from seeing the piece of wild boar skin that was lifted high by four servants on a wooden stand.

As if struck by thunder, Duke's head went numb for a while.

Isn't this wild boar the one who killed him not long ago, and then he brought Aurelia back to kill him with gorgeous three arrows?

"Honorable Sir Brando, how did you kill this ferocious giant wild boar?" Some people asked loudly.

Immediately, Duke heard a sharp male voice: "Hahaha! I'm a once-in-a-hundred-year spell genius. I'm just a wild boar. I can kill it with a fireball."

Someone echoed on the spot: "Yes! Yes! Sir Brando is a magic genius! He has passed the magic test and became a member of the Royal School of Magic in Stormwind City!"

"Praise Sir Brando," the crowd chanted in unison.

I've seen Shameless! I have never seen such shamelessness!

Duke was very displeased when he heard that he was taking credit so blatantly: the wild boar that killed me, my lord, was obviously killed by the big devil Aurelia. What's the matter with you, a bullshit aristocrat?

But what was even more annoying was someone else.

A slender figure hidden among the treetops snorted coldly, and she glanced at Duke who didn't respond. She was still sulking after being drawn away, but now she thought about it, and immediately thought that this might be an opportunity to force Duke to show his true skills.

Looking at the bottle of holy medicine in her hand that can save people as long as there is one breath left, she secretly spat: "At worst, I will save you later."

In the next second, a voice 70% similar to Duke's came with the wind.

"Sir Brando's fireball is really amazing! Two fireballs shot into the 'Prince''s eyeballs like arrows, and one fireball shot into the 'Prince''s throat, causing fatal injuries everywhere! You see , 'Prince' has no trace of burns on his fur. Sir Brando is amazing—”

As soon as the words came out, the audience fell silent.

Everyone's necks seemed to turn into rusty machines in an instant. They twisted their necks with difficulty and looked at the almost perfect piece of wild boar skin.

Most of the people are ignorant, they blindly worship the powerful mage who uses mysterious power, but if you think about it carefully, you will know why a fireball can't burn the wild boar's skin.

In fact, such a clumsy act of impersonation is not unnoticed. However, it is normal for noble children to pretend to be credited. People with a bit of brains rationally chose to remain silent. Anyway, it is not a crime to fool the ignorant citizens.

It happened that there was a stunned young man who revealed the truth, and there was no end to it.

In fact, Duke already felt a little bad when he heard this voice.

What made him feel inexplicably shot the most was that he saw a system prompt.

"You have received the [Misleading] skill from a powerful mysterious figure, and all the threat value it had posed to Brando before will be transferred to you."

what? What?

What the hell is this?

[Misleading] Can it still be used like this? This unscientific!

At this moment, Duke knew he was cheated. Although he immediately realized who was cheating him, the question is, at this moment, where can he find a yellow river to jump into to cleanse himself!

Duke's face turned pale instantly.

And Brando easily saw Duke in the crowd by relying on the 'telepathy' that [misleading] had produced for him.

"You...you...what are you talking about? You are a mere pariah, are you saying that I have the blood of Emperor Thoradin flowing through me—is Sir Brando lying and taking credit?" The crowd suddenly parted like a tide, revealing that The protagonist who was pushed to the cusp by Duke came—that was a blond young man with an awl face and a mean side. He was staring down at Duke angrily.

The blood of Emperor Thoradin, this is just a common practice of nobles to put gold on their faces. There is only one person who is truly recognized by the nobles as having the blood of Emperor Thoradin, and his name is Anduin Lothar

In fact, when a certain elf ranger general said something, Duke had the idea of ​​decisively dodging. But for some reason, when a certain elf said what he wanted to say but dared not say, Duke felt that the evil spirit in his heart had come out a lot.

He didn't know why Aurelia was here, but since she refused to let Brando pretend to be credited, would he be hated by her if he condensed?

Even though she used [Misleading] to trick him very unkindly.

Besides, is it Aurelia, the devil, or Brando, a mere bullshit who has never even heard of the name? Think about it with your toes.

It seems impossible to please both sides.

Then Duke decisively chose to increase the reputation of the Great Demon King Aurelia.

Duke also smiled, and looked at the noble young man named Brando without fear: "No, I just want to see how the great once-in-a-hundred-year genius mage, Mr. Brando, how did you throw the fireball technique into a sword?" The arrow is so small, but still powerful, it can kill such a big wild boar in seconds."

Of course, Brando couldn't do it. If he could do it, he would at least have the level of a high-level mage. His awl-faced face suddenly swelled into a pig's liver color, and he almost shouted at the top of his voice: "Untouchable, you don't even belong to a professional, and you don't even question my qualifications!"

At this time, Vice-Captain Viri, who had just helped Duke, came near Duke at some point, and whispered, "Sorry, Duke, civilians are not qualified to question any actions of nobles, because the lords themselves are the lord's property." I don’t know where you come from, and I don’t know why your parents didn’t tell you about the general laws of this human kingdom. But I must remind you that it’s not sensible to offend a noble.”

Duke trembled all over. He seemed to feel Aurelia staring at him, and immediately asked in a low voice, "Are you asking me to give in to that bastard?"

The eyes of the vice-captain of Viri darkened: "Son, honesty is a rare virtue. I don't want to hit you, but the fact is - I can't guarantee your safety outside the North County Abbey. And Brando has the dual status of a nobleman and a mage apprentice. status, even ordinary nobles would not choose to fight against it."