Duque was almost scared to death on the spot.
Are you asking me to delete my character and start all over again?
"Huh?" Duque pointed at his face in surprise. "I'm a Mage!"
Alonsos was taken aback, and immediately laughed. "No, no, no, you misunderstood. Although I personally created the profession of Paladin, it's also because Priests and Paladins have common characteristics. I don't have the wisdom to cross different power systems to turn a Mage into a Priest. "
"That's …"
"The fact that Nesario transformed into the Lord of Pristo and almost became one of the kings of the Alliance deeply touched me. Although this is a part of human nature, it also made me alert. If the important members of the Alliance are corrupted by evil and fall spiritually, the consequences will be devastating. "
Duque thought to himself, Uh, are you a quack too? Did you also foresee the fall of Arthas and Kael 'thas?
Who knew that Alonsos's slap in the face, which was clearly unintentional, made Du's face swell.
Archbishop Alonsos said directly, "Actually, the person I'm most worried about is you, Duque."
"Me!?" Duque pointed at himself bitterly.
"Yes! In the entire Alliance, the one I admire the most, but also worry about the most, is you. "
Duque: "…"
Is this a compliment or a criticism?
Is this a form of flattery?
"You have the most outstanding military talent since Thoradin The Great. No king, marshal, or general can match your talent in commanding. You are also likely to become the greatest Mage in human history. As long as you are given enough time, it is not surprising that you surpass the previous guardian, Medivh. But I found that you have a fatal weakness. Your will is too weak compared to your power. "
You can even find this?
"Actually, you're not the only one who has a weakness. Since ancient times, almost all heroes who became famous at a young age have similar weaknesses. They reach the peak of their achievements at a very young age, then lose themselves and their direction in the midst of flowers and applause. They had forgotten their original intentions, forgotten their own hearts. They pursue illusory fame too much, and in the end, they fall. In fact, there are many saints in the Cathedral of Light who have fallen to the devil's minions. "
No, no, no, I know very well that the Burning Legion will come. I don't have the capital to fall. And the Burning Legion … I don't even love succubi.
How can I fall in love with someone with a different style?
Completely unaware of Duke's thoughts, Alonsos continued to sigh, "I'm not denying your achievements and status. However, if something were to happen to you, the core power of the Alliance, the Alliance, it would be no less than Nesario's attack on the Long Sleep Temple back. "
For a moment, Du Ke felt as though a hundred thousand alpacas were galloping in his heart.
Are you, you? Are you trying to say I might become the second Nesario?
If it was anyone else who said this to Duke, Duke would definitely slap them without any explanation. But towards Alonsos, a true saint who had dedicated his life to the people, especially a saint who was about to die, Duke could not bring himself to be angry.
Duque lowered his head slightly. "Your Grace is right. My temperament does need to be tempered."
Alright, I'll accept it.
Alonsos waved his hand. "No! I'm the one who's being rude. Duque, you've proven yourself several times under the temptation and coercion of the devil, yet I still doubt you. It's my fault. Unfortunately, with Aegwynn and Medivh as precedents, I still hope that you can accept the power of Holy Light that contains my will. "
"Hmm?"
"I swear, this power of Holy Light will not destroy your body or soul. Its only function is to automatically fight back for you when your body and soul are invaded by the devil. I dare not say that I can resist the power of a Greater Demon, but high-level demons are not a problem. "
"Phew!" Duque heaved a sigh of relief. "In that case, I have no objections."
"Actually, I also know that you Mages don't like … Uh, wait, you agree?" As a preacher who taught people to be kind, Alonsos's talent in verbal cannons was undoubtedly top-notch. He was already mentally prepared to guide Duque to be kind no matter what.
Because if Duque fell, the Alliance would really be in trouble.
Who would have thought that Duque had always been worried about not having enough humanity?
Previously, Gul 'dan had activated the curse that Sargeras had left on Duque, which had drained a lot of Duque's humanity. Duque had never been able to replenish it.
At the end of the day, Duque was still someone who was afraid of death. Fearlessness and whatnot never happened to him. But under external pressure, he was always able to erupt with unprecedented courage at the critical moment.
This time, Duque had chosen to accept it because he was also afraid of death.
Duque had had enough of the Greater Demon's curse. That level of curse would not only consume one's life and soul, but even worse was the contamination of one's spirit and will. This was not something that could be withstood with just a firm will.
Duque was not Bolvar. When he asked himself if his body was constantly being burned by flames, the first thing he would have to do was to surrender. Chief Shaman of the Burning Legion! Elder, please accept me as your disciple. I don't ask for anything. Just give me two coquettish sluts. Oh, no, two succubus secretaries.
Cough cough!
Duque discovered one thing. If Ner 'zhul was chosen by Kil' jaeden as the Lich King because of his talent in controlling a large number of undead subordinates, then Duque, who had the system elf, seemed to be more suitable to be the Lich King than Ner 'zhul!
After advancing to a Radiant Moon Archmage, Duque discovered that the upper limit of his control had greatly increased. Now, he could control up to 512 Magic Hands at the same time, and could launch 256 of the highest level of [Flame Blast] at the same time.
Duque could not imagine what would happen if he, a transmigrator with super multi-casting talent and super group mind control ability, degenerated into a Lich King …
Uh, wouldn't that mean that the World of Azeroth would definitely kneel?
For the sake that the fierce girl beside him did not have to turn against him, for the sake that he did not have to open a harem as a dead person, for the sake of the few benefits of transmigrators, Duque was determined to fight against evil to the end.
Looking at Duque's complicated eyes, Alonsos felt very strange. He had seen countless people in his life: noble, despicable, hypocritical, and despicable. He dared to say that he could see through a person's character at a glance.
But the feeling that Duque gave him was always the most special one.
Obviously, Duque looked like a little ruffian. He did not have a firm belief, did not have enough courage to do big things, and at most had a little cleverness. But every time at a critical moment, he would give people a contradictory feeling, and one could fully see the flash of humanity in him.
Haha! Perhaps it was because of this contradiction that he was human.
Alonsos Faol extended his hand to Duque!
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