Chapter 8: Attacked

Countless innocent girls sent Qiu Bo to Duke, who was still a bit stunned, and fully displayed his youthful beauty.
As an annual trial, of course, it is impossible to be the examiner alone, and there are many veterans who have successfully entered various colleges to help.
These warrior colleges, thieves colleges ... the first and second year of each major college are all inexplicable.
The layman looks lively and the insider looks at the doorway.
For example, the deputy of the old mage who just arrived, the sophomore of the mage school, the female mage apprentice Sasha was shocked.
"How is this possible ... This power is already comparable to [Pyroblast]! The Duke academy actually played the [Pyroblast] effect with the fireball spell model?"
"This is a mage apprentice? I am afraid that many formal mages are unable to exert this power?"
"Oh my God, if you say this, you don't know how many people's glasses are broken and how many people's hearts are scared!"
"Genius, no wonder the teacher said that he is a genius who meets forever."
"Hell, I ’m starting to worship him as a middle-level apprentice! It ’s over. Maybe it ’s not too long before Master Duke can surpass me and become a high-level apprentice. Now. "
Sasha looked enviously at Duke, who was in the spotlight.
In fact, not only the civilians and apprentices, the teachers of the Master's College, after receiving the magic message, also boiled, one by one, and vented their excitement.
"Hahaha! We finally have another genius. Dalaran has Kel'Thuzad, Ronin, and Kael'thas, we come and go with only one Khadgar. Now there is finally a promising young man Guy. "
The mage and old men were ecstatic.
Stormwind City is not a place where spells prevail. In terms of overall mage standards, it is far behind Dalaran, the holy land of human mages.
But the two sides never stopped fighting. Khadgar was an autobiographical disciple of Stormwind's court mage, Medivh, and was barely able to compete with several talented disciples taught by Anthony Darth, the leader of Master Dalaran's Kirin Tor.
However, a Khadgar is really weak and can't compete with the talents of Dalaran in batches.
Now, all of them seemed to foresee the rise of a wicked genius.
Others were thrilled and blood boiled all over the body.
Duke didn't feel that real.
No matter what the future looks like or what senior officials have, Duke has no real sense.
He just felt like a mess, because Duke accidentally heard a sentence: "Praise the great King Ryan Wrynn!"
Of course, there is the word of the great court mage Medivh.
At this moment, Duke's face turned blue.
Ryan Wrynn-King of Stormwind, the key is, if Duke remembers it right, on this timeline, a guy named Gul'dan unified all the orc tribes, formed a tribe, and motivated to prepare to leapfrog large Portal [Dark Gate], attack the planet Azeroth.
Ryan will die in the first large-scale orc invasion, and the storm city where Duke is located will be captured by the Horde, and the entire city and even the entire kingdom will be destroyed.
If it is said that Aurelia's appearance before, just let Duke determine that the timeline is before the [Dark Gate] event, then this time Duke is extremely sure that this big event is almost in sight.
When I think about it, Duke is not good!
Of course, I am glad to be a mage. But for the upcoming large-scale war, Duke felt for the first time that the time was so urgent!
Escape is useless!
War will sweep the entire world, from Stormwind City to Ironforge, Whitewater Fort, Alterac, and Lordaeron. It can be said that there is almost no place in the world that is safe.
And not only this time, in addition to the orc war, in the future there will be a lot of messy strong enemies such as the Lich King ’s Scourge Army, the Demon King Sargeras's Burning Army, and Azeroth. Hide from it.
Don't want to die, die, and finally become a ghoul, the only way is to become stronger!
Become better than anyone!
Even about the progress of the upcoming war!
Become the hero of the world and even the leader of the world!
Duke didn't know exactly when the first orc war would arrive, and the dark door opened. The completely different calendar calculation in the game made Duke lose the standard of evaluation. And the most important thing is that the system has been fluctuating around 80% in accordance with the existing Azeroth World's fit assessment.
In other words, there are many, many variables.
Duke discarded distractions, and he knew that he, a traverser without any aristocratic status, could only go all the way to the dark on the road of the Lord. Either gain a foothold in this world as a hero, or become a ghoul, there is no third way at all!
It was late at night, and Duke could hear many voices mentioning his name near the North County Abbey. Civilians were excitedly talking about everything about his Duke during the day.
"Huh! It feels good to be a man of the moment." With his hands on the windowsill, Duke said to himself.
At this time, someone from Piansheng talked: "Yes! Unfortunately, only half a day."
"Uh ... heh--" There wasn't enough time to respond, and Du Ke came back with a sharp pain in his brain.
[Sap]! ?
Thieves?
Accompanied by the pain is violent vertigo, the kind of transfer of Duke can not distinguish between east and west.
The next instant, the cervical spine was attacked, and a sharp dagger pierced the skin of Duke's neck. However, Duke did not feel pain, but felt a tingling paralysis in his brain.
[Cerebral palsy poison]?
Duke no matter how stupid he knew, he was definitely attacked by a thief, and he was a very clever and sophisticated thief. Duke didn't know if there would be a level issue in this world. Anyway, through the system, Duke saw a large skull marked on the opponent's head, which was not something he could compete with at all.
The other party was so careful that he was obviously treated as a professional mage.
There was no room to fight back, and the next moment, Duke found himself kicked, his mouth widened instinctively, trying to breathe, but at that moment he didn't know what was being stuffed.
"Woohoo ..." That was Duke's extremely uncomfortable murmur.
Before passing out, he saw an unfamiliar face covered with a black scarf under his nose.
who are you! ?
Duke squirmed, trying to ask, but couldn't utter a word.
The face under the towel should be smirking, without answering, the guy just carried Duke up, and the wind jumped out of the window.