How many decades do you have in your life?
Even though Duque was theoretically immortal and had an endless lifespan, he did not have a decade to squander in a world as dangerous as Azeroth.
When Duque encountered a bottleneck in his training in Karazhan and could not advance, Duque could live a depraved life of threesome every day.
Even Alexstrasza once said to Duque, "You're too impatient! Not only do you lack the accumulation of mana, but you also lack the proficiency and experience to use mana. I know you're a genius, but no matter how much of a genius you are, you can't do what mortals need a hundred years to do in ten years. "
Duque shook his head, but he did not give up and continued to work hard.
Didn't you see the situation in the later stages of history where demigods were as common as dogs and ancient gods were everywhere?
Didn't you see even the Creation Titans kneeling one after another?
Didn't you see almost all the Dragon Aspects perish?
But Duque did not!
It was this foresight that filled him with a thirst for power all year round.
Unable to accumulate more mana and change the mana in his body from quantitative to qualitative, Duque quietly thought about his own path.
Am I really a gifted genius mage who specializes in some kind of magic and has a Body of Frost and Body of Fire?
Am I a true master of magic, a master of learning who can understand any magic, no matter how long, obscure, or incredible it is?
Am I the lucky star who has great luck, wins big prizes every day, has fortuitous encounters every week, and opens treasure troves every year? Am I the lucky star who can do everything?
Every time he asked himself, the answer was no.
Then how did I get to such a high position?
There were only two answers. One was the deep memory of the original history as a transmigrator. The other was the omnipotent System Elf in terms of data.
As a powerful Mage who had fought at least a thousand duels in front of the Steel Stove Castle in the game, Duke could be said to have beaten up Warriors, Thieves, and Hunters. In fact, he had fought almost all of the nine main classes.
Except for a certain despicable priest who was willing to plant a flag on the edge of the Furnace Castle's cliff and try to use [Mind Control] to throw Duke down the cliff when the duel started …
Apart from those shameless Warlocks who were only willing to bring Hellhounds with high magic resistance to duels with wizards …
Duque had never been afraid of anyone.
At the end of the day, there was only one conclusion — the essence of a mage was never in their ability to deal damage, but in their control.
When it came to controlling the enemy, combined with his greatest advantage, the System Elves, what could be born?
The answer was obvious!
If it was said that whoever had more strength would be the winner in a battle, then there was no need to fight at all. Everyone who fought in melee would compete with their muscles, and those who used magic would compete with their magic power. The winner could immediately show off, and the loser would be kicked out on the spot.
Duque narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the sky.
Supported by an icy mist, Antonidas stood proudly in the air. When he heard that Duque had practiced a new move, he also laughed. "New move? Very good! I want to see what kind of new move you, a genius wizard who has never had a master and reached the peak of the Radiant Moon realm on your own, can come up with. "
"You won't be disappointed." Duque smiled calmly.
"Hmph —"
At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly moved, and an icy pillar of light descended like lightning. It landed on the Great Lich's body, as if it had draped an incomparably large ice robe with sparkling snowflakes coiled around it.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The great lich's robe's sleeves fluttered in the wind.
This Breaking Dawn spell that was about to be cast seemed to contain the might of heaven and earth. Even the Radiant Moon wizards fighting thousands of meters away could clearly feel that the fire element in the atmosphere was being rapidly drawn away. No, perhaps it was being repelled.
In short, there was not a single drop of fire element left in the area where Duque and Antonidas were fighting. The power that Duque had drawn from the branch vein of the Sun Well dissipated in less than a hundredth of a second after reaching the surface.
"I'd like to see how a mere Radiant Moon wizard like you can withstand my most powerful spell without any external support —" Antonidas' roar reverberated in the surroundings, and he pointed at Duque with a withered finger. "Go!"
Go?
What do you mean go?
Everyone's doubts were immediately answered.
Suddenly, a wolf's howl came from the sky.
In less than three seconds, the echoing howls filled the sky, and the distant howls seemed to be approaching them at an astonishing speed. In just a moment, the howls seemed to be right next to their ears.
The sky started to tremble. It was clearly impossible for any creature to run or walk in the sky, but everyone could hear the sound of galloping horses.
Mograine, who was leading his army forward, pulled on the reins of his warhorse and stopped it. The middle-aged Paladin who wasn't wearing a helmet couldn't help but change his expression. It wasn't just him and the knights around him who stopped at the same time. Even the High Elves' army stopped in their tracks, and more than 200,000 people looked in the direction of the howls.
A pack of snow-white wolves. To the people who lived in the Land of Ice, snow wolves were not rare.
However, ordinary wolves could not fly.
Even those who clearly knew what kind of creature the howls came from could not be sure.
It was a pack of wolves soaring in the sky, weaving back and forth and drawing dazzling white lines in the air.
Just based on their form, they were Northrend's wargs.
However, their bodies were larger than horses, and the cold mana that lingered around them made it hard for anyone to be certain.
If anything went wrong, the legends of these terrifying creatures would spread throughout the entire Eastern Kingdom from today onwards.
Northrend's wargs weren't scary.
A simple [Blizzard] spell wasn't scary either.
However, when Antonidas used [Blizzard] to smash out countless icicles, and every icicle had the soul of a warg, they knew how to attack in groups, find flaws, and attack in groups. Coupled with the terrifying dark mana that the Lich King had bestowed upon them, the power of this combination was more than a hundred times greater than that of a mere wolf pack.
"Duque! If you don't want to die in the wolves' mouths and be torn to pieces before being painfully resurrected as a Lich, you should obediently submit to His Majesty the Lich King! "Antonidas shouted.
"Pfft!" Duque burst out laughing. "I'm not going to submit to someone who was defeated by me."
"Hmph! Don't blame me then! "
More than a hundred Northrend wargs brazenly pounced on Duque.
As they pounced, Duque lightly grabbed with his hand, and the world around him trembled slightly. Duque's mana wasn't strong, but it was as if he had grabbed the strings of a puppet, and the dozens of giant wolves dissipated in the air.
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