The Blood Duke sat at the head of a long table in the hall. This was a seat of power. Normally, his brethren would sit on both sides of the table.
But today was different. The Blood Duke's brethren stood behind him, while his youngest daughter, Pester, stood next to him.
"Is this the Holy Spirit you're playing?"
The Blood Duke logged into Warcraft's official website under Pester's guidance. He spent fifteen gold coins to buy a deluxe version and downloaded the entire game in less than ten minutes.
"Holy Spirit is an extension of Warcraft's game mode. Father, you just have to click here and press match to play." Pester said.
"Let me explore it myself."
The Blood Duke looked at the interface of the Weave. It had an aura of iron and blood. Even the sound of gears turning could be heard when a button was pressed.
At this moment, the Blood Duke had to admit … that he had underestimated Josiah.
Ever since the Weave appeared, the Blood Duke's curiosity and thirst for knowledge had reached an extreme. This virtual world made entirely of inscriptions … was something he had never seen in his long life.
He spent an entire month immersing himself in the Weave. From the point where he couldn't even remember where the keys were on the virtual keyboard, to the point where he could smoothly write down an entire article on the virtual keyboard.
During this time, he spent a large amount of time learning new things about the Weave. Whether it was the songs on the Weave or the latest movies on Noland, the Blood Duke could now enjoy them all as if they were delicious meals.
The only exception was games. The pixelated games on the Spellcaster forums were too much for the Blood Duke to swallow.
His few arrogance came into play when it came to games. He stubbornly believed that games were for children.
However, as the Blood Duke listened quietly to the intense and passionate music that echoed in his ears, he felt as if he was in the middle of a battlefield. It was indeed difficult for the Blood Duke to categorize it as a child's boring game.
He clicked on the Holy Spirit's interface in front of him to start matching. In less than three minutes, he entered the Hero Selection screen.
"Twenty-five heroes?"
The Blood Duke waved his Origin Crystal Mouse and selected the first hero's portrait.
Watchman Samael Yanorod. When the Blood Duke saw this name and a man wielding a greatsword appear at the centre of the Weave, his already dried up tear ducts suddenly became moist.
"Father, the characters here are all heroes of the past," explained Pester.
"Heroes of the past?"
The Blood Duke clicked on the avatars one by one. Many of the names were very familiar to him. Although their appearances had changed in the game, some of their characteristics were still retained.
"Father?"
Pester noticed the Blood Duke's strange expression.
"I wonder if I can become one of them one day."
The Blood Duke spoke in a self-deprecating manner, and then chose Samael Yanorod, the Watcher.
"Let's fight side by side again, old friend," the Duke murmured to himself.
At that moment, his evaluation of Holy Ghost was no less than Taylin's song or the movie This Demon Isn't Too Cold.
If he met Josiah again, he would have to apologize to Josiah.
However, this thought disappeared in the blink of an eye after the battle had lasted for about ten minutes.
Five minutes ago, the Fresh Blood Duke had felt something he hadn't felt for centuries. But five minutes later, he felt … a fury he hadn't felt for centuries!
"Father! You shouldn't have bought so many potions in the beginning! "
"Lord Duke, your starter equipment can't defeat ancient monsters at all."
"Wait, the enemy seems to be coming from the wilderness!"
The Blood Duke listened to the warnings of his minions behind him, feeling like he was a toddler who had just learned to walk.
The dignified image he had built up in the hearts of his minions had completely collapsed in this Saintly Battlefield.
The Watcher Samael Yanorod had been killed seven times in a row!
"Lord Duke, it's normal to play for the first time. Perhaps the next round will be better."
The minions behind him carefully comforted the Blood Duke who was on the verge of exploding.
"This doesn't make sense."
After the Watcher under the Blood Duke's control had been killed for the eighth time, the Blood Duke could no longer hold back his dissatisfaction.
"With Samael's strength, it's easy for him to defeat a little assassin, Folded Sword. He doesn't even need to draw his sword!"
Not only was the Blood Duke familiar with the hero he controlled, the Blood Duke had also fought the hero who killed him in real life.
Even though the so-called Folded Sword Gemael was a famous assassin in human history, he was still a formidable assassin.
However, when the Blood Duke had fought him before, the Blood Duke only needed to chant an incantation to capture him.
"Lord Duke, his equipment is much better than yours. It's normal for him to suffer this kind of damage."
A bold spawn comforted the Grand Duke of Blood, who was fuming with rage.
The minions behind the Blood Duke all began to think of ways to calm their master, but a message suddenly popped up in the chat window, causing them to regret not finding an excuse to leave early.
"The Watcher on the top is so weak, does he even know how to play?"
The sender of the message was called Ossen Castle Wall.
The Blood Duke saw the message in an instant. He was usually known as the most amiable duke in the Realm of Devils, but at this moment, he could no longer control his anger. Like a flood, it turned into a torrent of letters on the keyboard and poured out.
"The strength of this great Watcher is not something you can doubt! Kid! "
"What kind of strength can he have with a record of zero kills and eight deaths … Why am I matched with a newcomer again, how unlucky."
When the Blood Duke saw this message, he slammed his hands on the stone table in front of him. A large number of cracks appeared on the surface of the stone table, extending all the way out.
Peste, who was standing at the side, felt the Blood Duke's monstrous anger and took a step back. This was the first time in her memory that she had seen her father so angry.
Scarlet magic surged in the Blood Duke's hands. This magic was enough to kill hundreds of weak humans, but at this moment, he could only put his hands on the virtual keyboard and type a string of letters to refute the other party.
"Take back what you said before!"
"You're still not convinced after playing so weak? Come out and fight later? "
Duel?
The Blood Duke abruptly stood up from his seat at this moment.
He could crush a mere human's heart into pieces with just a squeeze of his hand.
"Peste, go inform the guards that I'm going to the human world!"
The Blood Duke wanted him to understand what kind of person he had provoked.
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