Among his former friends, there were his roommates, classmates from the same class and the class next door, as well as people who often came to the internet cafe and were familiar with each other. They watched as the illusions in their appearances were burned.
Duque only had one feeling.
That's heart-wrenching, buddy!
Duque was so upset that he was about to cry.
However, this was a mental attack. It was a mental attack where only one of them could become the victor!
Usually, it was difficult for any intelligent creature with a normal mind to control their mind. There were only two ways to control a creature with high intelligence and combat power in the shortest amount of time with the simplest violence: severely injure its mind and wear down its intelligence.
The Mind-weakening spell was easy to understand. It would be considered a success if a person with an average IQ of 90 dropped to an IQ of 5. Whether it was by slowing down their thinking or weakening their thinking. However, such a method would often reduce the creature's combat ability.
Without the ability to think, humans were no different from mentally retarded zombies.
Yogsaron chose another, more troublesome method — severely injuring the mind.
This wasn't untraceable.
Before Duque entered Audur, he carefully recalled Yogsaron's methods. He came to the conclusion that Yogsaron was a super expert at dissociative amnesia.
Dissociative amnesia was a memory disorder characterized by sudden memory regression. The disease was caused by great pressure or trauma, such as witnessing the death of a loved one. The patient forgot the painful experience, as if the memory had never happened, living in a self-deceiving lie.
Take Torim for example. In the battle with Loken in history, Torim carried great hatred and heavy responsibilities, but he was brainwashed into a slave by Yogsaron the moment he turned around. This was what he relied on.
The mental world was the most complicated thing. If it was completely brainwashed, one would become an idiot. Yogsaron's method was to retain a considerable degree of the victim's cognition, leaving behind his most cherished memories, and then modify other aspects.
After a period of time, slowly modifying his cognition and memories perfectly, he would become a brainless fan like Loken.
Duke had racked his brains to see if there was a weakness in his heart that could cause him to suffer a serious mental injury. He summed it up for a long time and finally came to a conclusion: he was worried about gains and losses.
With his current achievements and the perfect and harmonious harem, he could not bear to give it up. If there was anything he feared the most, it would be losing everything he had in Azeroth.
Therefore, after Yogsaron expended a Herculean effort and used an undetectable method to bypass the protection of the system elf and peek into Duque's memories, it was easy to imagine what kind of attack he would launch.
Duque had set a trap for himself.
If he recalled his memories of the Celestial Empire on Earth, then he would automatically activate the system elf's prompt.
This move saved Duque.
"Hahahaha!" Ah Guang turned into a flaming skeleton in the fire.
Duque calmly turned around. If he were to face this crazy skeleton, he would lose his sanity every second.
He really wanted to light a cigarette, but unfortunately, Duque did not smoke.
After some thought, a crystal glass made of frost elements appeared in Duque's hand. It was filled with psychedelic and colorful liquid arcane energy.
"Since it's a dream and I can't even open my storage space, then this is it …" With a strange expression that was hard to tell whether it was a smile or a bitter one, Duque raised the glass in his hand high, and then let the arcane liquid drip onto the ground.
The World of Warcraft used to be so beautiful.
For it, some people climbed over the wall to go to the internet café in the middle of the night.
For it, some people wrote novels for two hours every day and then worked in the World of Warcraft for 12 hours every day.
For it, some people woke up in the dark to turn on the computer during the night shift in the factory at three in the morning just because Duque, the guild president of the guild, called them. "Hello! XX, I'm online for a fight. "
Everyone had fun, played, celebrated, and been heartbroken inside.
It had been more than 20 years since he entered the World of Azeroth, and that memory was already very distant.
It was the end of an era.
But for the traveler Duque, it was also the beginning of an era.
Looking at the arcane liquor sprinkling in the air, Duque murmured to himself, "To salute our lost youth!"
Right!
Duque would miss it, but he would not be infatuated with it.
From the first day he came to this world, he had been engaged in a battle that even he thought he could not win, let alone the world.
Facing powerful enemies that were as numerous as the stars in the sky, he had hesitated, doubted, and even almost retreated. But since he had never given up on the 'simple' dream of a better life, the only thing he could do was –
Win the final victory and create a legend that belonged only to me, Duque!
…
Following Duke's murmurs, the dream in front of him seemed to respond to his words.
The wall of the internet café disappeared without a sound.
It revealed an enormous white jellyfish-like object floating in mid-air.
That thing overlapped with the thing in Duque's memory.
That's right, it was Yogesaron's brain, in charge of dreams. In a sense, it was also one of Ysera's most powerful enemies.
When Duque was the first to step into the Temple of the Mind, he was a little surprised. Almost at the same time, the other walls of the Temple of the Mind also disappeared within a few seconds, revealing the existence behind the walls.
The first to come out was Sylvanas. As the Blood Elf Queen, she was graceful. Facing Duque's questioning gaze, she proudly raised her chin. "Anastrian's Nightmare seems to want to use age to prove that its powerlessness and betrayal were not a mistake. Hmph! I'm not afraid of old age! Even if I'm so old that I can't even pull a bowstring, I will still use my body to protect my people, even if I die on the charge! "
Duque was a little speechless, but then he felt relieved. Never bow to fate. Sure enough, this is the Sylvanas Windrunner I love.
Theon was the second to appear. He shook his head. "I met Arthas. In that dream, he seemed to want to justify his act of patricide. Unfortunately, I didn't listen. I've seen the kindest Orcs, and the dirtiest humans. Justice cannot be desecrated, and justice cannot be trampled on. Justice does not distinguish between races or borders. The Nightmare has its principles, and I have my justice. "
As one of the Five Silver Saints, Theon's belief was probably second only to Uther. As for him, Duque had nothing to worry about.
Vashj appeared in the form of a human-faced Naga. She smiled bitterly. "I met Queen Azshara, and she seemed to want to be my master. But ten thousand years is too long. I only have hatred for her. Also, the light of redemption in my heart woke me up. "
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