MTL - Stormwind God-Chapter 35 20% unknown

Out in Stormwind City, go straight south, cross Mingjing Lake and Xiquan Fortress, and then fold to the west, which is the border of the western wilderness.

Sitting in a bumpy carriage, Duke stared out at the view.

Outside the window is a sunny scene that always seems clear, even the wind with a hint of barren dryness. The field of vision is full of yellow earth, yellow earth, and yellow fields. The Western Wilderness has the same cool temperatures as Elvin, but the wind from the sea and the twilight forest keeps rolling over it.

If it weren't for the field's fairly full grain, Duke would have thought it was a barren land.

In fact, there may be a relationship with the underground river, and the land here is quite fertile.

Unfortunately, there are a lot of bad monsters in the western wilderness. The most uncomfortable thing about Duke is the vulture flying around the sky. He saw with his own eyes that a mercenary he had used as a guard was attacked.

I saw a dark shadow flashing across the sky, drawing a straight line of death meaning in the mid-air. In a blink of an eye, the dark shadow of death has fallen from the sky. It is foreseeable that after a few seconds, the back of the young mercenary will be hit hard by the vulture and turned into a rotten watermelon.

The young mercenary was well equipped and wore a standard iron helmet eliminated by Stormwind Guards. However, such a quick blow was by no means a defenseless recruit could resist.

The impact alone was enough to break his cervical spine.

It is conceivable that he will die soon.

At this moment, fear was frozen in the entire team. At least six or seven mercenaries who witnessed this scene showed horror, and the mercenary leader, Uncle Macaroo, was even more terrified. However, the vultures were so fast that they did not even have time to take out bows and arrows to fight back.

Just before the moment, a hand stretched out from the window of the carriage.

Duke's hand.

That's right, it's still a combination of Qi Qi Shen Xian plus Pyroblast. The trick used to beat ordinary soldiers and humans is indeed more than outstanding. But as a directional spell, in this real world of Azeroth, there is no good thing that is bound to be hit.

The proof is the judge's own judgment.

Predicting something is a mystery in itself. This thing depends on experience plus intuition.

Due to the limited mana and Duke can't find an effective way to supplement the mana, Duke has not yet fully understood his [Pyroblast]. In fact, Duke instinctively felt that according to the speed of fireball flight, it would probably be near that area.

However, after Duke's dynamic vision captured the existence of the rapid wind, only 0.5 seconds passed, a sense of blessing and soul came.

Perhaps, vultures can choose to flip left or right. But Duke didn't think the flat-haired animal had such a high IQ. So Duke chose to play an advance.

More than a dozen guards had not recovered from the shock of their own attacks, and suddenly found that the big man they were protecting had shot.

"Hoo--" With a strong light and a burning sensation that hit the face, a huge fireball dragged a long tail flame, flew out of the carriage window, and shot straight in front of the vulture.

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

At the very beginning, they were delighted with Duke's shot.

Immediately, they discovered that, as the hegemon in the western wilderness sky, this vulture, which is called by most western wilderness farmers as a 'broken corpse bird', has extraordinary mobility. I saw the left wing of the broken corpse bird pressing hard. The fireball the size of the water tank is likely to pass by the beast who directly attacked the living person.

And its target remains unchanged.

Every mercenary had unspeakable regrets on his face.

But the next moment, the still-naive hand that stretched out of the carriage window suddenly hit a ring finger ...

The huge fireball seemed to be gripped by a large invisible hand. "Oh!" The ground blew, and the fireball burst suddenly on the side of the shattered bird. And it is not a full-scale explosion, but a one-way blast that is similar to a directional blast, perfectly avoiding the young mercenary side.

Faced with a denser scattering of flames than a torrential rain, with a bang, the hateful flat-haired animal became a burning torch and fell from the sky suddenly.

From rejoicing to disappointment to ecstasy, the mercenaries' hearts were like roller coasters.

Seeing the corpse bird falling, they held up their weapons.

"Long live His Excellency Marcus--"

Until this time, the young man who was almost attacked and killed him suddenly found that he had already wandered around the gate of hell.

Listening to the warm cheers, Duke felt a little stunned. He is willing to work hard to change the fate of the Storm Kingdom, but this does not mean that he will become a saint of Fuze and save everyone.

Then the idea of ​​the Virgin, Duke never had. For him, it was not so much a salvation as it was a practice of hands. At the moment of the shot, the action was before the thought.

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

The head of the mercenary, Makaro, rode on his thin horse and pulled the young man who had just escaped, and leaned over: "Thank you very much, Great Marcus, you just saved my son."

"son?"

"Yes, my only son, Philip, this is his first mission. Originally, my mother and I strongly opposed it ... well, fortunately he was fine, otherwise I would not know how to go back to see his mother ..." said Here, Macaro's voice was choked, and he pressed Philip's head, letting his son bow to Duke.

"It's okay. Let's continue the journey." Seriously, Duke didn't want to have too much intersection with Makaro. After all, he just used these mercenaries as a cover, and did not want to involve them because of his own affairs.

Seeing that Duke was aloof and eager, Makaro was not upset. After all, Duke just showed his nobility with actual actions.

Macaroo stunned: "Actually ... this is the case. I got a set of magic notes in an accident with words we didn't understand. But I think this should help you. If you It's best to smile, "he said.

"Oh, thank you in advance." Duke didn't take it too badly either. He just took the little note-like note. Old Norton always spends his money one day, and Duke is definitely better at spells.

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

Not that the system wizard can't parse and learn, but that the system prompts something a bit mysterious.

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

Duke has played World of Warcraft for so long, he dare to swear by his own life, in the spell list of Azeroth's mage, there are absolutely no three things.