"A beginner's handbook for a high elf wizard apprentice. It's even better than the Dalajan, the holy land of human magic. The only problem is that it's written in the high elf language. You'll need to find someone or learn the language yourself to translate it. "
Even if he said it was a beginner's handbook for apprentices, it wasn't considered a leak. After all, the spells of humans in the World of Azeroth were all taught by the high elves.
However, even if it was like a weed on the side of the road, it was still a treasure in the human kingdom!
Looking at the system notification, "You've received a beginner's handbook for a high elf wizard apprentice. It's expected to greatly improve your magic skills." Duque was so happy that he almost cried.
Fine, I'm a newbie now! Aurelia, I'll save myself the trouble of being bought over by you!
Duque suddenly remembered something. "Uh, wait! Haven't you Windwalkers always been rangers for generations? Why do you have this? "
Aurelia blushed. Damn brat, do I have to say it out loud? Back then, Third Sister Sasha was bored and wanted to try out magic. The elders of the mainstream magic faction in Cuel Salas were very excited. They thought that the Windrunner family had finally produced a weirdo who was close to the mainstream magic faction. They spent a lot of effort to get this to lure Sasha into the world of magic, but Sasha threw it away after looking at it for three minutes. Do you want me to return it when I'm passing by the Dalajan?
Aurelia would never say such an embarrassing thing, so she argued, "I didn't steal it anyway. If you don't want it, give it back to me. "
"I want it! Of course I want it! "Duque didn't let go of the handbook, as if he was afraid that Aurelia would snatch it back.
Seeing how nervous Duque was about her gift, Aurelia smiled.
"Hehe, also, this is for you." Aurelia handed him a green leaf that contained a strange energy. "You know how to blow a leaf, right? Once you blow this, I'll rush over. Remember! It has to be something 'interesting' to summon me. Also … if you don't look for me for too long, I'll come looking for you. "
"Pfft!" Duque choked.
As it turns out, this guy is relying on me!
He really didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse.
With that, Aurelia disappeared. She came and went like the wind. Duque didn't even see how she left. In a flash, he disappeared.
Duque rubbed his eyebrows. "Damn it. It seems like the women of the Windrunner Family are quite capricious except when they're on duty!"
He was obviously talking to himself, but Aurelia suddenly said from the depths of the forest, "I heard it!"
"Cough —" Duque almost choked on his own saliva. "Cough, cough, cough!"
I can't beat him, I can't chase him away, and I'm even used as a lab rat to observe him. This … this should be an ill-fated relationship, right?
Alright, Aurelia is gone for now.
Then things are back on track. Looking at the blackened body of the thief, Duque felt like vomiting.
He didn't feel it before, but when everything calmed down, he suddenly felt a nausea that he couldn't suppress. If he wanted to vomit, he vomited. Duque really vomited.
"Wahhh —" Duke vomited all over the place.
University animals were just animals with a bit of culture. Nine out of ten university animals had never even slaughtered a chicken before, let alone seen a scene of flesh and blood splattering everywhere.
Fortunately, it was night. His vision was blurry, and the body was blackened. Otherwise, Duque might have nightmares for a long time in the future.
The body had to be dealt with. Otherwise, when the forest rangers, woodsmen, and hunters saw a burnt body, they would easily associate it with Duque. After all, in the human world, Pharaoh was still a rare commodity.
At this moment, the murlocs in the distance seemed to have been alerted. Rustling footsteps came from afar. Even though the body might be eaten by the murlocs, Duque didn't dare to take the risk.
Before the murlocs arrived, Duque quickly looted the disgusting smell of roasted meat. He found a few dozen silver coins and threw the body into the river. Duque immediately turned around and left.
If he didn't make a mistake, the thief's body would flow down the river to the murlocs' territory. Even if it couldn't reach it, the murlocs would smell it in the water and look for it.
The murlocs in the World of Azeroth weren't good people. It was a big mistake to think of murlocs as mermaids. Murlocs were monsters with a swollen upper body, a fish-shaped body as big as a water tank, and four human-like limbs.
These savage creatures with low intelligence were a classic example of how they couldn't be killed no matter how hard they tried.
Following the lights of the Northshire Abbey on the hill in the distance, Duque groped his way forward in the dark. The sound of a human body being chewed by a carnivorous animal could be heard in the wind. The sound sent chills down Duque's spine, and he couldn't help but quicken his steps.
About 40 minutes later, Duque finally escaped from the forest.
The Northshire Abbey was just a human settlement. It wasn't a big town, so in terms of defense, it only had ordinary wooden fences that were two meters tall. There weren't even sharp objects on the fences. For a university student who often climbed over the walls to avoid the dormitory's security, this was definitely a piece of cake. Seeing that there was no one around, Duque simply used his hands to climb up.
After climbing over the fence, Duque fumbled his way back to the inn he was staying at. What Duque didn't know was that after Duque climbed over the wall, a figure in full armor appeared in a dark corner near the fence.
It was Vice-captain Virie!
"God bless Stormwind. At least Duque wasn't killed." When Duque was taken away by the thief and jumped over the fence, Duque saw it from afar, but he wasn't sure. He couldn't just rely on a figure that flashed by and recklessly mobilize the guards to enter the forest to search for Duque. He also couldn't leave his post and go to the inn to check if Duque was still there.
Because he knew that if it was Brando's men who wanted to kill him, it would be too late.
Uneasy and unable to forgive himself, Vice-captain Virie spent more than an hour with his conscience blaming him. Now that he saw Duque who was supposed to be killed sneakily climb over the fence as if nothing had happened, Virie didn't know why but he was relieved.
After confirming that Duque's figure was far away, Virie walked out quietly and gently wiped away all traces of Duque climbing over the fence, such as footprints.
When he returned to the inn and saw that nothing had changed in the room, Duque was too tired. It was a triple tiredness that affected his body, mind, and soul. Duque fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, when he was eating breakfast on the first floor of the inn, Duque saw two young Magician Apprentices beside the old Magician Norton.
When the old man saw the energetic Duque, the wrinkles on his wrinkled face smoothed out. He pointed at a burly male apprentice who was at least 1.9 meters tall. "His name is Darnielle. He's a qualified apprentice from the East Cove Lumberyard, third-grade aptitude."
This was a big boy who looked at most 14 or 15 years old, definitely not even 16. His face was clearly immature and simple, and he was wearing a very unsuitable short shirt. "Hello, Mr. Marcus. I'm Darnielle, the son of the lumberyard's owner. I'm very happy to be in the same class as you. "
Duque smiled indifferently and shook hands with him. "Hello, Darnielle."
Without waiting for old Magician Norton's introduction, the other girl had already stood up and shook hands with Duque. "I … I … I'm Itana, the daughter of the clerk of the Elven Forest's Westspring Stronghold … fourth-grade aptitude. Duke Marcus, nice to meet you. "
"Me too, Itana."
Just as Duque was about to talk further with the two apprentices, he suddenly heard a scream behind him. It was Sir Brando's scream. "How are you still alive!?"
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