Countless innocent girls threw flirtatious glances at Duque, who was still in a daze, showing off their youthful beauty.
As an annual trial, of course, it was not just the examiners. There were also many older students who had successfully entered the various academies who came to help out.
These Warrior Academies, Thief Academies … the first-year and second-year students of the various academies were all shocked.
Amateurs enjoyed the show, while experts appreciated the artistry.
For example, the assistant of the old mage who had just arrived, the female mage apprentice Sasha, was shocked to the point where she felt like her soul had been shattered.
"How is this possible … This power is already comparable to [Flame Blast]! Junior Duque actually used the spell model of a fireball to create the effect of [Flame Blast]? "
"This is a mage apprentice? I'm afraid many official mages can't do this? "
"Heavens, if this gets out, I don't know how many people's glasses would be shattered and how many people's hearts would be broken!"
"Genius, no wonder the teacher said that he is a true genius that only appears once in ten thousand years."
"What the hell, even a middle-ranked apprentice like me is starting to worship him! It's over, it's over, maybe Junior Duque will surpass me soon and become a high-ranked apprentice. No, no, no, maybe he will become an official mage soon. "
Sasha looked at Duque enviously, who had become the center of attention.
In fact, it was not just the commoners and apprentices, even the teachers of the mage academies were excited after receiving the magic message. They all spread the news and vented their excitement.
"Hahaha! We finally have another genius. The Dalajan has Kel 'Thuzad, Rhonin, and Kael' thas, but we only have Khadgar. Now, we finally have a little guy with a bright future. "
The old mages were all ecstatic.
Stormwind City was not a place where magic was popular. The overall standard of mages was far behind the holy land of human mages, the Dalajan.
But the two sides never stopped competing. Khadgar was the direct disciple of Stormwind City's court mage, Medivh. In terms of power, he could barely compete with the genius disciples of the Dalajan mage organization, Kirin Tor's leader, Antonidas.
However, a single Karthika was too weak, and he could not compare to the many geniuses of Dalaran.
Now, all of them seemed to foresee the rise of a monstrous genius.
The others were extremely excited, their blood boiling.
Everyone else was extremely excited, their blood boiling.
What glorious future? What high position and generous salary? Du Ke did not feel any of it was real.
His mind was in a whirl as Duke overheard someone say, "Praise the great King Ryan Wrynn!"
Of course, there was also the term court mage, Medivh.
At this moment, Duque's face turned green.
Laing Wrynn, the king of Stormwind City. The key was, if Duque remembered correctly, in this timeline, a guy named Gul 'dan unified all the Orc tribes, formed the Horde, and prepared to cross the large portal, [The Dark Portal], to attack planet Azeroth.
And Laing would die in the first large-scale Orc invasion. Moreover, the Stormwind City that Duque was in would be attacked by the Horde, and the whole city, and even the whole kingdom, would be destroyed.
If Aurelia's appearance before was to let Duque confirm that the timeline was before the [Dark Portal] incident, then this time, Duque was very sure that this big event was almost right in front of him.
Thinking about this, Duque felt terrible!
Being able to become a mage was something to be happy about. But regarding the upcoming large-scale war, for the first time, Duque felt that time was so tight!
There was no use in trying to escape!
War would sweep the whole world, from Stormwind City to Iron Furnace Fort, to Rapids Fort, to Alterac, to Lordaeron. It could be said that there was almost no place in the world that was safe.
And not only this time, other than the Orc War, there would also be the Lich King's Scourge Army, the Demon King Sargeras' Burning Legion, and many other powerful enemies that would visit Azeroth. It was not something that could be avoided even if one wanted to.
If one didn't want to die, die, and finally become a ghoul, the only way was to become stronger!
Become stronger than anyone else!
And even influence the course of the upcoming war!
Become the hero of the world, and even the leader of the world!
Duque didn't know when exactly the first Orc War would come, and whether that damned Dark Portal had opened. The calendar calculation was completely different from the game, and this made Duque lose the scale of evaluation. And most importantly, the system's evaluation of the World of Azeroth had been fluctuating around 80%.
In other words, there were many variables.
Duque got rid of all distracting thoughts. He knew that as a transmigrator without any noble status, he could only walk the path of the Pharaoh all the way to the dark. Either he established himself in this world as a hero, or he became a ghoul. There was no third option!
It was late at night, and Duque could hear many voices mentioning his name near Northshire Abbey. The commoners were excitedly discussing everything about him, Duque, during the day.
"Phew! It feels good to be a famous person, "Duque mumbled to himself as he placed his hands on the windowsill.
At this time, someone said, "Yes! Too bad it's only half a day. "
"Uh … Cough —" Before he could react, Duque suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his head.
[Sap]!?
Rogue?
Along with the pain came a violent dizziness, and the dizziness made Duque lose his sense of direction.
The next moment, his neck was attacked. A sharp dagger pierced through the skin at the back of Duque's neck, but Duque did not feel any pain. Instead, he felt a tingling numbness in his head.
[Cerebral Paralysis Poison]?
No matter how stupid Duque was, he knew that he had definitely been ambushed by a rogue, and a very skilled one at that. Duque did not know if there was such a thing as levels in this world, but through the system, Duque saw a large skull mark above the opponent's head. This was not something he could fight against.
The opponent was being very careful, and it was obvious that they were treating him like a professional mage.
There was no way for Duque to fight back. The next moment, Duque found himself kicked to the ground. His mouth instinctively opened wide, and he wanted to breathe, but at that moment, something was stuffed in his mouth.
"Woo woo …" It was Duque's indistinct cries of extreme discomfort.
Before he fainted, he saw an unfamiliar face with a black cloth covering the area below the nose.
Who … are … you!?
Duque's mouth moved, and he wanted to ask, but he could not spit out a word.
The face under the cloth was probably grinning. There was no answer, and the guy just lifted Duque up and jumped out of the window like the wind.
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