After exiting Stormwind City, heading south, crossing Mirror Lake and Westspring Stronghold, and turning west was the boundary of the Western Wilderness.
Sitting in the bumpy carriage, Duque gazed at the scenery outside the window.
Outside the window was an eternally clear sky. Even the wind carried a sense of desolation. His vision was filled with yellow soil, yellow fields, and yellow earth. The Western Wilderness had the same comfortable temperature as Aylwin, but the strong winds from the sea and Twilight Forest kept blowing past.
If not for the plump grains in the fields, Duque would have thought this was a barren land.
In fact, perhaps due to the underground river, the land here was quite fertile.
Unfortunately, there were many terrible monsters in the Western Wilderness, and the one that annoyed Duque the most was the vultures that filled the sky. He saw with his own eyes that a mercenary he used as a token guard was attacked.
A black shadow flashed across the sky, drawing a line of death in the air. In the blink of an eye, the shadow of death descended from the sky. It was foreseeable that in a few seconds, the back of the young mercenary's head would explode into a rotten watermelon.
The young mercenary's equipment was decent. He wore a standard metal helmet that the Stormwind City guards had abandoned. However, such a ferocious attack was not something an unprepared recruit could defend against.
The impact alone was enough to break his cervical vertebrae.
It was not hard to imagine that he would die in an instant.
At that moment, the entire caravan froze in fear. At least six or seven mercenaries who witnessed the scene were horrified. Their leader, Makarov, was even more horrified. However, the vultures were so fast that they did not even have time to pull out their bows and arrows.
At this critical moment, a hand reached out from the window of the carriage.
Duque's hand.
That's right, it was the combination of [Calm Mind] and [Flame Blast]. This move was more than enough to beat up ordinary soldiers and humans. However, as a directional spell, in the real world of Azeroth, there was no such thing as locking onto a target and being sure to hit it.
It relied on the mage's own judgement.
Prediction and whatnot was a very mysterious thing in and of itself. This thing relied on experience and intuition.
Due to his limited mana and the fact that Duque couldn't find an effective way to replenish his mana, Duque didn't fully understand his [Flame Blast]. In fact, Duque also instinctively felt that according to the flying speed of the fireball, it would probably be near that area.
However, after Duque's dynamic vision captured the existence that was as fast as a gust of wind, only 0.5 seconds later, a feeling of bliss came to his mind.
Perhaps the vulture could choose to roll left or right. However, Duque did not think that this feathered beast had such a high IQ. Therefore, Duque chose to make an advance calculation.
The dozen or so guards had yet to recover from the shock of their own people being attacked when they suddenly realized that the important person they were protecting had made a move.
"Whoosh —" With a strong light and a burning sensation, a huge fireball flew out of the window of the carriage, dragging a long trail of flames behind it. It shot straight in front of Vulture.
"Good! Oh … No … Ah — "The mercenaries' undulating cries were a good reflection of the development of the situation.
At the very beginning, they were happy that Duque had made a move.
They immediately realized that as the overlord of the sky in the Western Wilderness, this vulture, which was called the "Corpse Shredder Bird" by most of the Western Wilderness farmers, had extraordinary mobility. The Corpse Shredder Bird flapped its left wing hard, and the water-tank-sized fireball was likely to pass by the beast that directly attacked a living person.
The target of its attack was still the same.
Every mercenary had an indescribable regret on their faces.
However, the next moment, the young hand that stretched out of the carriage window suddenly snapped its fingers …
The huge fireball seemed to have been gripped by an invisible hand. "Bang!" With a loud explosion, the fireball suddenly exploded beside the Corpse Shredder Bird. Moreover, it was not an omnidirectional explosion, but a kind of one-way explosion, perfectly avoiding the young mercenary's side.
Faced with the scattering of flames that were even denser than the torrential rain, with a croak, that hateful feathered beast instantly turned into a raging torch, falling from the sky in a dejected manner.
From joy to disappointment, and then to ecstasy, the mercenaries' hearts were like a roller coaster.
Seeing the Corpse Shredder Bird fall, they raised the weapons in their hands.
"Long live Sir Marcus —"
It was only then that the young lad who was almost killed by the ambush suddenly realized that he had already circled the gates of hell.
Listening to the enthusiastic cheers, Duque was slightly stunned. He was willing to work hard to change the fate of Stormwind, but this did not mean that he would become a saint who blessed the common people and saved everyone.
Duque had never thought of himself as a saint. For him, rather than saying that this was a rescue, it was better to say that this was just a practice. The moment he made his move, the action was already ahead of his thoughts.
Now, Duque's actions were acknowledged by the mercenaries and were rewarded.
The mercenary leader, Makarov, rode his skinny horse and pulled the young man who had just escaped death. "Thank you very much, great Sir Marcus. You just saved my son."
"Son?"
"Yes, my only son, Philip. This is his first mission. His mother and I were strongly against it … Sigh, fortunately, he's fine. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to go back and see his mother … "Makarov's voice choked as he said this. He pressed down on Philip's head and made his son bow to Duque.
"It's good that you're fine. Let's continue our journey. "To be honest, Duque did not want to have too much to do with Makarov and the rest. After all, he was only using this group of mercenaries as a cover. He did not want to implicate them because of his matters.
Seeing that Duque was a little cold on the outside but warm on the inside, Makarov was not annoyed. After all, Duque had just demonstrated his nobility with his actions.
Makarov bowed: "Actually … It's like this. I accidentally obtained a magic note. There are words that we do not understand engraved on it. But I think that it should be of help to you, Sir. If you can accept it, that would be for the best. "
"Oh, then thank you in advance." Duque did not act pretentiously and took the note that looked like a small notebook. The money that old Norton gave him would eventually run out one day. When it came to magic, the more the better, the better.
But when he took the note and opened it, he was dumbfounded.
It was not that the system elf could not decipher or learn it, but rather that the system prompt was a little mysterious.
[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the level-0 spell [Mage Hand], the level-2 spells [Darson's Quenching Prison] and [Darson's Blazing Furnace]!]
Duque had played World of Warcraft for so long that he dared to swear on his life that these three spells did not exist in the list of spells of Azeroth's wizards.
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