Chapter 35 Unknown 20%

Get out of Stormwind City and go straight south, cross Mirror Lake and West Spring Fortress, and then turn west, which is the boundary of West Wilderness.

Sitting in the bumpy carriage, Duke stared at the scenery outside the window.

Outside the window is a sunny scene that seems to be always clear, and even the wind carries a sense of desolation and dryness. The field of vision is full of loess, yellow land, and yellow fields. Westfall has the same comfortable temperature as Irwyn, but the wind from the sea and Duskwood keeps blowing here.

If it weren't for the relatively full grains in the field, Duke would think that this place is a barren land.

In fact, perhaps because of the underground river, the land here is still fertile.

It's a pity that there are many bad monsters in the wild west, and the one that annoys Duke the most is the vultures flying all over the sky. He saw with his own eyes that one of the mercenaries he had used as a token bodyguard was attacked.

I saw a black shadow flashing across the sky, drawing a straight line with the meaning of death in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the black shadow of death had already fallen from the sky. It was foreseeable that after a few seconds, the back of the young mercenary's head would be hit hard by the vulture and turn into a bursting rotten watermelon.

The young mercenary's equipment was pretty good, wearing a standard iron helmet that was eliminated by the Stormwind guards. However, such a swift blow was definitely not something an unsuspecting recruit could resist.

That impact alone was enough to break his cervical spine.

It is conceivable that immediately he will die.

At this moment, fear solidified in the entire convoy. At least the six or seven mercenaries who witnessed this scene showed panic, and the leader of the mercenaries, Uncle Makaro, even showed a terrified expression. However, the speed of the vultures was so fast, they didn't even have time to draw their bows and arrows to fight back.

At this critical moment, a hand stretched out from the window of the carriage.

Duke's hand.

That's right, it's still a combination of [Concentration of Mind] and [Pyro-Explosion]. This move is indeed more than excellent for beating ordinary soldiers and humans. But as a directional spell, in this real world of Azeroth, there is no such thing as locking the target and hitting it.

Based on the mage's own prediction.

Prediction or something is a very mysterious thing in itself. It's all about experience and intuition.

Due to the limited mana and Duke still couldn't find an effective way to replenish his mana, Duke actually didn't fully understand his [Pyroblast]. In fact, Duke also instinctively felt that according to the speed of the fireball, it would probably be near that area.

However, only 0.5 seconds after Duke's dynamic vision captured the existence that was as fast as the wind, a feeling of blessing came to the soul.

Perhaps, the vulture could choose to roll left or right. But Duke didn't think the flat-haired brute was that smart. So Duke directly chose to play an advance amount.

The dozen or so guards hadn't recovered from the shock of being attacked by their own people, and suddenly found that the big man they were protecting had made a move.

"Huh—" With a strong light and a sense of heat rushing towards the face, the huge fireball flew out of the window of the carriage with a long tail flame, and shot straight in front of the vulture.

"Okay! Oh... no... ah—" The ups and downs of the mercenaries' shouts reflected the development of the situation well.

In the very first moment, they were delighted with Duke's shot.

Immediately they discovered that, as the overlord of the sky in the wild west, this vulture, which most farmers in the wild west called "the corpse bird", had extraordinary maneuverability. I saw the corpse-destroying bird flap its left wing vigorously, and the fireball the size of a water tank would probably pass by the animal that directly attacked the living person regardless of life or death.

But its target remains unchanged.

Every mercenary has an indescribable regret on his face.

However, in the next moment, the immature hand protruding from the window of the carriage suddenly snapped its fingers...

The huge fireball seemed to be grasped violently by an invisible hand. "Boom!" There was a loud explosion, and the fireball suddenly exploded on the side of the corpse bird. And it wasn't an all-round explosion, it was a one-way explosion similar to a directional explosion, which perfectly avoided the young mercenary's side.

Facing the scattered flames that were denser than the rainstorm, with a "croak", the hateful flat-haired animal immediately turned into a flaming torch and fell from the sky.

From joy, to disappointment, to ecstasy, the hearts of the mercenaries are like a roller coaster.

Seeing the corpse bird fall, they raised their weapons together.

"Long live Lord Marcus—"

It wasn't until this moment that the young man who was almost killed by the attack realized that he had already wandered around the gate of hell.

Hearing the enthusiastic cheers, Duke was slightly taken aback. He is willing to work hard to change the fate of the Stormwind Kingdom, but this does not mean that he will become a saint who will bless the common people and save everyone.

Well the idea of ​​the Virgin, Duke never had it. For him, this is not so much a rescue as it is just a practice session. At the moment of the shot, the action is already ahead of the thinking.

Now, Duke's move has been affirmed and rewarded by the mercenaries.

The mercenary captain Ma Kaluo rode his skinny horse, pulled the young man who had just escaped, and leaned over: "Thank you very much, Your Majesty Marcus, you just saved my son."

"son?"

"Yes, my only son, Philip, this is his first mission. His mother and I were strongly against it... well, fortunately he is fine, otherwise I don't know how to go back to see his mother..." said Here, Marcaro's voice was choked up, and while he pressed Philip's head, he asked his son to bow to Duke.

"It's fine. Let's continue the journey." To be honest, Duke didn't want to have too much interaction with Markaro and the others. After all, he was just using these mercenaries as a cover, and he didn't want to implicate them because of his own affairs.

Markaro was not annoyed to see Duke's cold-hearted look, after all, Duke just showed his nobility with practical actions.

Makaro leaned forward: "Actually...it's like this. I got a set of spell notes by accident, with words we don't understand engraved on it. But I think this should be helpful to you, Your Excellency. If you It would be the best if you can accept it with a smile.”

"Oh, thank you in advance." Duke didn't show any pretense, and directly took the note that looked like a small notebook. The money old Norton gave him will always be spent one day. For spells, Duke is definitely the more the better.

However, when he took the note and opened it, he was dumbfounded.

It's not that the system wizard can't analyze or learn, but that the things the system prompts are a bit mysterious.

"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the level 0 spell [Mage Hand], the level 2 spell [Darson's Quenching Prison] and [Darson's Hot Furnace]!"

Duke has been playing World of Warcraft for so long, and he dares to swear on his own life that there are absolutely no such three things in the spell list of Azeroth's mages.