"Save the world? With just you?! "
"The world is safe under the protection of His Excellency Medivh! You don't have to worry about it! "
"A mere magic apprentice wants to surpass the great guardian?!"
"Duke Marcus! You're insulting His Excellency the Archmage! You're insulting this supreme spell temple! "
The mere magic apprentices didn't have the right to interrupt. It was the Storm City mages who followed Medivh who roared angrily. Not only were there official mages, but there were also court mages who had a higher status.
The apprentices who were envious and angry at Duque just now all retreated to the second line at this time. They looked at Duque, who was in the center of the storm, with hostile eyes that harbored ill intentions and were ready to watch a good show.
At first, it was just accusations, but a few seconds later, it was full of curses. The mages' necks were red, and their mouths were wide open enough to see their throats. With words that didn't lose their status, they almost crazily fired at Duque!
Medivh, who still maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, frowned, while Duque was stunned.
Haters, no matter which world it was, existed.
Haters almost didn't need a reason to scold people.
But haters who had a reason to scold people were definitely earth-shattering and earth-shattering.
Almost endless curses drowned the entire temple, and Medivh … or rather, Medivh who was controlled by Sargeras' will, intentionally or unintentionally expressed his shock, but secretly added fuel to the fire.
Originally, as long as he said a word, he could protect Duque and let Duque avoid the siege.
He didn't.
In Sargeras' view, as long as the young Duque was under such shocking pressure, Duque's young heart would collapse, and he would succumb and kneel at his feet while crying bitterly.
But Duque's reaction was beyond his expectations. Duque just stood there proudly, frowning coldly at the thousands of people pointing at him.
Sargeras didn't know the fact that Duque was a transmigrator.
Actually, at this moment, Duque was thinking about something else.
"It's a good thing that I've transmigrated to this early in the Azeroth, because this is the last time of peace in the Azeroth. I still have time to accumulate my strength. "
"It's a bad thing that I've transmigrated so early into Azeroth, because these guys have been peaceful for far too long."
A long period of peace could make people forget the existence of danger.
There was no change in the upper echelons of the kingdom, causing people to lose their drive to improve. It also caused corruption and arrogance to grow in people's hearts, but no one noticed it.
Perhaps he had sensed it, but felt that it was only natural.
The hereditary system of nobility made every noble, and even every person in a high position, think that they were born noble, that they could transcend the mortal world, and that they were above the rest of the people. Rather than saying that they were besieging Duque for speaking boldly, it would be better to say that Duque had unintentionally provoked the entire aristocratic system that relied on inheritance, and they were overreacting!
It was very simple, Medivh's mother, Aegwynn, was the World Guardian, a symbol of immortality who had lived for more than 800 years. She passed on such a noble and powerful position as the World Guardian to her son, which was the highest symbol of the noble bloodline that lasted for thousands of years.
And at this moment, the 'bold and reckless' Duque actually said that he wanted to surpass this noble symbol of inheritance with the body of a commoner. This undoubtedly offended the biggest reverse scale of all the people in a high position.
Duque suddenly smiled bitterly.
It turned out that no matter which world, history would be shockingly similar.
Countless great empires in ancient times on Earth had perished here, and today, history seemed to be repeating the same mistakes.
Since he had transmigrated, he could not go back. His fate had already been closely linked with this World of Azeroth that was about to face countless dangers of destruction.
Then, he had to do something!
Duque suddenly felt that all the sounds around him had disappeared. Countless fingers that were pointing at his chest and face suddenly became blurry. Those noble mages were like a clumsy puppet in a play. They could not affect Duque's thoughts at all.
As a transmigrator, Duque carefully felt the pulse of fate from the World of Azeroth, felt the almost irresistible impact from the river of fate, and recalled the meaning of his existence as a transmigrator …
At first, Duque was at a loss.
He did not know what he could do.
He did not know what he wanted to do either.
Perhaps, it was purely for his own survival and development, going with the flow.
There was a question that had been bothering Duque for a long time, and that was — if the fate of the World of Azeroth still maintained that terrible inertia … What should he do?
Now, the answer to this question was becoming clearer in Duque's mind.
So what if it was fate?
Fight it!
Reverse it!!
I will never be a slave to fate!
I, Duque, want to be the master of fate!
He was surrounded by angry and even morbid gazes, Duque was the only unusual person in the room, the weak him should have surrendered.
However, Duque felt that a surge of hot blood was being pumped out from his heart, rushing through his arteries into his body. It was like ten thousand horses galloping, making a rolling sound like thunder, spreading the excitement to every corner of his body, infecting every cell in his body.
The corner of Duque's mouth curved upwards. He should be angry, he should be sneering. However, it was as if his soul had left his body, floating above the hall, quietly looking down at these seemingly strong but actually weak fellows.
His gaze seemed to have transcended time and space.
The scenes that happened in the game were replayed in Duque's field of vision.
He saw Stormwind City being attacked by the ferocious Orc army. This beautiful outer wall, the capital of the largest human kingdom in the south, was destroyed in the flames of destruction.
He saw humans recover Stormwind City under the leadership of Anduin Lothar. A brand new, more vibrant kingdom was reborn from the ashes of destruction.
Then, it was destroyed again, and reborn again!
The indomitable will of the human race was perfectly reflected here in Stormwind City!
And countless inspiring heroes were also born in this crisis that could possibly lead to the destruction of the world.
Recalling those great scenes, Duque suddenly felt lucky. This time, he could finally participate in this great epic as a participant.
Suddenly, Duque laughed out loud.
"Hahaha! Hahahaha! Hahahahaha — "
The arrogant laughter shocked the entire audience. Every mouth that was cursing was left open and forgot to close. Every finger that was pointing at him was frozen in the air.
The mages were stunned.
Duque's arrogant gaze swept 180 degrees from left to right.
"So — just the dream of 'surpassing the legendary realm' is already blasphemy."
"So — just the 'unwillingness to be ordinary' is already a sin in your eyes."
"So — the dignified Stormwind City Royal Magic Academy is actually so narrow-minded. No wonder everyone talks about the greatest mage holy land being the Dalajan, and not Stormwind City."
"Alright, since you're not staying, then I'll leave. Everyone, bye bye! "
"Or, are you going to sentence me to death for offending the Guardian Medivh?"
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