Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 204: Ode to Joy

The voice of the System AI came out again: "It is detected that Alleria Windrunner is hiding hostility towards you under a false expression. Do you need to load the Boss template? Estimate its threat value... The threat value is quite confusing, but it is strongly recommended that the host surrender immediately..."

Surrender what?

Why do you need to think so much? That look clearly means: Boy, I am not happy with you, come and comfort me quickly, otherwise you will be in trouble later.

Duke didn't know what had happened to Alleria. He only knew that everything had a cause and effect. If it was just because of that friendly interaction, Alleria shouldn't have brought up the entire Windrunner family's past.

On the other hand, although Duke had only been in contact with Alleria for a short time, he knew that something must have happened that he owed Alleria, otherwise Alleria would not care about him trying to please Princess Calia.

After all, among the three Windrunner sisters in history, Alleria was famous for being mature and steady. She was definitely not the kind of woman who was unreasonable and would lose her temper easily.

She can call herself an "old woman"... If Alleria is a warrior, this is her full of anger!!

Duke's heart shuddered!

Then Duke had an epiphany!

Isn't it just pretending to be even more powerful?

Isn't it just to coax the goddess?

Duke slowly turned his head and glanced at Turalyon. For some reason, he felt that the holy light slowly overflowing from Turalyon's head was green. Well, that must be the light called "guardian".

Duke smiled, and his right hand drew a beautiful arc in the air, and finally his right fingers closed and fell on his left shoulder.

"Sister Alleria, for your beauty, please allow the Duke Band to present an Ode to Joy!"

Ode to Joy?

Sounds like the title of a song?

Is it a hymn?

Or something else?

But singing here? A cappella?

What does Duke Band mean?

Not only Alleria, but a group of Alliance leaders were also curious.

Anyway, Alleria made up her mind: since Duke had been pushed to this point, let's see what he can do. If Duke can't do anything better than the magic rose of ice and fire, then he will be in trouble.

Alleria supported her right elbow with her left palm and her right cheek with her right hand, looking like she was waiting to watch a good show.

Duke's arcane and ice magic circuits were activated at the same time.

A mysterious purple-blue magic circle suddenly unfolded under Duke's feet. The elements in the surrounding atmosphere shook suddenly, and then were quickly tamed, as if they had become a part of Duke's body, and obediently obeyed Duke's orders.

In the midday sun, in the shallow water on both sides of the dock where Duke and his party were standing, suddenly, there rose up crystal clear icicles as thick as arms, with the tallest one exceeding ten meters in height.

It might not be appropriate to call it a pillar, as this hollow ice tube is more delicate than the glass tubes carved by craftsmen. Not only is it thick, but it is also crystal clear, much more transparent than most glass of this era.

The sudden appearance of so many tubes on the beach near the dock not only attracted the attention of the high elves who were lining up, but also stunned all the human defenders at the dock.

What is this?

Not to mention the kings and generals, even the elves who had lived for countless years and thought they were knowledgeable could not tell what this thing was.

Percussion?

Organ?

But it seems not.

Duke gave Alleria his most confident smile, raised his left hand in a very pretentious manner, and snapped his fingers.

28 wizard hands divided into two rows appeared next to the ice pipe, like musicians in a band preparing to play instruments. Each pair of wizard hands emitting soft white light made a relaxed posture similar to the conductor's starting posture.

The next second, the performance began.

With a "bang!" sound, as a team of mages touched the third pipe on the left, the ice pipe immediately flew into the air, and then like a silver bottle exploding, it instantly shattered into countless ice crystals. The ice crystals made of seawater exploded in the sunlight, forming a gorgeous effect like fireworks.

Alleria's sexy long ears moved, and she seemed to hear a sound - "Mee"! ?

She thought it was hallucination. As more mages plucked the strings of a guitar and made the pipes explode, not only did the powdered ice crystals form a seven-color rainbow in the sky, she also heard a complete song...

This song spans endless time and space, crosses civilization, and crosses the world.

Beethoven's classic piece "Ode to Joy" was presented in the most magical form in Duke's hands. The joy, excitement and ecstasy in the song were all clearly conveyed to the ears of everyone present.

Most human soldiers are rough and uncouth, and they just instinctively think that this rhythm sounds nice and joyful.

But high-ranking nobles and kings all know what they are talking about.

Of course, the ones who are most discerning are the high elves who have spent thousands of years in boredom and immersed themselves in music and art when they had nothing to do.

Most of the high elves are self-proclaimed noble, they look down on the young and short-lived race of humans, and think that humans are very crude and in fact not much better than those so-called extremely barbaric orcs.

Duke completely changed their outlook.

It wasn't just in their eyes that Duke possessed an incredible talent for songwriting.

And Duke's extraordinary control over the magical elements.

Most of the high elves who serve as rangers do not have much talent for magic, but that does not mean they have no vision. The long years have endowed them with unparalleled experience and vision.

They could tell at a glance that although Duke's mage level was not high, his terrifyingly superb magic control ability was definitely not inferior to that of most members of the Silver Moon Parliament.

What is the rank of a member of the Silver Moon Council?

That represents the pinnacle level of the high elves' magical civilization.

It is no exaggeration to say that they are the group of people standing at the pinnacle of the magic field in the entire world.

This is quite a high evaluation.

Watching Duke swinging his hands lightly like a conductor, pretending to be but actually not quite in rhythm to "conduct" the mages' hands to play the music without error.

The three Windrunner sisters present were both angry and amused.

However, the three sisters who saw through Duke all regarded this as a minor mistake when performing multiple spells. After all, normally, no one can do so many different things at the same time without making any mistakes.

"Oh, so he is Duke Edmund." Lirath whispered to herself calmly.

Sylvanas whispered with a smile: "You are such a little fellow who is constantly giving us new surprises. No wonder I love you so much and am willing to..."

"Enough!" Alleria interrupted Sylvanas.

Without caring about other people's reactions, Great Demon Queen Alleria was very satisfied. She walked over in public and gave Duke a passionate kiss... Well, unfortunately, the kiss was on Duke's forehead.

"Duke, good boy—"

Duke was confused.

Damn it!