Chapter 145 Heroic Warrior

"I don't know if the ghost will be born again as a baby after being disassembled, but if you think it is a pain, I should be able to erase your soul."

For some reason, a three-dimensional model of Karazhan appeared in the system prompt. In the first layer that is clearly shown, there is Michael's name. In Michael's note, in addition to stating 'can't leave Karazhan', it also clearly states that there is an option of 'can erase the soul'.

For some, being in the world as a ghost can be torture. So Duke gave Michael an option.

Michael looked at Khadgar, who was also a ghost beside Duke: "What about you? I have seen you, mage Khadgar, why did you choose to continue to exist in the world?"

Khadgar was a little dazed, and immediately replied: "I don't think I've lived enough. There are so many novel things in this world that I haven't seen before, and as long as I'm allowed to browse Karazhan's books, as a servant of Master Duke, There's nothing wrong with that."

Duke secretly complained: No wonder you are willing to listen to me, so the book is your master.

Michael thought for a while, then turned his head and bowed to Duke: "Well, if there is no place that needs me, then I don't have anything to miss when I sacrificed to defend the Stormwind Kingdom and Azeroth, then I..."

At this moment, the system suddenly sounded a stern siren for Duke:

"Alert! Alert! According to your latest [Space Theory] and other knowledge, it is detected that a space channel will be forcibly opened in 72 hours. After calculation, there is 92.7% of the demon army summoned by Sargeras. Consistency. Calculated based on the energy level of the space channel, it is expected that there will be more than 100 low-level demons and no more than 5 mid-level demons."

Immediately, an unusually bright red countdown system appeared above Duke's retina.

Duke's expression changed on the spot: Fuck me! I knew that there was no direct train leading to Fashen in the world.

Medivh built the mage tower in Karazhan before, on the one hand, it was convenient for research, and on the other hand, he has been silently guarding the world as a guardian.

As the price of changing history and inheriting Karazhan, Duke must also undertake the task of guarding Karazhan. Karazhan in history is self-enclosed. This largely prevents monsters from various worlds from coming to Azeroth to harm people through Karazhan.

The saying is true: "With great power comes great responsibility".

Duke's right hand was infused with arcane energy, and he gently put his hand on Michael's shoulder in the soul state. On the one hand, flickering righteously, oh no, it is to promote the power of the Holy Light.

"Michael! If you want to find the meaning of existence, then here and now there is a very, very important task for you."

"Why?" Michael was a little bit stunned. In his mind, after killing Sargeras just now, there shouldn't be any major enemies.

Duke's voice suddenly rose up, full of surging passion and incomparable firmness. His eyes were scorching, to the extent that there was some kind of divine radiance stirring in his body.

"Guard here! Within three days, a group of demons will open a space channel, attempting to occupy Karazhan as a springboard, and finally invade the world of Azeroth, mutilate our relatives, friends, and hurt our favorite people! We Can all this be allowed? No! Never! We can endure loneliness, we can endure hunger, we can endure fear, but we can never tolerate the people I love, the world we love."

Speaking of this, Duke's voice suddenly became an octave higher: "Michael Jonathan, are you willing to protect the world and all mankind with me?" The voice like thunder echoed throughout the first floor of Karazhan.

"In that case, please allow me, Gala Donald, to join." A voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the stable, and another soul wearing the armor of a Stormwind soldier appeared.

"Count me in!"

"Count me in too!"

The souls of elite soldiers sacrificed in Karazhan stepped out of the darkness deep in the first and second floors.

Yes, they sacrificed here for the future of the people of the kingdom. Unfortunately, because of the characteristics of Karazhan, their souls are also bound here, and they will not fall into hell, go to heaven, return to the earth, and see their relatives.

Perhaps, this is a kind of torture.

However, at this moment, they have found a new meaning for their existence - to protect Karazhan, to protect the world!

Looking at the option "Will you pay 10 points of soul power to transform the souls of 72 elite soldiers into heroic warriors?" in the system prompt, Duke decisively clicked "Yes"!

A burst of bright silver light shines from Duke's palm, flicking lightly in the void. Dots of star-like silver light scattered on the souls of these elite soldiers.

They were pleasantly surprised to find that their souls, which had already become dim and seemed to be dissipating, began to solidify at a high speed. The long-lost touch returned to her body, even though her body still looked a little translucent, at least it was an unexpected and surprising change.

There was no heartbeat, but strong pulses came from every corner of the body.

You don't need to breathe, but you can smell the long-lost fragrance from your nostrils.

Sight, touch, taste, smell, feeling...these things that I once took for granted, will feel extremely precious only when they are lost.

Surprise appeared on every soldier's face.

Then, their facial expressions quickly became firm, and they quickly lined up in three rows.

Michael, who took the lead, pulled out the long sword he wore before birth, and said loudly: "Salute to our new master and new guardian of the world—His Excellency Duke Marcus!"

"Shua, Shua, Shua!" He drew his sword very neatly, making the dim stables light up with a dazzling cold light.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The heroic warrior hit the shield with his sword, making high-spirited hitting sounds.

There seemed to be some kind of low-pitched tremors in the entire first floor of Karazhan. No, this wasn't a tremor anymore, it was already a roaring roar. It's not just the cries and blows of these elite soldiers. It seemed that every corner of Karazhan, every brick and every pillar made a deep and ancient sound.

They resonate in thousands of ways, as if responding to the will of the heroic warriors, responding to their determination to defend the world.

With the same excitement, Duke looked around at these heroic warriors, with a satisfied expression on his face: "Okay, brothers, let's have a big fight and tell those damn demons that this is Azeroth It's not a playground for their demons!"

"Oh oh oh—" the wild roar echoed throughout Karazhan...