Fate's fetters, in other words, were metaphysics and luck.
This wasn't really a reason, so it could only be attributed to unreliable intuition.
In the end, Captain Garcia didn't probe further. Since Duke was so obedient and he was doing things within the scope that Lothar had given him, there was nothing much to say. After some small talk, he gave Duke a guarantee.
"Mr. Reginald Windsor will appear before you in an hour, Your Excellency."
A true soldier would definitely be very disciplined.
None of the soldiers trained in Stormwind City were useless.
When Duque saw Windsor in the guest room, Duque couldn't help but laugh.
He said he obeyed, but his face was full of dissatisfaction. The only thing missing was the words "I hate you" engraved on his forehead.
In the game, Duque could only see a gamified uncle.
But when he saw Windsor in person, Duque felt that the marshal was once young. He was quite cute.
Even though the "marshal" still had the blond crew cut, he was still very old. How much beard could a 14-year-old boy have?
A full beard was out of the question. The beard under his eagle nose was a faint golden mark. Plus his square mouth, distinctive golden eyebrows, and purposely stiffened facial muscles, he looked like a poker face.
The only thing that satisfied Duque was Windsor's muscles. His bulging biceps and thick thighs were full of explosive power.
With those muscles, he could probably fight ten Duque at once.
Of course, compared to an adult orc whose arms were thicker than a human's thigh, Windsor was still at a disadvantage in terms of strength.
Duque smiled and said, "Why? Windsor, are you not satisfied with becoming my follower? "
It was obvious that Windsor was a typical soldier. He was straightforward and didn't bother to hide his thoughts at all.
"Yes! My dream is to become a glorious warrior of Stormwind City and fight on the frontlines to protect the kingdom. I don't want to be a personal guard, even if it's a powerful Sir Wizard. Plus, I don't think you're strong. "
As soon as Windsor finished speaking, Duque made his move.
[Calm and Composed] allowed the next spell to be cast instantly.
[Frost Arrow] taught the future Marshal Windsor how to be a man.
"Ah!" The maximized frost arrow stunned Windsor, who was in full armor. The sturdy armor could not stop the cold air from invading his chest. If Duque hadn't held back, Windsor might have been left with a lingering illness.
Several minutes later, in front of the only stove in the School of Magic, Windsor covered himself with a blanket and said, "Alright, I apologize for saying 'Sir, you're not strong'."
"I accept your apology." Duque smiled and handed a cup of ginger tea to Windsor.
Windsor, who had begun to acknowledge Duque, was no longer as stiff as before. "However, I still believe that becoming your follower is in conflict with my dream."
"What exactly is your dream? Have you thought about it? "
Windsor was a little confused. Didn't he already say what his dream was?
Duque continued, "Actually, our dream is the same — to fight for the rise of Stormwind!"
Windsor's body trembled.
"Do you see the shining lion emblem on your chest?"
Following Duque's words, Windsor lowered his head.
Duke opened his mouth and spoke tirelessly.
"In the past, in order to deal with the threat of the trolls, Thoradin The Great united all the human tribes and established the great Arathor Empire. Humans began to spread all over the continent, and new cities were built one after another. However, as it became more and more prosperous, its most powerful core began to fall apart. "
"The lords of Riptide City began to gradually move their wealth to the prosperous northern region of Lordaeron, abandoning the barren south. Even Thoradin The Great's heir, the last child of the Arathor bloodline, was left behind in the crumbling walls of Riptide City. "
"After many long years, a team of knights finally arrived in the Valley of the Kings. A man raised his sword in front of the knights and said, 'I swear on my sword that Stormwind will bear the glory of the Arathor Empire and sweep away all oppression and injustice. My people, my subjects, will follow Thoradin The Great's oath and continue to advance along the path of prosperity for humanity. If one day, decay and lack of progress blinds the eyes of our descendants, then let Stormwind be destroyed in despair!' "
"1,200 years ago, the Lion Flag of Stormwind was raised in this great valley. It reflected the rising sun of that day. "
"But Windsor, tell me, why is it that 1,200 years later, Stormwind's territory is still dominated by the Elven Forest? Why is the Western Wilderness followed by the word 'wilderness'? Why does the Redridge Mountain have the word 'barren' in it? "
"Windsor, for whom are you drawing your sword? Isn't it for the future, for tomorrow, for our descendants, for them to have a wider living space, to not live under the shadow of monsters and all kinds of external threats? "
"What Stormwind needs the most is not simple-minded soldiers, but a pioneer!"
"Windsor, answer me. Are you willing to accompany me to be a pioneer?"
Windsor's mouth trembled. It was obvious that his immature mind was beginning to waver under the bluff of this transmigrator, Duque.
However, there was still an abnormal persistence in his heart.
"Sir Marcus, I demand that you show me your plan, the complete plan." Windsor was sitting up. His blue eyes were filled with hesitation, and there was an uncompromising sense of helplessness.
"I'll show you."
Fifteen minutes later, Duque brought Windsor to the pier of Stormwind City.
Ships!
From the moment he decided to develop in Stormwind City, Duque thought of ships.
He could not forget that in the Warcraft movies, the Stormwind City guards in bright armor were drowned by the green sea of orcs. In complex terrain, the orcs, who had the absolute advantage in both strength and agility, were invincible.
The ravines and dangerous areas that humans thought were impassable were nothing to the orcs, who were used to harsh environments.
According to history, Duque was not optimistic about Stormwind City at all. If he had transmigrated into King Laing's body, he might have been saved. Unfortunately, he was not. He only had the identity of a commoner. Even with the help of the system elf, what Duque could do was still limited.
That was why Duque thought of ships. Ships were needed for both retreat and future counterattacks.
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