Chapter 5: Take the effort

After entering, Duke was a little stunned.
As in World of Warcraft, there are separate recruitment points for many professions.
But it's completely different from 3D games, this is a real world.
There are the most recruiting points for soldiers. Looking at the examiner's career examiners and those candidates, all of them have thicker arms than Duke's thighs, Duke knew that he was out of action.
Is this the devil muscle flesh gathering?
"Rage! To become a warrior professional, you must first sense anger! It is not the anger that a household knife stabbed your butt, but the energy that can be substantially sensed by the anger!" The examiner's loud voice roared.
Duke pondered: Angry? I have a strong heart, can I count it as anger?
Hunter exams are not something Duke can do. Shoot an apple 30 yards away with a bow and arrow? Except for the sports school bow and arrow team, which university has experienced bow and arrow this year?
The thief is not reliable, but it is a test of agility. Just like the Lingbo microstep, it relies on three small stones that stand out of the water, ranging in distance from each other, to "fly" past a ten-meter-wide river.
It's ridiculous that several guys did it. Before the Duke crossing, such guys can win prizes on TV shows in the water park category!
However, what he meows is just a trial for novice rogues! ?
At this moment, Duke had many thoughts in his head.
Even if he knows a lot about the world of Azeroth, this is not a mess. If the status is low, no one will listen to him. At least you must achieve a high position. Unfortunately, it is not difficult to integrate into this fantasy world that is a bit like the medieval Europe!
Suddenly, there was a hustle and bustle, and Duke seemed to hear the people cheering: "Salute to Sir Brando who killed the people and killed the fierce wild boar 'Prince'."
The crowd was boiling.
The young people from outside are still a little bit stunned, but all the locals are happily surrounding them, giving the grandest blessing to the nobleman surrounded by the crowd.
There are too many people. What does the noble boy look like? Duke didn't see it. This did not prevent Duke from seeing the wild boar skin raised high by the four servants on wooden shelves.
If Hun was hit by a thunderbolt, Duke's head exploded.
Isn't this wild boar the wild boar king who killed him not long ago, and then he brought Aurelia back to kill with a gorgeous string of three arrows?
"Hello Sir Brando, how did you kill this fierce giant wild boar?" A crowd asked loudly.
Immediately, Duke heard a sharp male voice: "Hahaha! I am a hundred-year-old magic genius, and a wild boar or something, it will be fired in one shot."
Someone echoed on the spot: "Yes! Yes! Sir Brando is a magic genius! He has passed the spell trial and has become part of the Stormwind Royal Academy of Spells!"
"Praise Sir Brando," the people shouted in unison.
Seen shameless! Never seen such shameless!
When Duke heard such a grandiose effort, Duke heard that his lungs were almost exploding: this man who killed my wild boar was obviously killed by the great demon king Aurelia. What's the matter with you aristocracy?
It stands to reason that a manly husband should be able to stretch and shrink like a little brother in the crotch. The partial Duke just couldn't swallow this breath.
The irresistible anger in his heart made the words burst out: "Sir Brando's fireball is really amazing! Two fireballs shot into the eyes of 'Prince' like arrows, and one fireball hit the 'Prince' "There are fatal wounds in your throat! You see, there are no traces of burning on the prince's fur. Sir Brando is so amazing-"
As soon as Duke spoke, the audience died.
Everyone's neck seemed to instantly turn into a rusty machine. They twisted their necks hard and looked at the almost perfect boar skin.
Most of the people are foolish. They blindly admire the strong man who uses mysterious power, but if you think about it, you will know why a fireball does not burn wild boar skin.
In fact, such clumsy behavior is not undetected. But it is normal for noble children to take credit for something. People with a little brain have rationally chosen to be silent. It is not a sin to fool the foolish leader anyway.
This gimmick, Duke, had the truth out, and it couldn't end now.
"You ... you ... what are you talking about? You idiot is talking about me with the blood of Lord Soradin-is Sir Brando lying and working?" The crowd suddenly separated, exposing that The protagonist who was pushed to the tip of the wind and waves by Duke-it was a young blond man with an awl face and a mean face. He was hanging his eyes and staring at Duke angrily.
King Soradin was the founding emperor of the Arathor Empire. He said that having his blood was just a common practice for nobles to put gold on their faces. There was only one who was truly recognized by the aristocracy as having the blood of Thoradin, and his name was Ando Lotsa.
In fact, when he spoke, Duke had a decisive idea. He felt himself too naive in this way. But the words were let out, but the anger in my heart a lot.
What is youth, youth is the natural energy.
Duke also laughed, staring at this aristocratic young man named Brando without fear: "No, I just want to see, the great hundred-year-old genius Master Brando, how did you throw fireball into a branch The arrow is so small and still powerful, killing such a wild boar in seconds. "
Of course, Brando cannot do it. If he can do this, he has at least the level of a high-level mage. His awl face suddenly swelled into a pig's liver color, almost roaring with a throaty voice: "Dalit, even a professional is not yours, not even questioning my qualifications!"
At this time, the deputy captain of Viry, who had just helped Duke, did not know when he came near Duke, and whispered, "Sorry, Duke, civilians are not qualified to question any behavior of the nobles, because the lords are the lord's own. I do n’t know where you came from, or why your parents did n’t tell you about the universal laws of this human kingdom. But I must remind you that it is not sensible to offend an aristocracy.

Duke trembled and whispered, "Do you want me to give in to that bastard?"
Deputy Captain Viry's eyes darkened: "Child, integrity is a valuable virtue. I don't want to hit you, but the truth is-out of North County Abbey, I can't guarantee your safety. And Brando has both aristocracy and apprenticeship. Identity, not even aristocracy will choose to oppose it. "