Neither Duque nor Aurelia knew that after they left, a third group of people found the wild boar.
"Isn't that 'Prince'?" a servant exclaimed in surprise.
"Prince?" A young man dressed like a nobleman snorted in disdain.
The servant immediately lowered his head and bowed, "Uh, honorable master, that's just a nickname. The Blackwell family has a prize-winning pig called 'Princess'. This sow is huge, and often sneaks into Stonfield's farm to steal vegetables! This Princess has a bigger killer boar at some point in time, and three farmers have already died to this boar. So, on the bounty, this boar is called 'Prince'! "
The young nobleman heard this and became interested.
"Huh? If I bring this' Prince 'back, won't it increase my prestige? "
The servants were all flatterers. They immediately understood what he meant when they heard it.
The current king was a very wise man. In order to maintain the noblemen's ambition, he even set an iron law that the descendants of noblemen must have meritorious deeds to inherit their father's title.
Unfortunately, there were policies and countermeasures. In this era without large-scale wars, people's lives were relatively peaceful, and there were not many robbers or robbers. The only ones that could be counted as enemies of humans were the wild beasts, magical beasts, and demi-human races that covered the mountains and plains.
If humans wanted to expand their territory, they had to snatch territory from other creatures and open up new territories. So, killing the monsters on the bounty could also be counted as meritorious deeds.
"Yes, yes, that's right. Young master, you used magic to beautifully kill the 'Prince' on the level one bounty in town. You will definitely win the favor of the viscount. "
Seeing that the servant was so obedient, the young nobleman smiled proudly.
Duque was completely unaware of the series of events that happened behind him.
He was still struggling to survive. When he finally climbed out of the slightly turbulent river, he was shocked to find that he had already been washed far away.
He lay on the riverbank, gasping for breath, feeling the sun behind him.
The System suddenly spoke, "Dear host, this system elf feels obligated to remind you. With your physique, the probability of you catching a cold is 68.3%. "
Duque clenched his teeth and finally agreed.
He struggled to take off his coarse linen clothes and lay down on a large rock by the river that was relatively dry. Then, he lay down on it like a dead dog.
Damn it, as expected, transmigration was a physical and technical work.
Such a primitive natural environment was indeed very difficult for a university animal who complained about the hardships of military training.
His mind was a mess. Duque recalled everything in the World of Azeroth.
Suddenly, he smiled bitterly. Before he transmigrated, he had always complained that his reincarnation in the Otherworld was like activating Hell Mode. Compared to Azeroth, it was not even the gates of hell. There was a saying that it was rare for anyone to live past the age of 40 during the war.
Holding his forehead, Duque muttered to himself, "There's still too little information. The only thing he knew was that if Aurelia was still around, this should be a relatively early time for Azeroth. In the World of Warcraft, Aurelia should have gone missing after she went on an expedition to the Outland with Turalyon. "
When he finally caught his breath, Duque stood up and put on his clothes again. He looked around and finally found what he was looking for — smoke.
Where there was fire, there would be humans … well, at least human-like creatures.
Duke was filled with hope and apprehension as he walked towards the place where the smoke was rising.
Finally, after half an hour, Duque followed the stream and found what he was looking for — a human settlement.
A few four-storey brick and wood buildings broke through the canopy, proudly declaring the existence of human civilization to the nature.
For some reason, when he saw the extremely ordinary chevron-shaped roof, Duque felt like crying. He felt like he had found his home. At least he found a human town and not an Ogre barbecue.
Filled with excitement, Duque quickened his pace. Soon, he found a mudstone road. The road was covered with gravel, and there was almost no space for plants other than grass. The feeling of walking on it couldn't compare to the sidewalk before he transmigrated, but it was much better than the complicated terrain in the forest.
Looking from afar, a large number of trees had been chopped down, leaving behind a large empty space. The area near the forest was filled with cultivated land, and in the middle of the cultivated land was the town, bustling with activity.
All he could see were farmhouses in Western European style. A taller and larger white building with black edges stood in the middle of the farmhouses like a crane in a flock of chickens.
Colorful flags were hung on the ancient brick and wood houses, and even the roofs of the thatched cottages were replaced with new and clean grass. There was noise and cheering everywhere.
After passing through the forest and the last stretch of mudstone road in the town, Duque saw two smiling guards in front of the town. Their armor was silver with blue trim. Their breastplate and shields were decorated with a golden lion emblem on a blue background.
This was a typical Stormwind City guard uniform that could not be any more typical.
Unlike the stainless steel armor that was polished, sculpted, and molded by machines in the movies, or the rough handmade armor in cosplay, the guards' armor gave Duque a very real feeling.
Looking at the dense forest in front of him, anything related to Stormwind City could only make Duque think of the Elven Forest. As the gateway to Stormwind City and the main residential area of Stormwind City, this place should be relatively safe, and there shouldn't be many battles.
But what did Duque see?
Armor covered in big and small scars!
There were scratches, small holes from sharp weapons, and bumps from blunt weapons, but the armor was still well maintained. Small pieces of rust were smoothed out, and large pieces of damage were filled with iron pieces and hammered into shape. Coupled with the uneven color of the hand-carburized, a series of small details not only gave the armor a supreme texture.
It also told Duque one thing — danger!
Even in the most peaceful Elven Forest in the game, there were still dangers that Duque didn't know about. For some reason, Duque thought of the beasts in the beginner's area and the various monsters that he looked down on …
Regardless, seeing them, Duque still let out a long sigh of relief. "Phew!"
In the World of Azeroth, there used to be a very powerful human empire called Arathor. But in the game's history, around 1200 years ago, the Arathor Empire was split into seven small countries: Lordaeron, Dalajan, Alterac, Kul 'Tiras, Gilnis, Torrential Fort, and Stormwind City.
Stormwind City was the beginner's area for all human players in the game.
Duque didn't know if the history here was the same, but it didn't seem to be any different.
"Yo, bro, are you here for the profession trial too? Looks like your small body can't be a guard of Stormwind City. Hahaha! "Seeing Duque, the guard on the left laughed straightforwardly.
"Maybe he's a hunter and can become an archer?" The guard on the right laughed as well.
"No, no, no. Look at his white and tender palms. Maybe he's a noble Master Mage! Hahaha! "
Duque didn't know what profession he could take, but he knew that if he didn't do anything, he would sooner or later become a ghoul in this world full of war and destruction.
But … no matter how down and out I am, it's not your turn to laugh at me, you two silly soldiers!
Just as Duque was about to punch the two of them, a military officer with golden eyebrows, a square face, and a large sword at his waist came.
"Enough! Shut up, you two idiots. "
Seeing their superior, the two guards immediately shut up and stood at attention. A drop of cold sweat could be clearly seen dripping down their cheeks.
The military officer faced Duque and smiled warmly. "Whether a person is noble or not depends on whether you or your ancestors have contributed to the prosperity of mankind. Becoming a professional and advancing to the elite level is a good thing, but if you fail, don't be discouraged. The prosperity of Stormwind City requires talents from all walks of life. Young man, do you think I'm right? "
"Uh, yes."
The military officer extended his hand to Duque. "I'm Virie, vice-captain."
"Duque." Duque also extended his hand to shake Virie's. Then, Duque's palm received 100 points of critical damage …
F * ck! This guy's hand strength is so strong!
"Alright, Duque, welcome to the Northshire Abbey trial field. I hope you can become a professional. I sincerely hope that mankind can have more elites. "
Duque entered just like that.
Virie looked at Duque's back and rubbed his chin. "This young man isn't made for a warrior."
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