How many decades are there in a lifeti?
Even though Duke is theoretically immortal and has endless life, he does not have any ten years to waste in a world as dangerous as Azeroth.
When Duke encountered a bottleneck in his training in Karazhan in the void and could not make any progress in his training, Duke could have lived a decadent life of having threesos every day.
Even Alexstrasza once said to Duke in person: "You are too impatient! Not only do you lack the accumulation of magic power, you also lack the proficiency and sufficient experience in using magic power. I know you are a genius, but no matter how talented you are, you can’t complete the accumulation that takes mortals hundreds of years to complete in ten years."
Duke shook his head but didn’t give up and kept trying.
Didn’t you see the situation in the original later history where ’demigods are worse than dogs, and ancient gods are everywhere’?
Didn’t you see that even the creation Titans were kneeling one after another?
Didn’t you see that almost all the guardian dragons have perished?
But Duke didn’t!
It is this foresight that makes him always hungry for strength.
When he was unable to accumulate more magic power and transform the magic power in his body from quantitative change to qualitative change, Duke quietly pondered his own path.
Am I really a genius wizard with an ice body and a fire body, specializing in so kind of magic and having extraordinary talents?
Am I a master who truly has the ability to learn magic and can master any magic, no matter how long, obscure, or incredible, all at once?
Am I the lucky guy who has great luck, wins big prizes every day, has adventures every week, opens treasures every year, and can handle everything?
Every ti I asked myself this question, the answer was no.
So how did I get to such a high position?
There are two possible answers: one is the ti traveler’s deep mory of the original history, and the other is the system AI who is omnipotent in terms of data.
As a powerful wizard who had fought in front of the gate of Ironforge in the ga no less than a thousand tis before traveling through ti, Duke had abused warriors, played tricks on thieves, and beaten hunters, and had fought almost all the nine major professions at that ti.
Except for a certain despicable priest who was only willing to fight him on the edge of the cliff of Ironforge, and tried to use Mind Control to throw Duke off the cliff during a duel...
Besides those shaless warlocks who only bring high magic resistance hellhounds to duel with mages...
Duke has never been afraid of anyone.
Ultimately, we co to a conclusion - the essence of a mage has never been about powerful damage-dealing ability, but about control.
Speaking of control over the enemy, combined with the system elves which is one’s greatest advantage, what can be born?
The answer is obvious!
If the winner is the one with greater strength in a battle, then there is no need to fight at all. Those who are good at lee combat can compare muscles, and those who are good at magic can compare magic power. The winner can show off imdiately, and the loser can just leave on the spot.
Duke narrowed his eyes and stared coldly up into the sky.
Antonidas stood proudly in the air, supported by a cloud of ice mist. When he heard that Duke had developed a new move, he also smiled: "New move? Very good! I want to see what new moves you, a genius mage who has never worshipped a master and reached the peak of the Archmage through your own exploration, can co up with."
"You won’t be disappointed." Duke smiled calmly.
"snort--"
At this mont, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly glead, and a column of frost light like thunder fell down and landed on the great lich, as if he was covered with an extrely large frost robe wrapped with crystal snowflakes.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"
The sleeves of the great lich’s robe fluttered in the strong wind.
The Antonidas-level magic that was about to be used seed to carry the power of heaven and earth, because even several Grand Magus mages who were fighting thousands of ters away could clearly feel that the fire elent in the atmosphere was being rapidly drawn away. No, perhaps it was being rejected.
In short, within the kiloter radius where Duke and Antonidas were fighting, there was no fire elent left. The power Duke extracted from the Sunwell branch dissipated in less than one hundredth of a second after reaching the surface.
"Now I want to see how a re Archmage Mage like you can resist my most powerful magic without any external support—" Antonidas roared, and with only the skin left on his dry fingers, he pointed at Duke from a distance: "Go!"
go?
What is going?
Soon, everyone’s questions were answered.
Suddenly, a wolf howl was heard from far away in the sky.
In less than three seconds, the howling echoed one after another and resounded through the sky. The distant wolf howls seed to be approaching this side at an alarming speed. In just a mont, the howling sounded clear as if it was right beside my ears.
The sky began to tremble. It was obvious that there could be no living creature running or walking in the sky, but what everyone heard was the sound of hooves of thousands of horses galloping.
Mograine, who was leading his army forward, pulled the reins of his horse and stopped the Holy Light Horse. The face of the middle-aged paladin without a helt changed slightly. Not only did he and all the knights around him stop at the sa ti, but even the army of the high elves stopped, and more than 200,000 people looked in the direction where the wolf howls ca from.
A pack of snow-white wolves. For people living in a land of ice and snow, snow wolves are not rare.
But ordinary wolves can’t fly.
This made even those who knew exactly what creature the howling ca from unsure.
It was a group of wolves soaring in the sky, shuttling back and forth, drawing dazzling white lines.
By appearance alone, they are the worgs of Northrend.
However, their bodies, which are larger than horses, and the extrely cold magic lingering around them make everyone unsure.
If things go wrong, legends about these horrific creatures will probably spread across the entire Eastern Kingdom continent from today onwards.
Northrend wargs are not scary.
Simple Blizzard magic is not scary.
However, when Antonidas used the technique of Blizzard to smash out countless ice spikes, and each ice spike had the soul of a wolf, knowing how to attack in groups, find flaws, and hunt in groups. Add to that the terrifying dark magic bestowed by the Lich King, and the power of this combination would be more than a hundred tis greater than the previous combat power of the wolf pack.
"Duke! If you don’t want to die in the mouths of wolves, be torn into pieces, and then painfully resurrected as a lich, you should just surrender to the great Lich King!" Antonidas shouted.
"Pfft!" Duke burst out laughing. "I’m not going to join a defeated general who I beat like a dog."
"Hmph! Then don’t bla !"
More than a hundred giant ice wolves in the form of Northrend worgs pounced on Duke.
While attacking, Duke stretched out his hand and grabbed lightly, and the world around him was slightly shaken. Duke’s magic power was obviously not strong, but it was like breaking the silk string connected to a puppet, and dozens of giant wolves disappeared directly in the air.
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