Chapter 32 Trailblazers

The fetters of fate, literal translation is metaphysics and luck.

This kind of reason that is not a reason can only be attributed to unreliable categories such as intuition.

After all, Captain Garcia didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, Duke was so up-to-date, and he was acting within the scope given by Lothar, so there was nothing to say. After some pleasantries, Duke was guaranteed a ticket.

"Within an hour, Mr. Reginald Windsor will appear before you, Your Excellency."

A real soldier is definitely very disciplined.

Few of the soldiers taught by Stormwind City are scumbags.

When Duke saw Windsor in the guest house, Duke couldn't help laughing.

The mouth is obedient, but the face is full of dissatisfaction, and the words "I hate you" are almost engraved on the forehead.

In the game, all Duke sees is the gamified uncle.

When he actually saw Windsor, Duke felt that the Marshal was also young, and he was quite cute.

Although the "marshal" is still the golden short crew cut, but at that age, how much beard can a 14-year-old boy accumulate?

There is no need to think about the beard, the beard under the eagle's nose is just a faint golden impression. Coupled with his Chinese-character face, unique golden horizontal eyebrows and specially raised facial muscles, it is completely a poker face.

The only thing that satisfied Duke was Windsor's muscles, bulging biceps, thick thighs, and his whole body was full of explosive power.

With this body of muscle, one might be enough to beat Duke with ten.

Of course, compared with adult orcs whose arms are thicker than human thighs, Windsor will still be at a disadvantage in terms of strength.

Duke smiled and said, "What? Windsor, are you very dissatisfied with being my follower?"

Obviously, Windsor is the typical soldier, straight-hearted, and he doesn't hide it at all.

"Yes! My ideal is to become a glorious Stormwind warrior, fighting to defend the kingdom on the front line of the battlefield, not to be an exclusive guard, even if the object of the guard is a powerful mage. Besides, in my It seems that you are not strong, Your Excellency."

As soon as Windsor's voice fell, Duke made his move here.

[Concentration] Let the next magic cast instantly.

[Frost Arrow] Directly teach the future Marshal Windsor how to behave.

"Ah!" The extremely effective Frostbolt directly stunned Wen Desor in military uniform. The hard armor was completely unable to prevent the icy cold from invading his chest. If Duke hadn't kept his hand, maybe Windsor would have left the root cause of the disease.

A few minutes later, in front of the only stove lit for heating in the Academy of Magic, Windsor covered himself with a blanket and tremblingly said: "Okay, I apologize for the sentence 'Your Excellency, you are not strong'."

"I accept your apology." Duke smiled and handed a cup of ginger tea to Windsor.

Let's start to recognize Duke's Windsor, and the expression on his face is not so stiff: "However, I still think that being your follower, Your Excellency, conflicts with my dream."

"What is your dream after all? Have you ever thought about it?"

Windsor was a little at a loss, didn't he already tell what his dream was?

Duke interfaced: "Actually, our dreams are the same - to fight for the rise of the Stormwind Kingdom!"

Windsor trembled all over.

"See the shining lion emblem on your chest?"

Following Duke's words, Windsor lowered his head.

Duke opened his mouth and talked in a voluble manner.

"Once upon a time, in response to the threat of trolls, the great Emperor Thoradin unified all human tribes and established the great Arathor Empire. Human footprints began to spread all over the continent, and new city-states were established one after another. However, as It prospered more and more, but its strongest core began to crumble."

"The lords of Strom City began to gradually transfer their property to the prosperous northern region of Lordaeron, leaving the barren south alone. Even the heir of Emperor Thoradin, the last heir of the Arathi bloodline, was thrown in the ancient torrent. In the crumbling walls of the city."

"Many long years have passed, and finally a team of knights arrived in today's Valley of the Kings. A man raised his sword in front of the knights and said: 'I swear by my sword, the Kingdom of Stormwind will carry the glory of the Arathor Empire and sweep away everything Oppression and injustice, my people, my subjects, will follow the oath of Emperor Thoradin and continue to move forward along the road to make mankind prosperous and strong. If one day, decay and lack of progress blind our children and grandchildren, Then let the Kingdom of Stormwind be destroyed in despair!'."

"Twelve hundred years ago, the lion flag of the Stormwind Kingdom was raised in this Grand Canyon. It reflected the sun that was born that day."

"But Windsor, tell me why, after 1,200 years, the territory directly under Stormwind City is still dominated by Elwynn Forest? Why is Westfall followed by 'wilderness'? Why is there a forest in Redridge Mountains? The barren word 'barren'?"

"Wendsor, for whom do you draw your sword? Isn't it for the future, for tomorrow, for our descendants, for them to have a wider living space, and to no longer live in the shadow of monsters and various external threats under."

"What the Stormwind Kingdom needs most is not a simple-minded soldier, but a pioneer!"

"Wendsor, answer me, are you willing to accompany me to be a pioneer?"

Windsor's mouth squirmed, and it was obvious that his immature heart began to shake under the flickering of Duke, the traverser.

However, he still had an unusual persistence in his heart.

"Your Excellency Marcus, I ask you to show me your plan, the complete plan." Windsor was sitting up, with an uncompromising firmness in his hesitant blue eyes.

"I'll show you."

Fifteen minutes later, Duke brought Windsor to the pier of Stormwind City.

Boat!

From the moment he decided to develop in Stormwind, Duke thought of ships.

It can't be forgotten that in the Warcraft movies, the brightly armored Stormwind Guard was overwhelmed by the green ocean of orcs. In complex terrain, the orcs who have the absolute upper hand in both strength and agility are invincible.

The ravines or dangerous places that humans thought could not be crossed were nothing to the orcs who were used to the harsh environment.

According to the urine of history, Duke is not optimistic about Stormwind City at all. If he transmigrated to King Lane, he might still be saved. Unfortunately, he is not, he only has a civilian status. Even with the help of the system elves, Duke can still do so much.

So Duke thought of the ship, whether it was a ship needed for retreat or a counterattack in the future.