Soul Power at 86, moral integrity at 71%. This was Duque's current situation.
Duque had no choice but to accept reality.
What was bitter was that he had to die one more time to prevent his greatest magic weapon from being seen through so early. He didn't feel it after dying 11 times in a row, but now that he had calmed down, he realized that death was such a painful thing.
What was worse was that he had to die one more time for showing off without reason.
Duque cursed in his heart: Shit on Sargeras, oh, no, Sargeras, it's all your fault, you bastard! Regardless of whether you did it or not, it's all on your head.
But what made Duque the most uncertain were the records in the system.
"Because you have died three times in a row in a short period of time, you have triggered the negative soul status- [Wrath] of the seven sins. After reviving, your spell power will increase by 20%, your attack speed will increase by 30%, your evasion rate will decrease to 0, your defence will decrease by 30%, your willpower will increase by 200%, and you will be immune to most mental spells and special effects. "
After a bunch of messy messages, an even more eye-catching bright red notification appeared.
"Because you have been killed 10 times in a row by the elite demonified monster, Gnoll leader [Hogg], you have triggered the crazy special effect [Deathmatch Cage]! You have lost your sense of self, and automatically set [Hogg] as the enemy you must kill. Before you completely kill Hogg, you will continue to revive crazily and attack Hogg with everything you can. "
"[Deathmatch Cage]: After this special effect is triggered, every time you revive, your maximum HP and mana will temporarily decrease by 10%. Every time you revive, your spell power will increase by 10%, and your attack speed will increase by 10%. This special effect will continue until you kill the target, or until you completely lose your humanity. "
After reading these messages, Duque was completely speechless.
It seemed like dying consecutively would turn him into a berserker, but this was something even crazier than a gambler who had lost everything – a gambler!
Either he would turn the tables in one go and kill his opponent.
Or he would become a ghoul and be completely finished!
Of course, Duque did not forget the words' Seven Deadly Sins'. Anger, arrogance, jealousy … Just thinking about these characteristics made him feel like he was a demon king!
If it wasn't for the fact that there weren't any normal girls in the Scourge Army, which was made up entirely of Immortals, and that if he joined the Scourge Army, his attractiveness would plummet even further. Duque really wanted to join the Scourge Army and take over the position of Filthy Demon King.
Currently, the system elf was unable to determine just how strong the demonized Hogg was. However, according to the original game's evaluation, Hogg was at most an Elite monster in the novice area. How strong could he be after demonization?
No matter how strong he was, could he be stronger than those Evil Dragons, Ancient Gods, or the boss of the Demon Army?
He suddenly realized that the road ahead was still long!
Mm! The wind tonight was a little noisy!
Duque was thinking about the problem. Unknowingly, the effects of his low moral integrity began to show.
Humans were very sensitive creatures.
Even though Duque said that it was not a big problem, the faint cold aura after he lost his moral integrity still made Makarov and the others, who were at their most sensitive period, even more anxious.
They looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts: It seemed that this secret was quite important to Lord Marcus.
Although not the most important, it was still quite important.
At this moment, they already had their own assessment of the extent of the secret of Duque's ancestral [Mirror Image Doppelganger].
After a big battle, it was natural to clean up the battlefield. This kind of heavy work was naturally not done by Duque.
Continuous resurrections would also bring about abnormal fatigue. Not only his body, but also his soul. Due to the loss of his soul, Duque was a little sickly.
Duque went to bed early.
The next morning, when the first light of dawn appeared, the tragic battlefield last night had basically been cleaned up. A large number of gnolls killed by the ice storm had thawed, and there was no time to bury the bodies of these large gnolls. When they completely thawed, they would become vultures' food.
Makarov respectfully came to the carriage and reported: "Stormwind has a unified bounty for gnolls. A pair of adult gnolls' claws is 10 silver coins, but such a large gnoll's bounty is estimated to be even higher. The most important thing is Hogg's claws. Apart from Stormwind City, at least five towns in the Elven Forest have set up independent bounties for him. May I ask, Lord Marcus, how should we deal with it? "
Duque's eyes turned a little coldly: "How do you think we should deal with it?"
Being swept by Duque's slightly sharp gaze, Makarov thought that Duque was testing him and immediately answered the answer he had been pondering for a long time: "If Lord Marcus is at ease, I will leave my son here and bring two people with me to transport Hogg's head and claws back to Stormwind City. I can guarantee that within a week, Lord Marcus's reputation for killing Hogg will spread through half of Stormwind! "
Leaving his son was equivalent to handing over the hostage.
But Duque did not care at all. He was thinking about something else: Last time he obtained Northshire Abbey's reputation, it seemed that he had recovered a point of moral integrity. Now that he killed Hogg, and it was a demonized Hogg at that, how much reputation would he gain?
Forget it, if he could recover a point, then so be it.
No matter how small a mosquito was, it was still meat.
"Makarov, how about this. I don't need your mercenary band to protect me from now on. I have something more important to entrust to you. "
"Please speak!" Makarov was excited.
"A few days ago, an outpost should have been attacked by Hogg and his men. So not only do you need to publicize my achievements, but I also want you to give half of the bounty to the injured and the widows of the victims as compensation. "
Makarov immediately understood and asked: "What happens after everything is done? We all owe you our lives, Lord Marcus. We will be happy to serve you. "
Duque thought for a moment. His plan did indeed require someone to run errands.
"Then after everything is done, come to Moon Creek Town and wait for me. I will be back in two weeks at most."
"Alright."
Duque had already asked around. The current Moon Creek Town was not the desolate town that was controlled by the Defias Brotherhood and was filled with bandits and bandits.
As a pioneer town at the borders of Stormwind, there were more than a thousand residents and a lord. The baron had formed a militia of a hundred men as a necessary military force.
Perhaps this was the predecessor of the Western Wilderness People's Army in the future.
Duque's target was not there. Instead, he set his sights on the northern coastline of the Western Wilderness. There were many … Fishmen there!
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