Chapter 10

In the next moment, the thief raised his left hand, and a cloak made of shadows suddenly spread out.

Even if Duke had not seen it with his own eyes, he understood that this must be the thief's divine skill, [Shadow Cloak]! This move had a 90% chance of blocking a spell in the game!

Damn!

How high is this thief's level!?

The guy's rolling and screaming were just an act!

Life is like a play, but now Duke's life was like a play.

Duke almost foresaw that he was going to die again. At this moment, Duke had already made up his mind that even if his corpse was desecrated or guarded, he would not resurrect.

Only now did Duke realize with shock that the soul power in the system prompt was still at 98, but the humanity had dropped to 88%.

"What's going on!?" Duke shouted in his mind.

The system sprite appeared: "Uh, because you were killed under extreme pain and resentment, this kind of death causes additional loss of humanity."

"What can I do?"

Fortunately, the system sprite wasn't that cruel and didn't say something like 'tough luck.' It answered seriously: "If you can kill your enemy, you should be able to recover half of the lost humanity."

Hell! Who said revenge leaves you empty!

Not taking revenge means 10%, taking revenge means 5%. There's no need to ask which one to choose.

But the premise is that you can take revenge!

Duke was almost on the verge of tears.

Time seemed to freeze, but in this critical moment, Duke suddenly stretched out his left hand and clenched it. The flames that should have been entangled around the thief suddenly leaped to the tip of the thief's nose, bursting into a dazzling light.

It was almost like a flashbang in the face!

The intense light was not something a thin eyelid could block.

Whether it was a gold-injected dog eye or a thief's eye, they all went blind!

Because of this somewhat absurd flash, the thief subconsciously stopped his [Shadow Cloak].

Like a scorching hurricane, the thief and his clothes exploded, and the trees around him suffered as well. Countless pieces of wood, stones, and human flesh and bones instantly expanded and scattered backward, then after a few seconds, they fell like countless fireflies dancing in the sky, withering away.

At the moment of the explosion, a barely visible light point flew out from the thief's destroyed body and shot into Duke's chest.

Of course, Duke didn't notice this anomaly at all because his eyes were also affected.

"Ugh!"

Everything happened too fast, almost too fast to react. Duke blinded the thief's eyes, and his own eyes were also watering from the intense light. The only thing he could be sure of was the system sprite's prompt.

"Congratulations, you have killed a thief of unknown level, and you have gained 8800 soul experience points." Despite the pain, Duke finally knew that the thief must have taken the full [Fireball] spell.

"Here, this is a handkerchief soaked in water. Laying it over your eyes should make you feel better." A somewhat unfamiliar yet familiar, pleasant female voice came.

Duke subconsciously took the handkerchief and laid it over his eyes. The dizziness caused by his eyes slightly subsided... Duke suddenly came to his senses.

Wait! Something seems wrong!

Duke took off the handkerchief with one hand, forcing himself to open his eyes. After the intense light, his eyes were very uncomfortable. Duke barely managed to see a pair of peaks of Hyjal Mountain wrapped in green armor.

Damn, it's Aurilia!

What's going on?

How did Aurilia end up here?

But if it's her, she wouldn't just kill people randomly, right?

According to the original historical development, Aurilia would become a recognized hero of the Alliance in the world of Azeroth, the embodiment of courage and justice. She first gained fame in the war between the high elves and the trolls, then was active on the front lines of the Alliance's resistance against the orc invasion...

Although Duke didn't know why Aurilia was here, he clearly felt relieved and slumped to the ground.

Duke felt relieved, but Aurilia was not.

"Hey, you're a strange one. What do you mean, you just looked at me and then slumped down? Do you know who I am? Hey!" Aurilia put her hands on her hips, looking like a mother tyrannosaurus about to explode.

"I... my mana is in chaos... let me catch my breath..."

Duke didn't know if this counted as killing an enemy above his level, but he definitely wasn't feeling well.

"Hmph!" Aurilia was so angry that her teeth itched. Seeing the human youth in such a bad state, she finally chose to remain silent.

In this world, the high elves were the true masters of magic. Aurilia, born into the noble Windrunner family, had received the legacy of rangers and hunters. However, after mixing with a group of mages for thousands of years, she could immediately tell that Duke was on the verge of a magical backlash.

Originally, for a few minutes, Aurilia almost thought Duke would be killed by the backlash. It was a miracle that she saw Duke do something that many formal mages couldn't do—he was orderly guiding the elements within his body back to their original positions, calming their flow.

This was not something a magic apprentice should be able to do.

Moreover, Duke was only nominally a magic apprentice; he hadn't even received a single day of systematic education.

Finally, Duke managed to open his eyes and looked at the beautiful and dangerous high elf hero in front of him, sighing, "Alright, when did you start following me?"

Aurilia smiled, and even in the darkness, her beauty was still captivating, highlighted by her golden hair that seemed to glow on its own.

"From the moment you escaped from the boars."

"You've been following me all along?"

Aurilia admitted it without hesitation: "There was a break at the riverbank. When you reached the Northshire Abbey, I followed you again."

So she saw everything!

Duke suddenly wanted to die.

Duke suddenly had a question: "You just watched him attack me?"

Aurilia smiled mischievously: "Hey, in front of me, you're a super mage apprentice who fooled the king of the forest, the famous Aurilia Windrunner. His [Mirror Image] is even better than many high-level mages."

Duke was a bit confused. Alright, I died, and I was mistaken for [Mirror Image]. That's a high-level spell that 80th-level mages learn in the game!

The only relief was that since Aurilia assumed it was [Mirror Image], Duke didn't have to lie about why he died and then resurrected.

Such a high-end, grand, and dignified way of losing face and resurrecting, Duke really didn't know how to explain it to Aurilia.

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