"I don't know if a ghost will be reborn as a baby after being decomposed, but if you think it's a pain, I should be able to erase your soul."
For some reason, a 3D model of Karazhan appeared in the system prompt. In the first layer, Michael's name was clearly shown. On Michael's note, in addition to "unable to leave Karazhan," it also clearly stated that there was an option to "erase the soul."
For some people, existing in the form of a ghost might be a form of torture. So, Duque gave Michael a choice.
Michael looked at Khadgar, who was also a ghost next to Duque. "What about you? I've seen you before, Mage Khadgar. Why did you choose to continue to exist in this world? "
Khadgar was stunned for a moment before replying, "I don't think I've lived long enough. There are too many new things in this world that I haven't seen yet. As long as I'm allowed to browse through the books of Karazhan, there's nothing wrong with being Master Duque's servant. "
Duque secretly complained, No wonder you're willing to listen to me. It turns out that the books are your master.
Michael thought for a moment, then turned around and bowed to Duque. "How about this, if there's nothing you need me for, then I have nothing to miss since I sacrificed myself to protect Stormwind and Azeroth. Then I …"
At this moment, the system suddenly gave Duque a shrill warning.
"Warning! Warning! According to your newly learned [Space Theory] and other knowledge, it has been detected that a space passage will be forcibly opened in 72 hours. After calculations, it is a 92.7% match with the demon army that Sargeras summoned. According to the energy level of the spatial passage, it is estimated that there will be more than 100 low-level demons and no more than five mid-level demons attacking. "
Then, an unusually bright red countdown appeared on top of Duque's retina.
Duque's expression changed immediately. Holy sh * t! I knew there was no such thing as a direct route to becoming a Mage.
Medivh had built a mage tower in Karazhan for two reasons. On one hand, it was convenient for research, and on the other hand, he had been silently guarding this world as a guardian.
As the price of changing history and inheriting Karazhan, Duque had to take on the task of protecting Karazhan. In history, the Karazhan secluded themselves. This largely prevented monsters from coming to Azeroth through Karazhan and harming the people there.
That saying was true: "With great power comes great responsibility."
Duque's right hand was infused with arcane energy. He gently placed his hand on Michael's shoulder. He was righteously bluffing — no, he was preaching about the power of Holy Light.
"Michael! If you want to find the meaning of existence, then I have a very, very important mission for you here and now. "
"What?" Michael was a little stunned. In his mind, he had just killed Sargeras, so there shouldn't be any big enemies.
Duque's voice suddenly became upright, and his voice was filled with surging passion and incomparable determination. His eyes were burning, and there was even some kind of divine radiance surging on his body.
"Protect this place! Within three days, a group of demons will open a space channel and attempt to occupy Karazhan as a springboard to invade the World of Azeroth. They will harm our family, friends, and the people we love the most! Can we allow all of this? No! Absolutely not! We can endure loneliness, we can endure hunger, we can endure fear, but we definitely can't endure the people we love, the world we love. "
At this point, Duque's voice suddenly rose an octave. "Michael Jonathan, are you willing to protect the world with me, to protect all of humanity?" His thunderous voice echoed throughout the first level of Karazhan.
"In that case, please allow me, Gala Donald, to join you." A voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the stables, and another soul wearing the armor of a Stormwind soldier appeared.
"Count me in!"
"Count me in too!"
The souls of the elite soldiers who had sacrificed themselves in Karazhan walked out from the darkness of the first and second levels.
Yes, they had sacrificed themselves for the future of the people of the kingdom. Unfortunately, because of the characteristics of Karazhan, their souls were also bound here. They could not fall into hell, could not go to heaven, could not return to earth, and could not see their loved ones.
Perhaps, this was a kind of torture.
However, at this moment, they had found a new meaning for their existence — to protect Karazhan, to protect the world!
Looking at the option in the system prompt, "Do you want to pay 10 Soul Power to transform the souls of 72 elite soldiers into Einherjar?", Duque decisively clicked "Yes"!
A bright silver light lit up from Duque's palm, and he gently brushed it in the air. Spots of silver light scattered on the souls of these elite soldiers.
They were pleasantly surprised to find that their souls, which had become dim and showed signs of dissipating, were beginning to solidify at a high speed. The long-lost sense of touch returned to their bodies. Even though their bodies still looked a little translucent, at least this was an unexpected and pleasant change.
There was no heartbeat, but there was a strong pulse from every corner of their bodies.
They did not need to breathe, but they could smell the long-lost fragrance from their nostrils.
Sight, touch, taste, smell, feel … These things that they had once taken for granted would only feel incomparably precious when they lost them.
Every soldier's face showed surprise.
Then, their expressions quickly became determined, and they quickly lined up in three rows.
Michael, who was in the lead, pulled out the long sword that he had worn when he was alive and said loudly, "Salute our new master, the new guardian of the world — His Excellency Duke Marcus!"
Swoosh swoosh swoosh! They pulled out their swords neatly, causing the dark stables to light up with a dazzling cold light.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The Einherjars hit their shields with their swords, and there were bursts of high-spirited hitting sounds.
The entire first level of Karazhan seemed to be trembling. No, this was not just a tremor. This was already a roar. It was not just the shouts and hits of these elite soldiers. It was as if every corner of Karazhan, every brick, and every pillar was emitting a low and ancient sound.
They resonated as if they were responding to the will of the Einherjars, responding to their determination to protect the world.
With the same excitement, Duque looked around at these Einherjars, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face. "Alright, brothers, let's go all out. Let's tell those damned demons that this is Azeroth's territory, not their playground!"
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
