Chapter 8

Countless innocent girls, their eyes filled with admiration, sent flirtatious glances to Duke, who was still a bit dazed, showcasing their youthful beauty.

As an annual trial, it was of course not just the examiners; many upperclassmen from various colleges also came to help out.

The freshmen and sophomores from the Warrior College, Thief College, and other colleges were all amazed.

Amateurs see the spectacle, but professionals see the subtleties.

For example, Sasha, the female mage apprentice and second-year student at the Mage College, who had just arrived as the assistant to the old mage, was completely stunned.

"How is this possible... The power is already on par with the [Flame Burst]! Junior Duke actually used the Fireball spell model to achieve the effect of [Flame Burst]?"

"Is this a mage apprentice? I doubt many formal mages can achieve this level of power."

"Heaven, if this news gets out, it will shatter the glasses of many people and scare the wits out of many others!"

"Genius, no wonder the teacher said he is a true once-in-a-millennium genius."

"Damn, I, a mid-level apprentice, am starting to worship him! It's over, it's over, Junior Duke might not take long to surpass me and become a high-level apprentice, no, no, no, he might soon become a formal mage."

Sasha looked at Duke, who had become the focus of everyone, with envy.

In fact, not only the commoners and apprentices, but also the teachers of the Mage College, after receiving the magical message, were also沸腾了, running around to spread the news, venting their excitement.

"Ha ha ha! We finally have another genius. Dalaran has Kel'Thuzad, Rhonin, and Kael'thas, and we only have Khadgar. Now we finally have a promising young talent."

The old mages were all overjoyed.

Stormwind was not a place where magic was prevalent, and in terms of overall mage standards, it was far behind Dalaran, the holy land of human mages.

However, the two sides had never stopped competing. Khadgar, the personal disciple of Medivh, the court archmage of Stormwind, could barely match the few genius disciples taught by Antonidas, the leader of the Kirin Tor in Dalaran.

Unfortunately, one Khadgar was simply too weak to compare with the numerous geniuses in Dalaran.

Now, they all seemed to foresee the rise of a monstrous genius.

Others were extremely excited, their blood boiling.

Duke, however, had no real feeling.

What glory and future, what high office and rich rewards, Duke had no real sense of them.

He only felt his mind in a mess because Duke had accidentally heard a sentence: "Praise the great King Llane Wrynn!"

Of course, there was also the term "court archmage Medivh."

At that moment, Duke's face turned pale.

Llane Wrynn—King of Stormwind. The key point was that if Duke had not forgotten, at this point in the timeline, a man named Gul'dan had united all the orc tribes, formed the Horde, and was preparing to cross the large portal [Dark Portal] to invade Azeroth.

And Llane would die in the first large-scale orc invasion, and the Stormwind that Duke was in would be captured by the Horde, with the entire city and kingdom destroyed.

If the appearance of Alleria earlier had only confirmed that the timeline was before the [Dark Portal] event, then this time Duke was absolutely certain that this major event was almost imminent.

Thinking about this, Duke felt terrible!

Becoming a mage was certainly something to be happy about. But for the impending large-scale war, Duke felt for the first time that time was so urgent!

Running away was useless!

The war would sweep across the entire world, from Stormwind to Ironforge, to Stromgarde, to Alterac, to Lordaeron. One could say that there was almost no safe place in the world.

And not just this time, besides the orc war, there would be the Lich King's Scourge, the Burning Legion led by the Demon King Sargeras, and a bunch of other powerful enemies visiting Azeroth. It was not something that could be avoided just by wanting to.

Not wanting to die, not wanting to become a ghoul, the only way was to become strong!

Stronger than anyone!

Even to influence the course of the upcoming wars!

To become a hero of the world, and even a leader of the world!

Duke did not know when the first orc war would come, whether the damned Dark Portal had opened. The different calendar system, completely different from the game, made Duke lose his sense of time. Moreover, the system's assessment of the match with the current Azeroth world was fluctuating around 80%.

That is to say, there were many variables.

Duke put aside his杂念, knowing that as a穿越者 with no noble status, he could only go all the way on the path of a mage. Either stand firm in this world as a hero, or become a ghoul, there was no third way!

It was late at night, and Duke could hear, near the Northshire Abbey, many voices mentioning his name. The commoners were excitedly discussing everything about him, Duke, from the day.

"Phew! Being a celebrity feels pretty good." Duke leaned his hands on the windowsill and muttered to himself.

At that moment, someone chimed in, "Yeah! Unfortunately, only for half a day."

"Uh... cough—" Before Duke could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.

[Knockout]!?

A thief?

Along with the pain came a violent dizziness, making Duke unable to distinguish east from west.

In the next moment, his cervical vertebrae were attacked, and a sharp dagger pierced the skin at the back of Duke's neck. However, Duke did not feel pain, but rather a numbing sensation in his brain.

[Brain Paralysis Poison]?

Even if Duke was foolish, he knew he had definitely been ambushed by a thief, and a very skilled and experienced one at that. Duke did not know if there were levels in this world, but through the system, he saw a large skull marked on the other person's head, which he could not resist.

The other person was so cautious, clearly treating him as a professional mage.

Without any chance to fight back, in the next moment, Duke found himself kicked over, his mouth instinctively opening wide to breathe, but at that moment, something was stuffed into his mouth.

"Ugh..." It was Duke's muffled cry of extreme discomfort.

Before he passed out, he saw a face he did not recognize, with a black cloth covering the area below the nose.

You... are... who!?

Duke's mouth moved, trying to ask, but not a single word came out.

The face under the cloth was probably sneering, not answering. The person simply carried Duke on his shoulder and jumped out of the window like the wind.