Duque's life … was worthless!
Duque's moral integrity … was not worth much at all.
Duque's oath still had some effect.
Duque felt a tremor from the deepest part of his heart. After entering the World of Azeroth, he once again felt the prank from fate. The four Windrunner sisters and whatnot were already ridiculous enough. Now, even the magic system had a strong sense of crossover.
However, magic was magic.
Almost at the moment when Duque opened the note, he had already deeply felt the mysterious resonance between himself and these spells.
It was like a sense of recognition, a more circumstantial way of thinking coming into his mind. At that moment, it was as if the definition of "Mage" that had been solidified in the game had the most eye-catching chemical reaction.
Back in Duque's Virie, Mages only represented high attack long-range artillery, the strongest control profession. However, at this moment, there seemed to be the brightest light illuminating his mind, and in this light, a door opened —
He seemed to have passed through this door and saw many things that were beyond the framework of his mind.
Unconsciously, a list of spells appeared in his mind.
All the spells were reclassified:
Defense, Spell, Prophecy, Enchantment, Evocation, Illusion, Necromancy, Transformation, and General. There were a total of nine categories.
Among them, most of the categories were still hazy and pitch-black.
But this after all, after all, represented more possibilities.
This was not an illusion that only existed for the briefest moment and immediately dissipated, but a kind of development that broke the rules of Azeroth. Even this list of spells could be repeatedly brought up in the field of vision through the system elf.
Duque also discovered one thing. Whether it was [Flame Blast] or [Frost Arrow] at the beginning, or [Darson's Frigid Prison] and other spells, it seemed that the spells that were related to him before he transmigrated would all be greatly enhanced.
For the spells related to fire and ice, the large number of thermodynamic calculation formulas that popped up in the system prompt was enough.
Even [Mage Hand], which should have been categorized as a level 0 cantrip, was greatly enhanced.
The reason for the strengthening made Duque speechless.
"A lot of [Motion Capture] technology has been detected in the host's memory. Inputting and improving the corresponding laws … Preset thought transmission nodes in [Hand of Magic]. [Hand of Magic] is expected to increase flexibility by 180% and strength by 230%. Your [Hand of Magic] has advanced … level unknown, estimated to be over level 2 … "
Before Duque transmigrated, the most well-known use of motion capture was in filming. By attaching dozens of trackers to the key parts of an actor's face, the muscle movements of the entire face could be converted into data that could be processed by a computer to measure the size of an object, as well as to determine the location and orientation of objects in a physical space.
Unexpectedly, this could be reversed by the System Elf.
Duque snapped his fingers in front of Makarov.
"Pa!" A magic palm the size of a human hand appeared out of thin air in front of one of the mercenaries. It was glowing with a pale blue radiance.
This strange phenomenon startled the mercenaries. Although they were horrified, they quickly raised their swords and sabers.
However, they quickly came to their senses and found the source of their shock. The 'ghost hand' floating in the air had the exact same movement as Duque's right hand.
They finally understood that it was released by Duque.
Duque's face bloomed with a gentle smile: "Makarov, thank you for your generous gift. I owe you one."
Makarov quickly recovered from his shock: "No, no, no. Respected Sir Marcus, my son is my priceless treasure. If you are satisfied with my gift in return, that would be the greatest consolation for me. "
That was often the case when it came to favors.
After this exchange, the indifferent and estranged relationship between employer and employee quickly warmed up because of this small interlude.
Under Duque's insistence, Makarov was willing to drop the 'Sir' and call Duque Marcus in private.
Before he knew it, it was already night.
After coming to this world, Duque was still not used to all sorts of things. Everything in this world was so primitive. After nightfall, there was almost no light.
There was no moonlight, and only the dim yellow of the Western Wilderness could be vaguely seen within the range of the firelight.
The caravan set up camp on the leeward side of a small hill. After dinner, there were only one or two night watchmen left in the temporary camp to drive away the wild beasts. Everyone fell asleep.
In this quiet and dark environment, Duke should have fallen asleep very quickly, but the strange and dazzling scenery around him made Duke unable to fall asleep no matter how hard he tried.
Duque began to review the few spells he had.
At this moment, Duque suddenly heard a conversation between two night watchmen.
"Karon? Did you hear anything? "
"Something seems to be approaching."
Almost at the same time, Duque heard a prompt from the system elf.
"Host! Detected a large number of dangerous life signals … The enemy is determined to be a Gnoll! Number … fifty, sixty … one hundred … one hundred and seventy … "
In the darkness in the distance, countless short shadows were silently approaching this place at high speed.
"Enemy attack —" The night watchman's mournful and loud cry woke all the sleeping mercenaries up.
"Oh — hell, it's Hogg —"
"Heavens, it's really Hogg!"
The name Hogg seemed to have a terrifying magic that made people tremble.
People who grew up in the Elven Forest would often be scared awake by the cries of Gnolls. Because no matter how powerful humans were, no matter whether they had actually become the masters of the Elven Forest or not, they could not forget the [Nightmare of the Elven Forest] – Hogg.
This giant Gnoll wandering in the south of West Spring Stronghold brought them dark memories. Legend has it that the name 'Hogg' was just a codename given to this or this branch of Gnolls by the humans. People did not know how long the Gnolls lived, but the people of the Elven Forest always called the leader of the Gnolls, the largest one, Hogg.
Legend has it that Hogg's body was twice the size of an ordinary Gnoll, and that his claws could easily tear infantry shields in half, and that his strong legs could easily catch up with poor adventurers who tried to escape.
But these were just legends, because no one could really face Hogg and come back alive.
If one were to list the most famous and powerful villains near Stormwind City, Hogg had already occupied the headlines of Stormwind City's bulletin board. Almost all the adventurers who were tempted by the bounty set by Stormwind City had died under his feet.
Now, Hogg had come with his army of Gnolls!
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