After entering, Duque was a bit puzzled.
Just like in World of Warcraft, there were many recruitment points for different classes.
However, unlike in 3D games, this was a real world.
The warrior recruitment point had the most people. Looking at the warrior examiners and candidates, all of whom had arms thicker than Duque's thighs, Duque knew that he had no chance.
Was this a gathering of the devil's muscular men?
"Anger! To become a warrior, you must sense anger first! It's not the anger of someone stabbing you in the butt with a knife. It's the anger that you can sense when it's turned into energy! "the examiner yelled loudly.
Duque thought, Anger? I have a perverted heart. Does that count as anger?
The hunter exam wasn't something that a college animal like Duque could handle. Shooting an apple from 30 yards away with a bow and arrow? Except for the archery team of the sports school, which college animal had ever touched a bow and arrow?
Rogues weren't reliable either. It was a test of agility. Just like the Wave-like Subtle Steps, they could 'fly' across a river that was more than ten meters wide by relying on three small stones at different distances above the water.
What was even more ridiculous was that a few guys actually did it. If it were before Duque traveled to this world, these guys could go on TV shows like water parks and win big prizes!
However, this was only the entry trial for novice Thieves!?
At this moment, Duque's mind was filled with countless thoughts.
Even though he knew a lot about the future of the world of Azeroth, he couldn't use it carelessly. If he was in a low position, no one would listen to him. At the very least, he had to get a high position. Unfortunately, it was extremely difficult to integrate into this fantasy world that was similar to the European Middle Ages!
Suddenly, there was a clamor, and Duque seemed to hear people cheering, "Salute Sir Brando who killed the ferocious wild boar prince for the people!"
The crowd was excited.
The young people from other places were still a little confused, but all the locals gathered around him excitedly, giving their best wishes to the noble young master surrounded by the crowd.
There were so many people that Duque couldn't see what the young master looked like. However, it didn't prevent Duque from seeing the wild boar skin that was held high by four servants on a wooden shelf.
As if struck by lightning, Duque's mind was in a daze.
Wasn't this boar the Lord Boar who had killed him not long ago and was then killed by Alleria with a gorgeous Three Arrows Strike?
"Honorable Sir Brando, how did you kill this ferocious giant wild boar?" someone asked loudly.
Immediately, Duque heard a sharp male voice. "Hahaha! I'm a once-in-a-century magic genius. A mere wild boar can be killed with a fireball. "
Someone immediately echoed, "That's right! That's right! Sir Brando is a wizard genius! He has passed the magic trial and become a member of the Stormwind City Royal Magic Academy! "
"Praise Sir Brando!" the crowd shouted in unison.
I've seen shamelessness! I've never seen such shamelessness!
Duque was very unhappy to hear such a blatant claim of credit. This wild boar that killed me was clearly killed by the demon queen Aurelia. What does it have to do with a damn noble like you?
But there was someone else who was even more infuriated.
A slim figure hidden in the treetops snorted coldly. She glanced at Duque, who didn't react. She was still sulking when she was just led away, but now she immediately thought that this might be an opportunity to force Duque to show his true abilities.
Looking at the holy medicine in her hand that could save people as long as they had a breath left, she secretly spat. "At worst, I'll come back and save you."
The next second, a voice that was 70% similar to Duque's came with the wind.
"Sir Brando's Fireball is really amazing! Two Fireballs shot into the 'prince's' eyeballs like arrows, and one hit the 'prince's' throat. There are fatal wounds everywhere! Look, there are no burn marks on the 'prince's' fur. Sir Brando is so awesome — "
As soon as the voice came out, the crowd was dead silent.
Everyone's necks seemed to have instantly become rusty machines. They struggled to twist their necks and looked at the almost perfect wild boar skin.
Most of the people were ignorant. They blindly worshipped the powerful Pharaoh who used mysterious power, but as long as they thought about it carefully, they would understand why a Fireball couldn't burn the wild boar skin.
In fact, such a clumsy act of falsely claiming credit was not unnoticed. But it was already the norm for nobles to falsely claim credit, and those with a bit of brain chose to be silent. After all, it wasn't a crime to fool the ignorant subjects.
But a hothead revealed the truth, and there was no way to clean up the mess.
In fact, when Duque heard this voice, he already felt that something was wrong.
What made him feel the most inexplicable was when he saw a system notification.
"You have been affected by a powerful mysterious person who used the skill [Mislead] on you. The threat value that was previously caused to Brando will all be transferred to you."
What?
What the hell is this?
[Mislead] can be used like this? This is not logical!
At this moment, Duque knew he had been tricked. Although he immediately realized who was tricking him, the problem was, at this moment, where could he find a river to jump into to clear his name!
Duque's face instantly turned pale.
And Brando easily used [Mislead] to produce a telepathic connection with him, and immediately saw Duque in the crowd.
"You … You … What are you saying? You lowly commoner, are you saying that I, Sir Brando, who has the bloodline of Thoradin The Great, am lying and claiming credit? " The crowd suddenly parted like a tide, revealing the main character that Duque had pushed to the highest point of the storm. It was a blond young man with an awl shaped face and a mean face. He was glaring angrily at Duke with his eyes open.
The bloodline of Thoradin The Great was just a common way for the nobles to flatter themselves. There was only one person who was truly recognized by the nobles as having the bloodline of Thoradin The Great, and his name was Anduin Lothar.
In fact, when the Elven Ranger General spoke, Duque had the idea of leaving decisively. But for some reason, when the Elven General said what he wanted to say but did not dare to say, Duque felt that the resentment in his heart had been vented a lot.
He did not know why Aurelia was here, but since she refused to let Brando claim credit, if he shrank back, she would hate him, right?
Even though she unkindly tricked him with [Mislead].
Besides, was Aurelia the Great Demon King more powerful, or was it just a piece of sh * t Brando he had never heard of who was more powerful? Even if he thought with his toes, he would know.
It seemed impossible to curry favor with both sides.
So, Duque decisively chose to increase his reputation with Aurelia the Great Demon King.
Duque also smiled and looked at the young noble named Brando without fear, "No, I just want to see how the great genius mage Brando can throw a Fireball as small as an arrow and kill such a big wild boar in seconds."
Of course, Brando could not do it. If he could do it, he would at least be at the level of a high-level mage. His awl-like face suddenly swelled to the color of a pig's liver, and he almost shouted at the top of his voice, "Lowly commoner, you are not even a professional, you don't even have the right to question me!"
At this time, Vice-Captain Virie, who had just helped Duque, came near Duque and whispered, "Sorry, Duque, commoners have no right to question any action of the nobles, because the commoners themselves are the property of the lord. I don't know where you come from, and I don't know why your parents did not mention the general laws of this human kingdom to you. But I have to remind you, offending a noble is not a rational thing to do. "
Duque's body trembled. He seemed to feel Aurelia staring at him, and immediately asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to yield to that bastard?"
Vice-Captain Virie's eyes dimmed, "Child, honesty is a rare virtue. I don't want to hurt you, but the truth is — outside of Northshire Abbey, I can't guarantee your safety. And Brando has the double identity of a noble and a mage apprentice, even the ordinary nobles will not choose to go against him. "
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