Chapter 8 Attack

Countless innocent girls sent glances to Duke who was still a little dazed, showing off their youthful beauty to their heart's content.

As an annual trial, of course it cannot be just the examiners, there are also many old students who have successfully entered various colleges to help.

These Warrior Academy, Thief Academy... the first-year and second-year students of the various colleges were all astonished.

Laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the doorway.

For example, the deputy of the old mage who just arrived, the second-year student of the mage academy, Sasha, a female mage apprentice, was shocked to the point where she lost her soul.

"How is this possible... This power is already comparable to [Pyroblast]! Junior Duke actually used the fireball spell model to play the effect of [Pyroblast]?"

"Is this a sorcerer's apprentice? I'm afraid many formal sorcerers can't use this power?"

"Oh my god, if this matter gets out, I don't know how many people's glasses will be shattered, and how many people's hearts will be frightened!"

"Genius, no wonder the teacher said that he is a real genius once in ten thousand years."

"Damn it, my mid-level apprentice has started to worship him! It's over, it's over, maybe it won't take long for junior Duke Duke to surpass me and become a high-level apprentice, no, no, maybe soon he will become a full-fledged mage gone."

Sasha looked enviously at Duke who became the focus of everyone.

In fact, not only the commoners and apprentices, but also the teachers of the Mage Academy, after receiving the message from the magic, they also rushed to tell each other, venting their excitement.

"Hahaha! We have finally produced another genius. Dalaran has Kel'Thuzad, Rhonin, and Kael'thas, and we only have one Khadgar. Now we finally have a promising kid guy."

The mage old men were all in ecstasy.

Stormwind City is not a place where magic is prevalent, and in terms of the overall level of mages, it is far behind Dalaran, the holy land of human mages.

But the two sides have never stopped competing. Khadgar is the personal disciple of Medivh, the grand mage of the court of Stormwind, and his strength can barely compete with the few talented disciples taught by Antonidas, the leader of the Dalaran mage organization Kirin Tor.

However, a Khadgar is really weak, completely unable to compare with the batches of geniuses in Dalaran.

Now, all of them seem to have foreseen the rise of a monstrous genius.

The others were so excited that their blood boiled all over their bodies.

Duke didn't really feel it.

Duke has no real sense of the glorious future or the rich salary of high-ranking officials.

He only felt that his mind was in a mess, because Duke overheard a sentence: "Praise the great king Ryan Wrynn!"

Of course, there is also the term Medivh, the Grand Master of the Court.

At this moment, Duke's face turned blue.

Ryan Wrynn - King of Stormwind, the point is, if Duke remembers correctly, in this timeline, a guy named Gul'dan unified all the orc tribes, formed a tribe, and instigated preparations to cross the large Portal [Dark Portal], attacking the planet Azeroth.

And Ryan will die in the first large-scale orc invasion. Moreover, Stormwind City where Duke is located will be captured by the Horde, and the entire city and even the entire kingdom will be destroyed.

If the appearance of Alleria before just made Duke confirm that the timeline was before the [Dark Gate] incident, then this time Duke is extremely sure that this big event is almost in sight.

Looking back on this, Duke's whole body is not good!

It is certainly a joy to be a mage. But for the upcoming large-scale war, Duke felt for the first time that time was so tight!

Escaping is useless!

The war will sweep the entire world, from Stormwind to Ironforge, to Stromgarde, to Alterac, to Lordaeron, it can be said that almost no place in the world is safe.

And not only this time, in addition to the orc war, there will be a lot of messy and powerful enemies such as the Scourge Legion of the Lich King and the Burning Legion of the Demon King Sargeras who will visit Azeroth. escaped.

I don't want to die, die, and finally become a ghoul, the only way is to become stronger!

Become stronger than anyone else!

It even influences the course of the upcoming wars again and again!

Become the hero of the world, and even the leader of the world!

Duke didn't know when the first orc war would come, and whether the damned Dark Portal had been opened. The calendar calculation, which is completely different from that in the game, made Duke lose the scale of evaluation. And the most important thing is that the system has been fluctuating around 80% according to the evaluation of the matching degree of the existing Azeroth world.

That said, there are very, very many variables.

Duke put aside distracting thoughts, he knew that he, a traverser without any noble status, could only go all the way to darkness on the road of Faye. Either gain a firm foothold in this world as a hero, or become a ghoul, there is no third way!

It was late at night, and Duke could hear many voices mentioning his name near the North County Abbey. The commoners talked excitedly about him and Duke during the day.

"Huh! It feels good to be a man of the hour." Putting his hands on the window sill, Duke said to himself.

At this time, someone from Piansheng spoke up: "Yes! It's a pity that it's only half a day."

"Uh...cough—" Before he could react in time, Duke suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

【Sap】! ?

Thieves?

Accompanied by the pain came severe dizziness, the kind of dizziness that made Duke unable to distinguish east, west, south, north.

The next moment, the cervical spine was attacked, and a sharp dagger pierced the skin of the back of Duke's neck. However, Duke didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt a tingling paralysis of his brain.

[Cerebral paralysis poison]?

No matter how stupid Duke was, he knew that he was definitely attacked by a thief, and he was a very skilled and experienced thief. Duke didn't know if there was such a thing as rank in this world. Anyway, through the system, Duke saw a big skull marked on the opponent's head, which was simply not something he could compete with.

The other party was so careful, it was obvious that he was treated as a professional mage.

There was no room for retaliation at all, and the next moment, Duke found himself kicked over, his mouth opened instinctively, trying to breathe, but at that moment he didn't know what was stuffed into it.

"Woo..." It was Duke's indistinct cry of extreme distress.

Before he passed out, he saw an unfamiliar face with a black scarf covering the area below the nose.

Who are you! ?

Duke's mouth squirmed, trying to ask, but he couldn't utter a word.

The face under the scarf should be grinning, and there was no answer. The guy just lifted Duke up and jumped out of the window like the wind.