A moment ago, everyone was pale with fright.
The next second, everyone's faces were filled with infinite surprise.
"Your Majesty! Are you alright?! "
"Father!" The young William almost cried.
"I'm fine …" Not to mention the others, even Laing was still in a state of shock.
Everyone's curiosity was about to explode. After all, Laing was not wearing armor. He was only wearing an incomparably gorgeous short shirt with gold edges and a white background, as well as an inner shirt.
The queen, who ran over in a hurry, knelt down and gently tore open Laing's outer shirt, revealing the secret inside.
"This is …"
Pairs of eyes widened as they stared at the inner shirt that actually resisted the dagger throw of a super strong assassin.
It was pure white like snow and exuded a faint cool aura.
Noxus extended his hands, carefully put on thick gloves, and took off the daggers. He had to be careful, because thieves were a profession that liked to use poison.
"Frost Web Spider Silk!?" Noxus was knowledgeable and recognized the material of the inner shirt.
"This … was given to me by Duque … He said it was Kevlar …" Laing was still in a state of shock, and his mouth trembled, "I just think it's cool to wear."
"Kevlar!" Windsor came up and corrected him, "It was specially developed by Sir Marcus. It was woven with several magical materials, such as Frost Web Spider Silk, in a special way. Its defensive power is even greater than that of chainmail. "
There was an uproar among the nobles.
So powerful?! They all saw Laing's inner shirt. It was very light and very comfortable. They didn't expect it to have such powerful defensive power.
After all, nobles could still protect themselves on the battlefield. Usually, it was a heavy iron armor on the outside, a chainmail made of interlocking iron rings in the middle, and a leather armor on the inside. Such a way of wearing it would definitely have great defensive power. However, it was midsummer, and it was very hot. Often, after riding a horse around in the sun, one would feel as if he had been fished out of the water.
Even if one wore the simplest leather armor, it would still be extremely hot.
Now, Duque had actually invented such a light and high defensive shirt. This was really …
"No, even if I have to extort more money from that vampire, I have to get one back." This was the thought in every noble's mind.
Laing heaved a long sigh. He looked at Windsor with a typical look of a survivor. "Is it Duque's order again?"
"Your Majesty is wise." Windsor sheathed his sword and lowered his head.
If it wasn't for Duque's order, there was no way to explain Windsor's quick reaction. Windsor's reaction speed was even faster than Lothar's, who was vigilant day and night.
With so many people around, Laing stood up and announced in a clear voice, "I hereby announce that Duke Marcus is promoted to count for his meritorious service in rescuing the Emperor. And Reginald Windsor was made a knight. "
As soon as he said this, everyone cheered His Majesty's wisdom.
Why was Duque only promoted to viscount after killing the demonized Medivh? Wasn't it because a bunch of nobles were obstructing him? He gave a lot of reasons, saying that young people were spoiled and spoiled, and said that Duke's background was unknown.
Now, even though Duque wasn't around, Duque's products and Duque's men still came to the rescue.
There was no reason to refute, so they could only pinch their noses and accept it. Who asked you to not have the ability to rescue the Emperor at the first instance?
Since ancient times, this kind of meritorious service was the fastest way to get promoted.
Moreover, now that the Orc army was at the city gates, they needed Laing's leadership and rallying power even more. No one would make things difficult for them at this time.
Looking at everyone praising Duke, the young William's eyes lit up like a starry-eyed groupie.
Unknowingly, this Duke Marcus, who wasn't much older than him, had already become another idol in William's heart.
Today, be it the Orcs' capriciousness or Duque's strategizing and ability to control the situation from a thousand miles away, they both left a very deep impression on William. William couldn't compare Uncle Andoine, whom he admired the most, to Duke. That was because the two of them were completely different types of heroes.
Andoine was valiant and full of manliness. He was brave, decisive, and determined. He would never lose confidence and courage at any time, inspiring everyone around him.
On the other hand, Duque was wise and resourceful. He was proficient in business, invention, and battle strategies. He was full of mysterious aura and powerful magic. He didn't lose his courage either.
Previously, someone had said that Anduin Lothar and Duke Marcus were like two walls in a Stormwind. William didn't believe it at first, but from today onwards, he made a small decision …
At this moment, what was Duque, who had unknowingly been pushed to the peak of the storm, doing?
Unfortunately, he was bickering.
"What the hell! Why are you so stupid? Oh my god, how did you become an earth mage? Even a Dalajan apprentice who isn't even ten years old has learned this basic magic knowledge. How can you not know? "
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm a rogue mage from an unorthodox background. Teacher Cadgar, please teach me well!"
Bright light gathered from all directions. Strands and strands of light intertwined to form a blue, semi-illusory human figure. Arcane energy gushed out from the magic circle beside Duke, and in an instant, the entire human figure was filled to the brim.
This person, who was still a little translucent, used his right hand to remove his hood, revealing a rather young face.
He was the former secret agent of the Tirisfal Council, the apprentice of Medivh, and Cadgar, who would have become one of the strongest magic gods in the future if he hadn't died.
Just as Medivh had said before his death, Cadgar was indeed a good helper.
The first and simplest thing was that when the entirety of Karazhan was pulled into the void by Medivh's spell, the first thing Duque discovered was that he actually had no food.
If the great hero who had killed Sargeras and inherited the legacy of the greatest mage in the world, Medivh, Duque starved to death in Karazhan, it would definitely be the biggest joke in all of Azeroth.
The empty, lonely, and cold Duque almost drove himself crazy. Fortunately, he remembered that he still had Cadgar. Thus, after paying 5 Soul Power through the system elf, Cadgar 'came back to life' in a ghostly state similar to Aran's Shadow.
Cadgar still had his own reason and could still cast spells. Unfortunately, all of his Soul Power had to be supplied by Duque. If Lord Duque was unhappy, it would only be a matter of minutes before he extinguished Cadgar's soul.
Of course, Duque would not allow a talent like Cadgar to just disappear like that.
Thus, after some inhumane 'bargaining', Cadgar became Duque's butler in Karazhan, a teacher in the field of magic, a hired thug, and cannon fodder.
To outsiders, Cadgar had to call Duque 'Master'.
Internally, he still had to call Duque 'Master'.
Alright, to a certain extent, Cadgar was no different from a slave beast.
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