As a veteran player, as a university student who could not tell the difference between a game and life after transmigrating to a different world, Duque automatically thought of it as the experience points needed to level up.
In terms of practical effects, there were similar places.
"You used 2500 points of soul power to open up the third magic circuit. Your intelligence value increased by 5 points, your mana value increased by 50 points, and your spell strength increased by an unknown amount."
Killing and arson had been a shortcut to getting rich since ancient times.
Gnolls were also people, and Duque did not hesitate to use the soul power brought by these gnolls to jump from a level 1 earth mage to a level 4 mage in one breath.
How strong was a level 4 mage?
Duque did not know. Instinctively, he felt that his mana pool was still a small bucket that would stop after eight or ten Frost Arrows.
He had imagined countless times that Uncle Hogg would first give away all his minions as experience points, then laugh three times and say, "Since you can kill all my minions, you are indeed qualified to fight with me." Finally, he would be taught a lesson by the upgraded Duque with a big fireball.
Unfortunately, Hogg's reckless and impulsive personality ruined Duque's dream. Hogg, this guy, actually went straight up with the Frost Storm.
Didn't they say that the Boss would appear at the end?!
It was not scientific!
Well, whether it was scientific or not, it was meaningless.
Staring at the matchstick-like human mage that he hated the most in the convoy, Hogg rushed over.
Fast!
So fast!
Although Hogg was huge, his speed did not slow down at all.
On the contrary, under Hogg's muscular hindlegs that could almost be described as majestic, its enormous body suddenly became as forceful as a bullet train speeding at high speed.
The hill-like figure rapidly enlarged in Duque's field of vision.
[Calm and Composed]
[Flame Burst]
This continuous skill that Duque had used almost every time since he transmigrated, this time … it failed!
Completely without any sense of justice, Hogg brandished his giant axe, and with a gorgeous and explosive sweep, he actually … actually … split Duque's big fireball horizontally in half!
After the core of the fireball was destroyed, the rest of the fireball turned into flames that struggled on their deathbed. They twitched twice in the night sky before disappearing.
"Holy sh * t!" Duque gaped at the unscientific scene in front of him. Then, death came.
Hogg, who was closing in at high speed, didn't even wave his stone axe which was full of destructive power. He only gave Duque a contemptuous glance, and then kicked Duque's chest.
"Puff — —" An extremely muffled sound came from Duque's chest.
In the next second, Duke was sent flying like a bag of trash. His blue and white robes drew a beautiful arc in the night sky as he fell not far from Makarov, who was still fighting fiercely in the middle of the battlefield.
This scene shocked everyone in the mercenary group.
"No way! Isn't Sir Marcus the strongest? How did he die? "
"Sir! Sir Marcus! "Someone shouted.
"No — healing potions! Who's going to give me healing potions!? "
"It's over! His chest has completely caved in, and his internal organs are probably mud. He's definitely dead. "
The mercenaries were in a mess. No one had expected that the mysterious and powerful young mage Duke, whom they had been getting along with for the past few days, would be killed by Hogg in a single move.
But thinking about it, Hogg was the [Nightmare of the Elven Forest]. If they couldn't deal with him, why would they hope that the stronger Duque could?
It turned out that killing the powerful Hogg was just an illusory dream from start to finish!
Makarov abandoned his opponent and almost shot forward, picking up Duque who was already gasping for breath. He remembered how Duque saved his son, and remembered Duque's smile.
Makarov roared towards the sky: "Everyone, attack! Avenge Sir Duke Marcus —"
"Avenge, avenge!" The roars of the mercenaries resounded.
Hogg, who was more than ten steps away, did not immediately rush forward. His hyena mouth was wide open, and the crisscrossed sharp teeth could be seen under the light of the fire.
He, was actually laughing!
Laughing at the group of weak humans who overestimated themselves, laughing at the struggle of these puny humans.
It was not just Hogg, even the surrounding Gnolls let out proud barks.
Just when the mercenaries thought that Duque was dead, Makarov suddenly realized that the weight in his arms had mysteriously disappeared.
"Go!"
Duque, who should have been dead, rushed towards Hogg, a cold blue and white radiance blossoming in his hands.
Makarov and the rest were stunned. They had seen Duque's condition earlier, and he was in a state where he was on the verge of death.
Du Ke actually dragged his body like this to buy time for them to evacuate.
Unknowingly, the mercenaries' eyes were brimming with tears. This was a heroic scene.
They watched as Duque released another [Frost Arrow].
Hogg seemed to have been caught off guard by Duque's attack. He did not manage to dodge the [Frost Arrow], and his entire left arm was covered in frost.
However, that was all. Hogg let out an angry roar when he regained his senses, and the muscles in his right arm bulged as he swung his axe again. This time, the axe did not hit anything. Duque seemed to have twisted his body at the last moment and avoided the fate of being split in half.
Duque was not much better off. When he was sent flying, the mercenaries could even see parts of Duque's arm that had been smashed into smithereens, and the flesh on the surface of his body was scattered everywhere.
It was a tragic scene. For these mercenaries who did not know each other just a few days ago, Duque, the future hope of the kingdom, an incomparably noble mage, had actually shed his blood for them!
They watched as Duque's figure, which was not tall, fell tragically in the fire.
They were furious!
"Duque!"
"Kill!! Kill them mercilessly! Kill these bastards! "
"Charge! Avenge Sir Marcus! "
The furious mercenaries began their desperate charge. They even abandoned the shields that they relied on to protect their lives. While letting out angry roars, they madly chased after the tall Gnolls.
The Gnolls, who obviously had the advantage in numbers, were the ones being chased!
"Awooo —" Hogg roared, and suddenly the Gnolls seemed to have found their backbone. They immediately turned around and surrounded him again.
Yes! As long as Hogg did not die! These fierce and timid Gnolls would fight like the bravest Berserkers to the last man.
However, at this time, Duque unexpectedly stood up again …
The mercenaries cried!
Men did not easily shed tears, but these mercenaries, who had long been accustomed to life and death, had tears on their faces.
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