Duque … felt very uncomfortable.
His entire body was holding on.
That terrible feeling was like forcing an ordinary person who liked to eat vegetarian food to participate in a eating contest and make him swallow 100 hot dogs in one go.
What was worse was that it was an expired hot dog.
The dark forces kept tearing at Duque's soul. They used all kinds of words and all kinds of scenes to tempt Duque.
Destroy!
Destroy!
Destroy everything that you don't like!
Possess!
Seize!
Occupy everything that you like the most!
Countless thoughts attacked Duque's soul.
They forced Duque to vent again and again, to release the negative emotions in the depths of his soul.
Normally, if Duque was an ordinary native of Azeroth, unless he was a saint like Uther, he would have fallen long ago.
Because the terrifying curse forced Duque to destroy 100 worlds, 1,000 castles, and occupy 10,000 beauties.
Fortunately, transmigrators had their own way of releasing pressure.
It was a unique virtual space in Azeroth.
"Hahaha! I'm the master of my world! " Duque laughed loudly as he created 100 worlds in 'SimCity'. Then, he summoned natural disasters, either flooding or burning them, destroying the 100 worlds.
"Just castles, be destroyed under my iron hooves —" Duque laughed maniacally as he wantonly raided houses in 'Exile Conan', destroying the 1,000 castles that foreigners had painstakingly built.
"Teachers! Submit to Duque's godly sword! Wahahahaha! " Duque laughed sinisterly as he immersed himself in the 10 terabyte action movies that he had watched before. He wreaked havoc and fought with the teachers over and over again.
After completing all the requirements, Duque suddenly woke up!
His head was very heavy.
His eyelids were very heavy.
Even so, Duque still felt that his hands were tightly held by a pair of warm and soft hands.
"He's awake!?"
"He's really awake?"
"Everyone, be careful!"
The surroundings were in a state of chaos.
Duque slowly opened his eyelids and saw two beautiful faces with tears in their eyes. Then, the rest of the passersby like Turalyon and Thrall were all ignored by Duque.
"F * ck! I actually changed from a European commander to an African chief, "Duque said something that no one understood the moment he opened his mouth.
Duque didn't expect anyone to understand his self-deprecating way of saying that he had fallen from a lucky star to an unlucky ghost.
But I don't feel comfortable if I don't complain!
For some reason, Duque's strange way of speaking made the Holy Knights at the side heave a sigh of relief.
"Holy Light above, Duque, I truly admire you. You've been corrupted by the power of darkness, yet you're still able to maintain your consciousness. "Mograine placed the large [Ashbringer] beside his hand.
Turalyon, on the other hand, was in a dilemma. His rationality told him to remain vigilant. After all, the fall could happen in an instant. Perhaps the fallen Duque still retained his cunning, and this was purely to numb people.
What was interesting was that apart from him, everyone chose to believe that Duque had survived. Even the leaders of the tribe heaved a long sigh of relief.
"What? Duque is awake? " Cain, who was more than four meters tall and had a huge body, actually shamelessly climbed up the stairs to the highest floor of the Mage Tower when he heard the commotion. He stuck half his head out of the door and kept looking.
"Duque, are you alright?!" The tear ducts of the two queens were too developed. Their tears flowed endlessly like a broken dam.
"How can I be alright … Wait a moment, let me see if I can examine myself." Duque sighed and summoned the System Elf, "Hey, System Elf, if you're not dead, let out a grunt."
"Hmph!"
Duque was speechless.
"Uh, help me examine my body …"
"Host, I've already finished my examination. You're currently in a [Shadow Form] that can't be switched."
"Huh?! Wait! Wasn't I cursed? "
"If you're talking about Archimonde's curse before he died, then it should be a very high priority and compulsive mental suggestion. By asking you to complete a specified depravity event, it will cause your mind to naturally distort. However, you've already completed all the compulsive requirements with the virtual reality simulation. Now, according to my assessment, your mental health is at 60%. "
"Ah, so I've lost 40%!" Duque secretly sighed.
"No, host, you've only lost 15% of your mental health because of the curse. By the way, before you came to Azeroth, the host's mental health index was 55%. "
Huh! Wait! Something's wrong!
Duque wanted to shut the System Elf up, but it was too late.
"Before the host came to Azeroth, you were just a young man who failed many subjects and almost had to repeat a year in his first year. Then, your heart was filled with dissatisfaction with the status quo and a strong desire for the opposite sex. After you came to Azeroth, as the host's social status increased and you received love from the opposite sex, your mental health index peaked at 80%. Host, your mental health peaked at 80%. Before today's battle, it was 75%. "
"It's dirty! Shut up! "Duque's face darkened.
Alright, he was completely black now, so he couldn't tell.
The System Elf obediently fell silent.
After a while, Duque said, "Tell me the possible solution."
The next moment, Duque's consciousness returned to reality.
Duque said slowly, "Where's my Holy Sword?"
"Here!" Vanessa hurriedly handed over the slender holy sword.
Looking at the once unknown Holy Sword, Duque was suddenly speechless. For some reason, most Divine Weapons in Azeroth had long, human-like names, such as [Azeroth's Dual Blades] or [Atiesh, the Legendary Staff of the Guardian].
He had always been vexed. Why didn't his Divine Weapon have a name?
Only later did he realize that Divine Weapons had to awaken their true names.
According to the System Elf, when you truly merged with the will of the Divine Weapon, the most realistic image in your mind and that name would automatically become the name of the new Divine Weapon.
In the end, what did Duke, who had a sword in one hand and a staff in the other, think of when he killed Ack?
Once upon a time, in the epic fantasy movie The Lord of the Rings, there was a powerful mage who did not know any spells at all. He only had the Illuminating Spell, and the rest of his talents were all Dual Wield, Berserk, and other messy Talent Skills. He also held a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right, sweeping through thousands of orcs without panting.
That's right, he was the famous White Robed Sword Sage, Gandalf.
In the end, the moment Duque killed Archimonde, he thought of Mr. Dry Tofu.
Alright, something had happened. Duque picked up the slender Holy Sword Sage, and there were a few words written on it.
[Gandalf, the Legendary Sword of the White Robed Sword Sage]
Duque almost spat out a mouthful of ketchup.
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