Stormwind God

“Save the world? It’s up to you!?”

“The world is safe under the guardianship of Lord Medivh! Don’t bother you!”

“A trifling magic apprentice returns Delusion to surpass the great Guardian Lord!?”

“Duke Marcus! You are insulting Lord Archmage! Insult the Supreme magic hall!”

The trifling Apprentice Mage did not interrupt at all For the sake of it, it was the Stormwind City mage who followed Medivh’s side with the angry roar. Not only is there a formal mage, but there is also a court mage with a higher status.

The apprentices who just envied Duke irritated, all took a back seat at this time and looked at Duke at the center of the storm with harboring malicious intentions and hostile eyes ready to watch the show.

In the beginning, it was just accusations, but after a few seconds, the sound of verbal abuse was all over my ears. The mages, with thick red necks and mouths wide enough to see their throats, fired at Duke almost frantically with words without losing their identity!

Medivh, who still maintains his gentlemanly demeanor, is frowning, while Duke is stunned.

Spray, it turns out that there will be no matter what world it is.

There is almost no reason to spray people.

But if there are reasons to spray, the firepower of spraying people is definitely startling heaven and earth, ghosts and gods weeping.

Almost endless insults flooded the entire hall, and Medivh…or Medivh, who was under the control of Sargeras’ will, intentionally or unconsciously expressed his astonishment, but secretly added to the flames.

Originally, he could shelter Duke from siege by just a word.

He didn’t.

In Sargeras’s opinion, as long as the young Duke is under such astonishing pressure, Duke’s young mind will collapse, and then give in, weeping bitter tears, kneeling at his feet.

But Duke’s reaction was beyond his expectation. Duke just stood there proudly, his eyebrows coldly pointed at Qianfu.

Sargeras does not know the fact that Duke is a transmigrator.

Actually, Duke was thinking about another thing at this moment.

“It’s a good thing for me to travel to Azeroth so early, because this is almost the last peaceful time for Azeroth. I can still have time to accumulate strength.”

“I traveled to Azeroth so early is a bad thing, because these guys have been in peace for too long, too long.”

Long peace can make people forget the existence of danger.

The high level of the kingdom without any change made people lose their self-motivatedness, and made corruption and arrogance breed from people’s hearts, but no one noticed it.

Maybe I noticed it, but I think this is as it should be by rights.

The hereditary system of aristocracy allows every aristocrat, and even every superior person, to think that he is naturally noble, detached from the mortal world and above all other people. They are not so much a bold statement to besie Duke, but rather because Duke inadvertently provoked the entire aristocratic system that relied on inheritance, and made an overreaction!

Very simple, Medivh’s mother Aegwynn is the Guardian of the world, a symbol of immortality that has lived for more than 800 years. She inherited such a noble and powerful position of the Guardian in the world to her son, which is the highest symbol of the aristocratic bloodline that lasts forever.

At this moment, Duke, who is “audacious and arrogant,” actually said that he wants to surpass this noble inheritance symbol as a commoner, which is undoubtedly offending the biggest reverse scale of all high-ranking people.

Duke suddenly smiled wryly.

It turns out that no matter which world it is, history will be surprisingly similar.

Countless great ancient Great Empires on Earth perished here, and today, history seems to be repeating the same mistakes again.

Since I have passed through and cannot go back, my destiny has been closely linked with this World of Azeroth, which is about to usher in countless crises of destruction.

Then, I have to do something!

Duke suddenly felt that all the sounds around him disappeared. The countless fingers pointing at his chest and face suddenly became blurred. Those noble mages were like dolls in botched shadow puppets. It can’t affect Duke’s thoughts at all.

Duke, the transmigrator, carefully felt the pulse of fate from World of Azeroth, felt the almost irresistible horror impact from the River of Destiny, and recalled the meaning of his existence as a transmigrator…

In the beginning, Duke was confused.

I don’t know what I can do.

I don’t know what I want to do.

Perhaps, just for the sake of my own survival and development, to follow the trend.

There has been a problem that has plagued Duke for a long time, and that is-if the fate of World of Azeroth still maintains that bad inertia… what will he do?

Now, the answer to this question is getting clearer in Duke’s mind.

What about fate?

Fight against it!

Reverse it! !

Never be the slave of fate!

My Duke is to be the master of destiny!

Clearly, there is one after another angry and even sick eyes around him. It is clear that Duke is the only outlier in the audience, and he is obviously weak and he should give in.

However, Duke felt that a hot surging blood was being pumped out of his heart forcefully, pulsed into his body from the great movement, like ten thousand horses galloping, making a thunderous rolling sound. Let the passionate emotion spread to every corner of the body and infect every cell in the body.

Duke’s mouth curled up quietly, he should be angry, he should be sneer. However, his soul seemed to be out of his body, floating above the hall, quietly looking down at these seemingly powerful but weak fellows.

His eyes seemed to surpass Time and Space.

The scenes that happened in the game are truly reproduced in Duke’s vision.

He saw Stormwind City being captured by the fierce orc army. This beautiful outer walled southern capital of the largest kingdom of mankind was destroyed in the flames of destruction.

He saw again that under the leadership of Anduin Lothar, mankind had recovered Stormwind City, a new and more energetic kingdom reborn from the ashes of destruction.

Then destroy again, and be reborn again!

The perseverance of human beings is perfectly embodied in Stormwind City!

And countless epic heroes are also born in this crisis that is likely to lead to world annihilation.

Looking back on the great scenes, Duke suddenly felt lucky. This time, he was finally able to participate in this great epic as a participant.

Duke laughed abruptly.

“hahaha! hahaha ha! hahaha haha——”

The arrogant laughter shocked the audience, every verbal mouth opened and forgot to close, every one The accusing fingers were stiff in the air.

Mages are all stunned.

Duke’s proud eyes swept 180 degrees from left to right.

“It turns out—just the dream of’beyond Legendary’ is already blasphemy.”

“It turns out—just being’unwilling to be ordinary’ is already in your eyes. Sin.”

“It turns out that the dignified Stormwind City Royal Magic Academy is so small, no wonder everyone talks about the greatest mage Sacred Land is Dalaran, not Stormwind City.”

“Well, since you are not staying, then I will leave. Goodbye everyone!”

“Or you want to put me to death in the name of your offended Guardian Medivh?”