That's right! It was Medivh.
Medivh, who was supposed to live a happy retirement after the third battle of the Dark Portal, made a move at this time.
It was a powerful force hidden at the bottom of Karazhan that even Duque did not perceive.
Duque was a little taken aback. If Old Max wanted to trick him, he could blow up his lair in minutes and he wouldn't have a place to cry.
Fortunately! Duque was the inheritor who truly inherited Medivh's aspirations and legacy.
"Well done! But don't waste your power. The higher your starting point for becoming a demigod, the greater your chance of becoming a true god. "Across the void, Medivh's voice reached the depths of Duque's soul.
"Yes!" Duque nodded heavily.
In this world, there were many extraordinary people!
For example, before transmigrating, there were people who could complete one-micron level polishing. There were people who could complete electric welding that even the most sophisticated welders could not.
That was both the craftsmanship of the great nation's craftsmen and the display of the limits of the human body.
With the help of the system elf, Duque's fine control of magic made it so that not a trace of magic was wasted.
The magic passed through the soul shell, converged, condensed, and then refined. One could see the divinity condensing at high speed, forming the form Duque wanted.
Before this, Duque, who had read countless ancient books and visited Aegwynn, learned that every demigod had to condense their own divinity symbol.
This symbol was both the symbol of a demigod and the source of his core power.
The animal-type demigod was very simple. Its symbol was himself, and at most it could strengthen a certain part. For example, the God of Boars strengthened his pair of fangs.
But Duque was working towards the position of the God of Mages, and it would be a bit of a waste to have a human form that looked exactly like himself.
The divinity symbol could be used to do more things.
After thinking hard for a long time, Duque made his decision.
At this moment, Duque did not hesitate.
The divinity symbol began to appear. First it was a line, then countless parallel lines, and then branches intersected with each other, forming nodes, turning into a huge web.
At first glance, Duque looked like a spider weaving a web.
However, that was not the case!
Because if someone were to observe carefully, they would discover that there was something like a broadcast tower at each node, sending out magical fluctuations.
What Duque did was to cover the entire planet Azeroth with his net.
With Duque's current strength, it was actually quite strenuous. Therefore, Duque avoided the important and focused on the trivial. He established the thickest network and the most powerful signal devices in every Alliance or Horde main city in the Eastern Kingdom and Kalimdor continent.
That's right! What Duque was going to do was to build a magic Internet, and every node would be a super large router that would spread his network wirelessly like a wifi signal.
The Weave is a good thing!
More brainless operation, faster speed, and less mana consumption! The price he paid was just the free magic power that Pharaoh gave him when he wasn't using magic.
Do you want to get on the Weave?
Sure, please enter your WIFI password. "Great Duque Spell! Duque Big Magic Stick! Demigod Duque Great Magic Stick! "
It seemed that Duque was definitely a saint. Since ancient times, there had never been someone with such a conscience.
In fact, Duque was very unscrupulous.
This was like a bank helping customers save money and giving them a current interest of 1%. Then, if anyone wanted a loan, sorry, 8% would be the minimum!
This was not Duque being unscrupulous. His honest and reliable little husband had explained it. Ordinary borrowing of magic power was not a problem. He could use the magic power that he saved daily.
What if he needed to overdraw? Hehe, the interest was higher, and it was daily interest.
The consequences of not paying back money owed to the bank were very serious.
In a society governed by law, the most they could do was to blacklist you and forbid you from spending too much.
Duque?
Sorry! Even if he died, he would have to pay the debt!
If he really died, even his soul would have to work for Duque!
Cough cough!
At this moment, not a single Pharaoh had realized how kind Duque's unscrupulous work was …
When Duque spread the magic network across the two continents, Duque finally stepped onto the ladder of demigods.
Duque's soul returned to his brand new body and slowly opened his eyes.
The awakened Duque's black eyes shone with the light of new life.
"In the name of Duke Marcus, I announce — the establishment of the magic network!"
The voice was not loud, but it reverberated throughout the entire magic world like thunder.
The ones who heard it the most were naturally the mages, followed by the priests, and finally the warlocks, shamans, druids, and holy knights.
The entire fire and water elemental world, along with the arcane energy that reverberated in the starry sky outside the Azeroth atmosphere, injected magic power into the magic network that covered the two continents.
The trembling of the elemental sea had turned into a roar at this moment. This low and novel sound resonated thousands of times, as if it was tempting every spellcaster to try it.
The first Pharaoh to try the crab appeared.
In the Dalajan shooting range, a Morning Star Wizard shouted, "I once trained under Lord Marcus. Though he never took me in as a direct disciple, he definitely wouldn't cheat me!"
With that, he raised his magic staff and chanted an incantation.
To be honest, those who hung out often knew each other's capabilities.
The onlookers were astonished to see that the power of this fellow's Pyroblast had increased by more than thirty percent. Originally, it could only hit a magic target halfway, but now it was sent flying.
"Wow! That's amazing! "
New things were often more difficult to implement. Duque had originally considered this point, which was why he had given such a huge discount.
Who knew that while ideals were beautiful, reality was cruel.
It was not that no one used it, nor was it that no one was willing to pay. It was just that too many people used it, and the mana in the magic network could not keep up!
"Damn —" Duque cursed, hurriedly drawing in more mana from the two major elemental realms.
The water elemental realm was still fine. The great water elemental lord, Neptulon, had died in the War of Domination and had yet to be revived.
However, the boss of the fire elemental realm, Ragnaros, was still here!
Even though he had been in a state of deep sleep to recover, he had long since been woken up by Duque.
Faced with Duque, who had announced that he would raid his home and still had the audacity to ask for mana from his lair, Ragnaros immediately shouted in the fire elemental language.
There was no need to translate those vulgar words that would lead children astray. In any case, the general gist of it was, 'Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it. Pfft, you Duque whatever.'
The fire elemental mana was stuck, and Duque almost died on the spot. As a demigod, he did not have the ability to absorb mana from the fire elemental realm.
Seeing that the fire elemental mana in the Weave was about to be exhausted, the unscrupulous merchant Duque made up his mind and used his ultimate move.
"The final explanation belongs to the master of the Weave, the demigod Duke Marcus!"
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