Khadgar was supposed to be a three-talented wizard who could destroy the world.
In history, he would often single-handedly blow up bridges and block dams, causing chaos in the Iron Horde created by the escaped idiot Howl.
Looking at Khadgar's translucent ethereal face that was still young despite his early death, Duke felt a little guilty.
But... this is fate!
If there was no Duke, perhaps he would have been as awesome as he was in history. Since Duke took over his fate and did better than him, Khadgar could only do so.
If Duke had not reached the demigod level and needed an arcane elementalist, Khadgar would probably still be a poor earthbound spirit in Karazhan.
Managing books and fighting the occasional invading monsters, this is Khadgar's unchanging life.
The translucent ethereal body, wearing solid cloth armor, did look a bit out of place. Soon, these were no longer a problem.
Gently putting down the magic weapon in his hand, Khadgar placed his hands on the ground and performed a very standard prostration: "Your Excellency the Great Mage - My Lord Edmund Duke! Your loyal servant Khadgar comes to pay his respects."
The once young mage now had unspeakable excitement in his voice.
He had been dead for so long that he almost forgot what it was like to be a living person.
This does not mean that he does not desire to be resurrected, not in the form of a filthy undead, but as some kind of life, truly existing again in the world, just like his former master Medivh.
Resurrection is the privilege of the gods!
One has to at least step into the realm of demigod to be qualified to discuss this issue.
Now, he has such an opportunity in front of him, to become Duke's elemental messenger, just like Thaddeus and Alonsus, and become an elemental creature!
Sitting on the throne, listening to Khadgar's sincere greeting, Duke felt a strange sense of trance in his heart, as if he and Khadgar had switched places.
If Khadgar had not died, or if Duke had been more capable and had figured out a set of training methods specifically for ghosts more than 20 years ago, would Khadgar have been better off?
Well, there's no point in making assumptions.
Duke sighed softly.
Since this is how his life is, he has nothing to feel ashamed of.
He cursed himself in his heart, "I have never seen such a shameless person. Well, I saw one today." Then, Duke frowned and raised his chin slightly: "Khadgar! How many years have you served me in the form of a heroic spirit?"
Khadgar bowed his head deeply: "It has been 22 years, my Lord! During this time, I have always done my best to fulfill my duties as a servant and help you guard Karazhan."
Duke raised his right hand, and a pair of arcane hands appeared out of thin air, helping Khadgar up.
Kade added, still maintaining a slightly bent posture.
"Very good! I have seen your loyalty. I have always felt sorry for your ill fate." Duke cleared his throat and continued: "I always believe that the reason why people are noble is that they have the desire for knowledge, the desire to explore, and the courage to fight against fate! Tell me, Khadgar, are you willing to be your ghost wizard forever?"
Khadgar took a deep breath, even though it was meaningless to a ghost. "If this is your will, my Lord, I will accept it."
Duke raised his lips. Unconsciously, Khadgar had already learned so many speaking skills from the bottom of his heart. Back then, he was still a young man who said...
Perhaps this is what growth is all about! Age and circumstances will always smooth out the edges.
"I now have a better, but also more dangerous option for you - you can choose to become my Arcane Elemental Envoy and control the power of the Arcane Realm that I don't have time to take care of! But the price is that from the moment you agree, you will become a special life form attached to me. In the event that I perish, or fail to impact the demigod realm, your soul will fly away with me! Do you understand what I have said?"
Facing Duke's question, Khadgar nodded again and said solemnly: "Very clear!"
Yes, if he keeps the status quo, Duke will definitely let him continue to be the administrator of Karazhan. But so what? Duke is already immortal, and unless Duke dies in battle, it will be an endless wait for the next Lord of Karazhan.
If Khadgar can't even seize such an opportunity and doesn't have the courage, how can he rise in the future?
Without even a second's hesitation, Khadgar raised his head and said in a loud voice: "If this is the choice you give me, my Lord, then I will choose - to go all out. I hope to ascend to a higher and stronger life form, and at the same time be able to help you, my Lord!"
Duke smiled. "Very good! This is the Khadgar I know, the one who is always wise and dares to challenge himself!"
Duke stood up and slowly walked down the stairs made of the purest arcane energy. He raised his right hand with his palm facing Khadgar's forehead.
"Khadgar, what I am about to do is different from what the other elementalists do. You know that arcane is the most basic and important core of the three magic systems. So I will transform your soul so that your new form can be completely connected to my magic circuit. Your soul is an extension of my magic circuit! And you will also become the core commander of the other elementalists. I am not afraid to tell you that this process will be quite painful!"
In a sense, to make an inaccurate analogy, if Duke is an independent and complete smartphone iPhone N, then ordinary elemental messengers are most likely to be equivalent to power banks. They will communicate with the elemental world for Duke, absorb and filter more elemental power for Duke to spend.
However, Khadgar will become Duke's auxiliary chip, memory, and power bank. He can cast magic for Duke to attack the enemy, and he is also a command tower.
Duke even gave part of the system AI's computing power to Khadgar. Because recently, the system AI finally seemed to have reached its limit. When calculating the trajectory of the wreckage of the void battleship in the atmosphere, Duke felt a burst of fatigue...
Faced with Duke's size, Khadgar responded with a firm "I can stand it!"
Indeed, only someone with Khadgar's incredible talent could withstand such pressure.
"Then let's get started!" Duke placed his palm gently on Khadgar's soul forehead.
When he felt a slight chill in his palm, a large amount of magical information began to impact Khadgar's sea of consciousness!
"Ugh!" Khadgar let out a muffled groan on the spot.
Everything in the world develops step by step. Khadgar was not gifted from the beginning and could not directly become a great wizard of the third level who could destroy the world.
In the original history, after inheriting the mantle of Medivh, Khadgar also took more than 20 years to become a truly strong man.
In this life, Khadgar died when he was weak. Although Duke made him a Heroic Mage after his death, gave him the right to read all the libraries in Karazhan, and gave him the right to absorb other souls to strengthen himself, but... he still lacked experience.
That kind of life and death experience!
To be honest, only a soul that has truly grown up by enduring hardships time and time again in desperate situations will have the kind of soul toughness that Duke needs for the elemental messenger core.
Almost the moment he touched Khadgar's soul, Duke knew that he was disappointed.
not enough!
It's not enough!
With this level of soul strength, Khadgar is at best barely as skilled as the Grandmagus. In the Alliance, he is only slightly better than mages of Jaina Golden Sword's level, and is not even as good as the great astrologer Solarian who has defected to Duke.
The arcane energy Duke injected into Khadgar's body soon reached saturation. It was not that Duke did not want to inject it, but he could not. Even if Duke created new magic circuits for Khadgar on the spot, Khadgar's soul was not strong enough to withstand these circuits.
Duke's left and right eyelids were twitching wildly at the same time.
Now the question before Duke is whether to give up or find a new way.
Khadgar was shaking violently, he was very clear about the condition of his soul, at this time Duke almost stopped injecting magic power, because compared with Duke's magic power that was as vast as the sea and the universe, his capacity was too little.
"My Lord... have I disappointed you?"
"No, I should say that I was too impatient." Then, Duke released his hand and fell into a long silence.
The path of using elemental messengers to cooperate with me and rely on multiple elemental fields to ascend to demigod seems to be stuck. Everything must be divided into primary and secondary. Without a core, there is no branch.
As the foundation of magic, the existence of the arcane system is absolutely necessary, and so are the arcane elementalists.
Duke searched over and over again in his mind. Apart from Khadgar, Duke really couldn't think of anyone else who could be the core of the arcane element.
Arcane is the most basic and versatile one.
A guy without brains and talent is simply incapable of shouldering heavy responsibilities.
The air became silent.
Suddenly Khadgar moved. He slowly knelt down, and every detail of his movement, as if in slow motion, was full of piety.
"My Lord, I feel that the limit of my soul should not stop here. I feel that I should have greater possibilities. If you, my Lord, have other methods, I am willing to give it a try, even if my soul is annihilated." Khadgar gritted his teeth, his expression extremely determined.
It was an expression close to that of a martyr.
The surrounding elemental messengers were originally in the mood to watch the ceremony, but at this moment, their expressions completely changed. No one was whispering or talking to each other, and the air was filled with a fanatical and focused atmosphere.
Duke took a deep breath, raised his head, pondered for a few seconds, then looked down at Khadgar: "Khadgar, do you know? I have traveled through time and space and was at the Ancient War ten thousand years ago."
"I've heard of it."
"On that occasion, I borrowed the power of Nozdormu, the Lord of Time, and peeked into the past and future of Azeroth... and also into you in different timelines."
Time that can flow backwards and different parallel spaces suddenly sound like a fairy tale.
As a seeker of magic, an explorer pursuing the source of magic, and as Medivh's official apprentice, Khadgar's understanding of time and space far exceeds that of others.
Suddenly, Khadgar smiled bitterly, and his decent face showed an expression as if he was about to cry: "Is Khadgar in other timelines more useful than me?"
"Not useful, but brilliant! This will be a long story, are you willing to listen, Khadgar?"
Khadgar nodded emphatically.
"Together, the differences began to arise after the first year of the Dark Portal..." Duke's voice became ethereal and unreal. At the same time, a wave of thoughts penetrated Khadgar's soul.
That was a video produced by the system AI using full 3D stereoscopic imaging. After being slightly blurred, it had exactly the same hazy feeling as when Duke was peering into the long river of time.
Khadgar was deeply immersed in this seemingly unreal image that was related to his fate.
As if another part of his life had been highly condensed, Khadgar soon lost track of which was his real memory and which was the fate in another balanced world that Duke had shown him.
No!
Not just looking.
Khadgar was completely immersed in it. He could clearly understand why he made this decision and what kind of mood and thoughts he had when making each decision at each critical moment.
In a world without Edmund Duke...
That's right!
Everything has changed.
In that world, it was him, Khadgar, Garona, and Lothar who raided Karazhan.
Unfortunately, it was he who was cursed by Medivh, causing him to have white hair and the oldest, most wrinkled skin at a young age.
It was he who killed Sargeras, but unfortunately, from that moment on, he also became a master-killer and the unknown savior of the world.
He 'remembered' every detail of his obsession with studying portal magic.
He clearly recalled how the Dark Portal opened again and how the orcs swarmed in and began to attack Nethergarde. How the orcs used simple weapons to destroy the human infantry battle lines, smashing people to death with helmets and heads, and chopping off half of their bodies with shields and arms...
He also "personally" decided that in order to completely stop Ner'zhul's evil plan, he, together with Turalyon, Danath Trollbane, Alleria and Kurdran, would lead a coalition of humans, dwarves and elves to expedition to the world of Draenor in an attempt to hunt down Ner'zhul.
Finally, in the final battle of Draenor, Rickardgar faced the fateful explosion.
He still remembered that his mouth opened wide and he screamed silently.
But he had to try his best to stop this horrific explosion.
Such a huge amount of energy! It was like a fire spreading across the wilderness, running wildly through his body, burning his magic circuits, making it almost impossible for his senses to bear it...
Then, everything fell silent.
Soon, he went from being a participant to a spectator with a third-person perspective.
He, Khadgar, is regarded as one of the five heroes of the Dark Portal and has a statue erected in King's Valley in Stormwind.
"I... am a hero!?"
A piece of "history" that seemed to come from another world evoked all the long-forgotten memories in Khadgar's heart.
He once had many dreams as a teenager. He dreamed of being a hero who saves the world, and dreamed of becoming the greatest wizard and leaving his name in history.
This is what his parents taught him when they sent him to Dalaran for training. This is also what he aspired to when his talent was activated and he became Medivh's disciple.
Goals are different from dreams.
Goals are achievable through hard work and time.
But the dream is higher and farther.
Suddenly, I was told that I was actually a hero in another Azeroth world that was balanced with this time.
All of a sudden, all of my dreams, all of my vanity, and even that occasional feeling of emptiness in my chest, were filled in an instant.
The long-dormant feelings in the soul seemed to be awakened.
"So... I can be so strong and admired by so many people...?"
This feeling was indeed wonderful, but unfortunately, the next moment, Khadgar woke up suddenly.
Is this heroic character still him?
Does what happens in other timelines in the parallel world have anything to do with the main timeline you are in now?
Suddenly, Khadgar's head jolted back and his whole body arched.
Perhaps, he in that world, like the protagonist in all heroic legends, is the gathering point of the world.
It was precisely because that real feeling brought him a brand new and very dangerous experience that made him feel a little unreal.
As Duke's thoughts ceased to be input, Khadgar found that his senses returned to normal.
He was breathing heavily. It was a habit. Spirits didn't need to breathe.
Khadgar began to carefully distinguish what was real.
Duke didn't say anything, nor did he remind or force Khadgar to do anything.
Duke imagined that not many people could withstand such a shock. Especially the psychological gap was too big. After spending such a terrible 20 years as a soul, how many people could bear it when they suddenly knew that they could be awesome?
In Duke's view, this is even a bit like opening Pandora's box, which may release many terrible things, such as the most negative emotions.
But don't forget that the last thing at the bottom of Pandora's box is hope!
So, Duke said he wanted to take a gamble no matter what.
He wanted to see whether Khadgar, the extremely powerful wizard in history, was just a name for himself.
It has nothing to do with the understanding of magic. There are too many talented people in this world, but how many of them can finally become successful? Success or failure, in addition to talent, depends more on willpower.
Khadgar's will has always been very strong.
"Huff, huff, huff!" Khadgar panted. "Can I see it again? Even...can I see my future self in that world..."
"Sure." Duke replied calmly and sent the image produced by the system AI again.
Khadgar closed his eyes and slowly relaxed his senses, allowing the large number of images that invaded his sea of consciousness to gradually calm down, until it became as smooth as watching something or a movie, with the scenes flowing before his eyes one by one.
Khadgar once again immersed himself in the virtual 'me in another world'. In that real virtual world, he opened his eyes and took a deep breath.
Now, he was standing in a 'memory' that belonged only to him, in a small world centered on him. The energy of the entire world was surging through his body, and what he felt was a feeling that he had never felt in the past twenty years as a soul.
This was very fresh and heavy, and it also allowed him to see things that he had not been able to see before...
That's right! In that world, he is a hero, he is the leader.
Likewise, he carries a lot of things that he doesn't need to carry in the main world.
Choice!
For those in high positions, almost every decision is accompanied by pain and sacrifice. Nothing can be achieved without paying a price, and no war is not accompanied by death.
Here, he was a miserable low-level wizard in his lifetime. After choosing to keep his soul, he only needs to fulfill his duties as a butler. He can push all the dangers to Duke, be his own librarian, travel in the sea of books, and immerse himself in magic experiments.
In that parallel world, he was the most important magic consultant of the Alliance and also an important leader of the Alliance. Every speculation and policy decision about the mysterious field was extremely heavy.
It has to be said that Khadgar's mind was confused, entangled, and even bitter.
But at this moment, Khadgar saw something more... that was what Duke had let him see intentionally or unintentionally...
Sometimes, there is no harm without comparison.
Khadgar saw that under Duke's leadership, the first and second Dark Portals were completed in a total of more than two years.
In my own world, it took six years.
In this life, Duke vigorously developed science and technology and the economy, and repeatedly turned the tide. In the field of conventional warfare, the Alliance almost overwhelmed the enemy.
On his side, the Kingdom of Lordaeron was destroyed, as well as Alterac, Stromgarde, Quel'Thalas... almost the entire continent of Lordaeron was reduced to scorched earth, and then the Undercity was rising, and the Kingdom of Sin'dorei surrendered to the Horde...
Only by comparing them together can Khadgar truly feel how big the gap between the two worlds is.
Khadgar was confused, his mind seemed to have turned into a mess. He was completely unaware that while his thoughts were in great confusion, the other five elemental messengers were watching in astonishment as Khadgar's soul strength increased at a geometric rate.
"This is..." Thaddeus looked incredulous.
"Only the soul that has been tested is the strongest soul." Alonsus sighed.
Duke did not bother Khadgar.
Duke also gave it his all, completely!
He really didn't know what changes would occur in this steward who had loyally watched over his Karazhan for twenty-two years after telling Khadgar the 'truth'.
He can only go gamble!
"Huff, huff, huff!" Khadgar kept breathing rapidly, and finally, after two minutes, he seemed to calm down.
Duke asked in a deep voice: "Khadgar, is it a pity? Are you resentful? Perhaps you could have done better."
Khadgar raised his head and smiled: "As expected, it is difficult for humans to accept the work of bronze dragons. I saw that my other self was so heroic that I can't figure out which one is the real me."
Duke said, "Have you thought about it now?"
"I've thought it through! I am me in this world, and I am me in that world. Since I can do it in that world, I think I can do well in my own world." At this point, Khadgar showed a mysterious smile: "My Lord, I know what you are worried about! I want to say that your worry is unnecessary."
"Extra?"
"It's the same reason why you gave up countless chances to become the emperor. My reason is similar - the world is about to be destroyed by the devil, and I don't care who becomes the hero!"
Duke was speechless.
It turns out that different people think differently.
In essence, Duke is selfish. He has a priority list in his mind: first, he must protect himself and his harem, and then his relatives and friends. On this basis, Duke doesn't mind being a hero and saving the country and the world.
But a true hero is one who cares about the world first, the country second, and finally the individual.
No one is born great, and those of noble blood can also fall into the deepest depravity. No matter if a person has such a great idea because of education or some other circumstances, and then puts it into action, it should be praised and admired.
right!
If the sky falls, there will be tall people to hold it up.
If no one is willing to be the tall hero, then when the system finally collapses, the short people will not be able to survive either.
Everyone understands the principle, but how many can really do it?
Obviously, Khadgar is one of them.
In this life, Duke seemed to have absorbed Khadgar's fate, shouldering many responsibilities that should have been fulfilled by Khadgar, and accomplished greater feats than him. Deep down, Duke still felt a little guilty.
Human hearts are very complicated. Duke can continue to cheat people and trick Khadgar into becoming his magic battery after he improves himself. But what about the future?
So before things got worse, Duke's use of the 'parallel world' method to improve Khadgar was actually a salvation for his own soul.
Unexpectedly, Khadgar smiled and said, "The world is about to be destroyed by demons, I don't care who becomes the hero!" These words seem vulgar but are actually full of philosophy.
Duke felt relieved.
"So this is what they call 'judging others by one's own standards'?"
Suddenly smiled bitterly!
Having said that, this method called "injecting real illusions" is actually a way of showing different destinies and tempering other people's souls. It is really effective!
Not to mention Duke, even the other five elemental messengers felt the power of Khadgar's soul.
To be honest, before this, the black witch Farina looked down on Khadgar. She couldn't imagine why Duke wanted such a guy with weak soul fluctuations to serve as the core of the six elements.
Unexpectedly, a miracle that seemed to occur frequently but was actually impossible to replicate appeared.
Originally, Khadgar's soul power was the lowest among the six elemental messengers, but in a few seconds he became the strongest among the six guys, which made Farina extremely jealous.
She stepped out of the line, bowed slightly, and placed her right hand on her left chest. However, Bai Jie's arm was sandwiched between the two Hyjal Peaks, which made her look more seductive!
"My Lord! Can you try the method you just used on Khadgar on me? If the elementalist is powerful, you will benefit more, right?"
Duke glanced at her and certainly knew what she was thinking.
Duke was not annoyed and said, "Khadgar saw his own destiny in different timelines, but what he experienced, the choices he made, the pressure he bore, these and Khadgar's indomitable will are the biggest keys to his growth. Are you sure you want to see it too?"
"I'm sure!" Farina looked like a loyal subject.
Duke stopped talking nonsense and directly connected with her mentally.
Then...
Can an evil black witch be treated the same as the good young man Khadgar?
Poor Farina saw a lot of scenes, most of which were fabricated by Duke using the system elves. In the past, Duke led his team to go through Naxxramas over and over again in order to get equipment in the game. So Duke simply made all the memories of the game team fighting Farina into 3D images in an instant and showed them to Farina.
Well, Khadgar is indomitable, and Farina is beaten like a boss in the game, over and over again.
Can this be the same?
In the "Destiny Video", the first half is mostly Farina's memories, but the end of each fate is death in battle. It's not that she didn't try to fight back, no matter what method she used to improve herself, the final outcome was still being defeated.
Hundreds and thousands of reincarnations in the virtual world are just a few seconds in reality.
Soon, Farina returned to reality from "fate" with a pale face.
"Hey! Farina, it seems that you are not yet able to be 'indomitable'!" Duke comforted Farina hypocritically.
"Wow! I...it turns out that serving my Lord is my only chance to escape my fate. My Lord, you are my ultimate salvation!" If there weren't so many people watching, Farina would definitely come over crying and shouting to hug Duke's thighs, begging for comfort and forgiveness.
Well, Farina's loyalty +10.
After dealing with all the elementalists, Duke finally breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling Khadgar's powerful soul fluctuations that seemed to be surging like a great sea... Duke secretly made an assessment - Dawn Class!
That's it!
Only a Khadgar like this can truly help Duke!
Duke returned to the Arcane Energy Throne, sat upright, and raised his head slightly: "I declare - in three days, I will officially strive for the Demigod realm!"
All preparations were completed. Before he was ready to attack the demigod realm, Duke contacted his loved ones for the last time. He knew that Tyrande was pulling out the insect nests in Silithus as planned. Clipping C'Thun's wings was a slow process and could not be rushed. It also bought time for Duke.
"You must come back!"
"I know you have a good chance, but you should be careful and put your own safety first."
"I'm waiting for you..."
The magic communication was full of blessings and a touch of sadness. No matter which lover it was, they all understood that this was Duke's path. Although no one knew where Duke's path of magic exploration would end, before Duke decided to stop, as Duke's lovers and most loyal supporters, they had absolutely no reason to hold him back.
"Don't worry! I will succeed!" Duke's calm smile revealed a strong sense of confidence.
Three days is not a long time and it goes by very quickly.
The heroes loyal to Duke have already entered Karazhan directly.
On the first floor are the guardian knights of Edmund Duke's family, and the one in charge is Edwin VanCleef. In addition, two maids, Vanessa and Solarian, are also in charge.
Duke began his all-out effort at the highest level of Karazhan.
In an independent space as big as two football fields side by side, the ground is covered with intricately patterned magic circles. The circles use the most primitive magic runes of Azeroth - dragon language runes, which have many functions such as resisting foreign enemies and communicating with the elemental world.
All the preparations have been done to the best of Duke's ability.
Outside the magic circle, the six elemental messengers are ready.
Duke put aside all distracting thoughts and let out a long breath: "Let's get started!"
Becoming a mage is a gradual process of training.
If the Adept Mage and the archmage were to communicate purely with Heaven and Earth, they would have the power to influence Heaven and Earth.
Then the third level, master, Archmage and Dawn Sun, is to further introduce the magic of the elemental world, refine one's own strength, and generate capabilities similar to nuclear reactors, creating magic in the form of a nearly perpetual motion machine.
When it goes up further, it in turn communicates with the entire world with a power so strong that it transcends the mortal world.
Demigod is a being that has entered the realm of gods.
After consulting a large number of ancient books, Duke knew that the demigods of Azeroth were not demigods simply because they possessed divinity and used it.
Possessing divinity, they can only be considered as pure divine creatures, just like the six elemental messengers that Duke is currently transforming.
A true demigod will become a part of Azeroth forever. Unless it is completely destroyed at its root, in theory, a demigod can be resurrected infinitely.
It's like the father of the demigod Cenarius - the strongest demigod Malorne, the White Deer, who has been dead for ten thousand years. Who would have thought that he would come back to life and scare people? Oh, no, he is fighting against evil!
Duke stood in the center of the magic circle with a hexagram pattern, calmed down, and even paused the assistance of the system AI, completely feeling the world with the power of a wizard.
quiet!
Quiet!
Completely quiet!
He closed his eyes, shut off his vision, and even used magic to prevent any light from passing through his eyelids and entering his eyes.
I used a little magic to turn off my hearing and could not hear any sound from the outside world.
Two thin layers of arcane element isolation appeared on the nostrils, filtering out all smells.
The tongue's sense of taste is isolated in the sea of consciousness.
Finally, the entire person's soul was pulled out of his body under the effect of the magic circle.
It was a very mysterious feeling. My body was right below me, but I was floating in the air.
Without looking back at his body like a curious baby, Duke released his soul's sense of touch and extended out of the room.
The next second, he felt all the sensations in Karazhan: the sound of the wind echoing in the corridor, the fluctuations of the spirit power of the Heroic Warriors patrolling, the wind blowing through the walls and the air flowing through the tiny gaps...
The next second, his spiritual sense spread to the entire Against the Wind Trail, and he sensed the vitality hidden in the charred underground...
In the third second, Duke's feeling had spread to the entire planet Azeroth.
Although the feedback from his senses was already very vague and full of uncertainty, Duke was extremely certain that he could already feel the world's breathing, pulsation, cycle of life, and the world's pain...
The closest pain comes from the southeast, where the cursed land is located. The Dark Portal is like a wound left by a sharp weapon, which not only cannot heal, but also keeps bleeding and sorrowing like a festering sore.
In the far northwest is Mount Hyjal. The destruction of the holy mountain and the World Tree undoubtedly left a deep scar on this land.
The more recent pain came from the far west, and Duke instinctively sensed that it was Silithus. The ancient god C'Thun was overdrawing the power of the earth, creating his insect servants almost infinitely.
But after the pain, Azeroth seemed to have its immune system stimulated, or in other words, it had a sense of the life cycle and finally produced the most intense stress response.
That's right! Mother Earth is waking up and protecting herself and every life on this planet in her own unique way.
Duke could clearly feel that the shackles of the life limit had been removed by Azeroth, and the world's power limit for mortal guardians was also rising.
Since the Dark Portal, Duke has regarded himself as the guardian of the world and has fulfilled his duties as a guardian.
At the same time, Duke somehow felt the favor of the goddess of fate, and after C'Thun came out to cause trouble, he obtained several divinities incredibly quickly... Although Duke wanted to attribute all the success to his own efforts, Duke was subconsciously very clear that everything was not a coincidence.
Some people are born with supernatural powers.
Some people are born wise.
Some people are always lucky.
However, in this mortal world, fate is unpredictable. The fate of millions of people is like duckweed, drifting with the waves and unable to control themselves.
Despite this, those who ultimately succeed are all true kings who have combined talent, hard work, and luck, and have grown up after going through countless hardships.
No matter what, Duke relied on his advantages as a time traveler, his strong will, flexible adaptability, "fearless" courage and absolutely accurate grasp of the general trend, and made the right choice in every extraordinary opportunity, and finally reached this step.
So today, at the very beginning when the world's permissions are opened, Duke wants to be the first to try it!
When his soul began to sing and call out to the whole world.
Almost immediately, the world responded to Duke!
As the purple-blue beam of light pierced the sky from the top of Karazhan, professionals and extraordinary people across the entire Eastern Kingdoms and even the entire world of Azeroth felt an inexplicable throbbing in their hearts.
Every powerful being turned their heads one after another and looked towards the direction of Karazhan following the direction of their throbbing hearts.
The world in front of my eyes seemed to stop at this moment.
The wind was still and the leaves drooped quietly.
The grains of sand in the air kept tumbling.
Even in the Silithus hive, the swirling fragments of limbs stopped spinning in midair.
The light of morning sun penetrated the thick clouds and poured down to the earth without hesitation, creating a golden scene.
The whole world is quiet and silent.
Everything in the world fell into silence, as if it had calmed down completely, bowing its head meekly and silently to make way for the scene that was about to happen.
In the center of the Endless Sea, the huge whirlpool that was once the Well of Eternity seemed to have changed for no reason - it was originally rotating clockwise, as if to suck all the sea water in the world into the center of the whirlpool in another world, but suddenly it stopped.
The entire sea surface was without a single ripple, like a mirror, reflecting the color of the sky.
At some point, Duke opened his eyes, and in his pupils there was a vortex-shaped arcane light that was exactly the same as the original Endless Sea.
This time was very short, less than one tenth of a second, and then the pupils became clear again.
Even though it was short, Khadgar still captured this detail keenly.
Khadgar's clear voice connected perfectly, and a resonance of souls was generated immediately: "In the name of the Wanderer of the Starry Sky, the Seeker of Knowledge, the Supreme Ruler of the Arcane, announce to the world - my Lord Edmund Duke is the Lord of the Arcane!"
At this moment, all the magicians in the world felt that the magic power in their bodies began to shift slightly. The core part of their magic power was leaving them in fear.
The Lord of the Arcane - means that a new existence, in the name of the world, declares its dominance over the power of arcane to all magicians who use arcane magic in the world.
Although this ruling power is not complete or absolute, and if you feel it carefully, you will find that this ruling power excludes the Dragonflight, but being controlled by others is never a pleasant thing for the wizard.
For example, if it is a true god that controls a certain domain, if you want to use the magic of that domain, you must use it in the name of that existence and abide by its rules.
The moon goddess Elune is an example. To use any magic related to the moon, you must add "In the name of the moon goddess Elune" before the spell.
Only if you offer your sacrifices to the goddess Elune in normal times, such as overflowing magic power, faith, and use spells at critical moments, will the goddess pay attention to you.
In the field of monopoly, it is so unreasonable. If you bow your head, there will be a deal. If you are unhappy, you can only get out of here and don't use this power.
Of course, the one who made the soul declaration now was only a demigod, and his control over the power of that domain was not complete. At this time, you have to make a choice. If you are really unhappy, you can add a sentence such as "free arcane magic power" in front of the spell to declare that you are using ownerless magic power.
But, I am afraid that if that demigod becomes a true god in the future, those who used the ownerless magic power back then will be recorded in the little black notebook, and then when he becomes a god, he will come to settle the accounts with you - burning your part of the magic circuit is a small matter, the most worrying thing is that your descendants will be forbidden to use it, which will be very troublesome.
What's more, the one who has now been declared the Lord of Arcane is Edmund Duke!
Countless magicians' faces changed drastically, especially Anasterian from Quel'Thalas, who is now the leader of the Forsaken.
His bony claws, which were dry and without a trace of moisture, tightly grasped his staff.
It felt like Duke was slapping him in the face, left and right, and repeating it endlessly.
It didn't matter if all his pale old teeth were blown out.
The only thing to be thankful for is that Duke is only just beginning to try to become a demigod. First, he may not succeed. Second, he is still a long way from becoming a true god.
What a pity, I still feel unhappy!
Obviously it was his own power, but within his own soul and within his own magic circuits, the free arcane energy was being drawn away. The arcane energy bearing Duke's name was forcibly descending, and its unstoppable force was taking over everything, rewriting everything.
Not every wizard is named Anasterian, and not every wizard has crossed the threshold of the . From this moment on, all wizards below the level must quickly recite the preface "In the name of Edmund Duke!" before using any arcane magic. Otherwise, they have to wait for a powerful person to redevelop new arcane magic to bypass Duke's arcane dominance, so that they can use arcane magic again.
In Dalaran, in the Kingdom of Sin'dorei, in the Eastern Kingdoms, and in Kalimdor, every spellcaster subconsciously looked up at the sky and found that the changing arcane energy was constantly gathering and dispersing in the sky, forming a series of bizarre and blurry scenes.
Mediocre people can only watch the fun.
The capable people looked in astonishment at what Duke showed them after he was sworn in as the 'Master of Arcane': it was a brand new arcane secret.
"I, Khadgar, in the name of the Elemental Messenger of Edmund Duke, declare here: The subtleties of the arcane should be known and understood by the world. The power of the arcane should be concentrated in the hands of the good, the explorers of magic, and the pious. My Lord wishes to accomplish all good deeds in the world. My Lord wishes to eliminate all evil deeds in the world. Those who are willing to follow this will and this righteousness, please walk with my Lord-"
Khadgar's soul declaration was transmitted through the world's will, and mages all over the world were shocked.
If Duke just now was domineeringly declaring his sovereignty, then now it is a typical case of bribery and statement of position.
This sentence has two meanings:
The first is that those who believe in my way will receive prizes. These prizes are the metamagic specialties Arcane Subtlety and Arcane Focus that the mages were supposed to learn on their own.
The former Arcane Mastery is something that basically any decent mage would try to figure out on his own, because it can 'reduce your target's resistance to all your magic by 10 points and reduce the threat value of your arcane magic by 40%'.
There are always some tough guys in this world, such as the warriors of the Blackrock Clan, who are naturally very resistant to fire. 10 points of resistance is a unit of measurement that can reduce a considerable amount of the enemy's resistance. The threat value is whether the enemy will be more wary of you.
It's like taking anesthesia and then chopping the enemy's arm. He doesn't feel any pain and won't feel like you are hitting him.
Arcane Concentration further reduces the enemy's chance of resisting your arcane magic.
These two metamagic feats are very painful even for high-level mages.
If they rejected Duke, it would mean they would have to say goodbye to these two metamagic specialties forever.
The second meaning is more direct - Damn it, I am on the side of justice and kindness. Neutral guys are okay, but all the cultists and the like should get out of here.
As soon as these words came out, the whole of Dalaran was in an uproar.
"Long live!"
"Praise Edmund Duke!"
In any world, power is a pyramid. Only a few people possess ultimate power. Most of them are ordinary people at the bottom. Duke's announcement means that almost every decent mage, as long as they are not a cultist, can automatically have two metamagic specialties!
For such a large group of mages, this meant an immediate increase in strength of at least 20%.
Almost at the same time as Khadgar's announcement, more information about arcane magic spread to the souls of various mages, such as the standardization of the use of arcane magic, and the starting standard for exploring arcane magic is master Mage. Every spellcaster can feel Duke's rigor and the requirements for the control of arcane magic.
Duke, who was in the middle of the magic circle, didn't say a word. He subconsciously lowered his head and found that what was under his feet was no longer a magic circle, not the earth, not the mountains and rivers, but a void world with only arcane elements.
This world still had the outline of the planet Azeroth. He could even transcend matter and space and directly "see" the souls on the other side of the planet, on the continent of Kalimdor.
Colorful souls, although there are countless souls fleeing from this illusory arcane world, some of them are spinning strangely, some are trembling, and some are even trying desperately to break away from this arcane world.
Duke felt it and found that they were all things whose souls were beginning to decay.
"The Scourge...The Forsaken..." A mysterious smile appeared on Duke's lips.
The complicated prayer lasted for a full hour.
Duke was also a little helpless, there was nothing he could do about it, because arcane was the core of a mage, and also the core of his impact on the demigod realm.
Simply crossing the threshold of demigod is not that complicated. If you don't want to make progress, just say "I am the guardian of XXX".
For example, Agamemnon, the boar demigod who was killed by two third-rate void lords. Although it is said that after his death, he turned into Razorfen Downs to protect boars and boarmen, Duke still thinks that this guy is useless.
Duke has ambitions and dreams.
Either you don't step into the divine realm at all, just be an ordinary person and go with the flow.
Since he had to attack the divine realm in order to kill the Burning Legion, he should aim for the position of true God.
Therefore, Duke chose a broader and more powerful field from the beginning as the core force for his impact on becoming a demigod.
Duke's announcement to the souls of the world made Jaina and Ilucia very happy, because from this moment on, they could know the status of their loved ones more quickly and accurately through other means. Of course, no one knew whether those who offended Jaina's sister would be bullied and banned from magic in the future.
When wizards all over the world thought that Duke was attacking the divine realm and it would be good enough to become the god of arcane.
In Karazhan, the second elementalist appeared.
The Administrator, Executus, is a fire demon.
Because the mages are experiencing a soul connection from the world at this moment, whether they want to watch it or not, they have to watch it mentally distracted.
If Khadgar, the first one to appear, was quite popular and could be accepted by mages of most races, then Exortus, who appeared now, really scared many mages.
Damn, a fire demon came out, what is going on! ?
You know, not every wizard knows that Duke is so awesome that he has a fire demon as his younger brother.
Executus undoubtedly has some influence on the city appearance and looks a bit weak, but his strength is actually a strong boss level. The characteristics of the fire demon make it difficult for him to be defeated or even killed without the support of the fire element.
He raised his arms high, and the horn-like spikes on the outside of his arms and back made a "clacking" sound as he raised his hands.
Every wizard in the world noticed that hallucinations appeared on his retina. Countless tiny flames were spinning around him, and some even floated up and flew into the sky.
The slightly strange Common accent of Executus echoed in the minds of the wizards.
"I, the fire demon Executus, declare to the world in the name of my lord Edmund Duke, the conqueror of Molten Core, the slayer of Ragnaros, the supreme ruler of the Land of Fire, that my lord is the master of fire!"
Almost as soon as Executus finished his soul declaration, a magnitude twelve earthquake occurred in the entire magic world, and even the entire fire elemental world!
Throughout the ages, the four elemental realms have all been in the hands of the four elemental lords. Their domination of the four elements can be traced back to the War of Domination 25,000 years ago. Before that, there was no written record of the world.
Therefore, when Duke declared himself the master of fire, it was no longer just a slap in the face, but a complete declaration of war.
As the saying goes, destroying someone's financial resources is like killing his parents.
Duke's actions undoubtedly abused all of Ragnaros's ancestors. Although Ragnaros probably didn't have any ancestors...
Duke doesn't care anyway.
Facing the extremely violent and furious Ragnaros, Duke has already destroyed one of its most important clones, and according to the original history, in the future, in the land of fire in Ragnaros' lair, the mortal heroes will have a battle with Ragnaros.
To offend once is an offense, to offend n times is also an offense.
Since he was going to offend Ragnaros to death anyway, Duke would not show any mercy to him and would directly declare himself the Lord of Fire.
If Duke's announcement to all the wizards in the world just now that he was the Lord of Arcane was a bit overbearing, then now he was absolutely overbearing.
Almost immediately, Ragnaros, who had been sleeping due to another injury, was forced to wake up. After confirming the soul transmission again, Ragnaros was furious!
"Edmund Duke - a despicable villain who colluded with traitors to kill my clone and destroy my holy land! I won't forgive you! Just wait - I swear, I will burn you and this damn world to ashes -"
At this moment, almost every mage could feel the terrifying and angry fluctuations coming from the fire elemental world.
However, the reaction of the wizards was...
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Good! Well done—"
"His Excellency Edmund Duke is mighty and majestic!"
Almost every mage cheered!
It's simple!
Compared to the ownerless arcane element, the more primitive fire element is basically owned by someone, and its owner is the elemental demigod Ragnaros. Of course, this guy is not a good bird. It has always occupied the fire element and prohibited the existence of creatures other than fire elementals from using it.
However, in the War for Domination, he fought against the Titans, and ended up being severely defeated. He was eventually seriously injured and imprisoned in the elemental plane, losing his absolute control over the fire element. This gave mortal mages the opportunity to use the fire element.
Of course, in order to avoid Rag's domination, the mages were forced to choose spells that consumed more magic power.
Duke complained countless times back then: Playing a fire mage is such a fucking waste of mana!
Now Duke is fighting against Ragnaros for control of the fire element. No matter what the result is, at least he feels relieved now!
What's more, Duke is now giving out big red envelopes. With a wave of his hand, he announced that as long as he succeeds in becoming a demigod, the magic power consumption of all fire magic will be reduced by 20%.
This time, every wizard really roared with excitement and ecstasy.
"Ahhh! No! Lord Edmund Duke, please make sure you succeed in your attempt to become a demigod! Please become the God of Mages."
The entire Dalaran, and even all the wizards in the entire magical world, were in an uproar.
With the ecstasy of fire, and then the elemental messenger of frost, the prayer changed when the ice dragon Sapphiron appeared.
"I am Sapphiron, I declare in the name of my Lord Edmund Duke - my Lord is the incarnation of frost, the one who transcends absolute zero, the blizzard that freezes all evil..."
This time, it sounds like a big name, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that Duke's demands in the field of frost are relatively low. He just wants me to use it.
Others are puzzled by this.
Why is Duke so domineering in other areas but so indifferent to the frost system?
Only Jaina burst into tears, and crystal tears instantly slid down her delicate face. She knew that it was not that Duke did not have the courage to do it, but that the throne of the God of Ice and Snow was left for her to challenge...
Duke announced in one breath that his divine domain involved three systems. To outsiders, Duke must want to be the God of Mages.
It was natural for the strongest wizard at that time to want to break through the limit and become the god of wizards. No one was surprised. Just like when Medivh borrowed the magic power of the Council of Tirisfal to break through the realm of demigod, he chose the space magic he was best at, so Medivh was an interstellar wanderer.
Before this, only the mages were affected, because it was a wartime period and many mages had priests around them. The priests watched the event with an attitude of indifference. At most, they carefully savored the special elemental aura that echoed around the mages.
Soon, they discovered something strange. The air was filled with the holiness familiar to priests and paladins. It was as if they were in the cathedral of the holy city of Stratholme, or Light's Hope Chapel in the Eastern Plaguelands. The holy statues of the sages stood in it, gazing at everyone with a profound gaze that seemed to transcend time and space.
"Wait! Could it be that Lord Edmund Duke is also interested in Holy Light?"
They guessed right!
The next person to appear shocked all the priests and made them completely lose the ability to speak.
Because, in the soul vision, they saw the long-lost former Archbishop of Holy Light, Alonsus Faol!
"By the Holy Light, has Lord Fao been resurrected?"
"No! Look at his body, it's translucent."
"Is that the Holy Spirit?"
"That should be it!"
In the elemental realm, most clergymen were half-knowledgeable idiots. No matter how much they guessed, they could not guess that Alonsus was now a creature of the element of light.
"I, Alonsus Faol, accept the request of my friend Edmund Duke and serve as his Holy Light Messenger. I swear in the name of my friend - my friend is a preacher of Holy Light, a guardian of truth and justice. My friend will spread the three virtues and dispel all evil in the world..."
From the perspective of the origin of the world, this declaration is not the strongest.
But from a worldly perspective, this announcement caused the greatest shock.
In the Stormwind Cathedral Square, the civilians who gathered to pray every day saw the entire Holy Light Cathedral emitting dazzling golden light above the square, reaching straight into the sky. In the distance, people seemed to hear countless little angels singing happily.
Inside the church, every monk, priest, and paladin witnessed with their own eyes that the statue of the saint was actually shaking slightly. The surging holy light on the statue was like ripples caused by wind blowing on the water, rising and falling and shaking continuously.
"Holy Light!"
"Praise you—"
"Edmund Duke, your name will indeed become sacred!"
The prayers of mortals echoed in every country.
If Dukla's arrival at Alonsus Faol was shocking, then the next appearance of the black witch Farina shocked the warlocks.
Although Farina had tried her best to wear a dignified dress, she had been playing the beauty trick for so long that the charm and seduction had already seeped into every corner of her soul, so her every move seemed so charming.
Even her declaration seemed like an invitation.
"I am the black witch Farina. I have responded to my Lord's call and hereby announce to the world that my Lord is the Blade of Darkness. I will not limit myself to using the power of darkness to carry out things of light..."
After Farina finished, it was Thaddeus who came on stage with a similar announcement.
But after the initial shock, his existence seemed dispensable.
Only the druids and shamans who were closest to nature and used the power of wind and thunder heard Thaddeus's announcement.
They were so embarrassed.
Damn, you are a mage, but you have mastered the power of wind and thunder. What should we, the authentic messengers of nature, do for?
Interestingly, Thrall heard it too.
"This..." The tribal chieftain had a constipated expression.
The world-class announcement of the six elemental messengers is certainly shocking.
Duke knew best that this was just an appetizer, or even a stepping stone for a mortal being to enter the realm of the gods.
To truly break through, you can only rely on yourself.
Countless extraordinary beings in the world were looking outside Karazhan. Even though Karazhan's perfect protection blocked these gazes from directly peeking inside, Duke could still feel it all clearly.
There are those with good intentions, those who are curious, those who are malicious, those who are prying, and those who are ready to laugh at the joke...
Although Duke is based on arcane, fire and frost, and supplemented by the other three, it seems that the priorities are clear, the types of power are wide, and the future is bright. However, only the extraordinary people know that the difficulty of Duke's entry into the realm of gods is dozens of times that of an ordinary weak demigod.
There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Considering that Duke will eventually have to fight against Ragnaros, the Fire Lord, again, the difficulty coefficient brought by the invisibility difficulty has soared and is immeasurable.
What the outside world thinks and does is its own business.
Even though his six elemental messengers were chanting prayers outside the magic circle, Duke was completely unaware.
He calmed down, completely calmed down, and at the same time slowly turned on the system AI. With the help of the system, he adjusted every cell in his body, striving to make the coordination between body and soul as close to 100%.
The magic power hidden in the blood begins to flow with the beating of the heart, infusing into every tiny corner of the body.
In the magic circuit, with the arcane circuit as the core, frost and fire as the auxiliary, and holy, shadow and thunder next, it began to carry out self-circulation in an orderly manner and spread the gain.
"Boom! Boom!" The beating of the heart and the pulsation of the magic circuit turned into one sound without anyone noticing.
The sound became louder and louder, resounding throughout the highest floors of Karazhan like the sound of a drum.
Duke's appearance had completely changed by this time.
It seems that Duke no longer looks like a human being with a physical body, except for his appearance.
The energy of the six major systems emerged on Duke's body, forming countless curved lines. These lines were like hundreds of thousands of spider webs covering the surface of Duke's skin.
Countless elemental energies were attracted from the surrounding void, and after being filtered by the magic circle, they turned into extremely pure energy, shooting towards Duke's body surface and quickly penetrating his entire body.
The light beneath Duke's skin was only faint at first, then it grew stronger and stronger, and then it became a bright and dazzling light.
The whole person seemed to have turned into a complete elemental body.
That is just an appearance, the transformation is not actually complete yet.
Duke carefully controlled the balance of elemental energy in his body through the system. Even with the assistance of the system, this was still a job that required extreme caution.
Dancing on the edge of a knife is simply not enough to describe the difficulty of this job.
If I have to use something to describe it, it is to drive a sports car at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour on a bad road where a few pieces of gravel may pop up at any time, hold the steering wheel with one hand and stick the other hand out of the window, and then complete the standard sense of threading a needle in an instant.
This is not a matter of pretending and running away.
If one is not careful, not only will his soul be blown to pieces in a minute, but Karazhan, and even half of Elwynn Forest and Duskwood will be in trouble.
Duke gritted his teeth, and then used ultra-micro-carving techniques as if embroidering on rice grains, carefully controlling the system elves to further purify the elements that had been absorbed into the body and seemed to be very pure.
Based on arcane magic, with fire and frost as branches, and holy magic, shadow and thunder as auxiliary, it separates debris and expels it from the body at high speed while further integrating magic power.
He compressed them carefully, wrapped them with his own consciousness, and directed them to where they were needed under the guidance of his spirit. At the same time, he stamped every bit of magic power with the soul mark that belonged only to him, Duke.
This was a very fast process. Magic power was seeping into every one hundred thousand pores on Duke's body, but with the help of the system elves, it seemed as if his soul was divided into one hundred thousand parts, and each part handled its own task independently - filtering, purifying, and sublimating.
The soul is in great pain.
The pain was beyond the limit of what the flesh could bear, and it was not something that could be suppressed by any type of anesthetic. Because in a sense, Duke was giving up his human body and transitioning to a spirit body that was almost an elemental body.
It hurts!
It hurts!
The pain is heart-wrenching!
The pain is so severe that the skin cracks inch by inch!
The feeling of being torn into millions of pieces and then ground into powder almost made Duke collapse.
But when the pain reached its peak, suddenly, all the pain disappeared.
Instead, it is a kind of sublimation.
His whole soul felt light, and under his feet, there seemed to be a colorful and hazy world, opening a door that belonged only to him, Duke.
"Come on! Welcome, our new companion!" a hazy neutral voice said in Common Language.
The six elements were positioned in the shape of a hexagram, floating behind Duke.
The soul slowly descended, and the next moment, Duke felt as if a certain unimportant memory of his was being asked if it could be read. Duke subconsciously agreed.
Then, a magnificent palace appeared before our eyes.
It was a Gothic-style palace, somewhat similar to Notre Dame de Paris, a landmark in the history of European architecture.
The first thing that catches your eye is the spire that rises high into the sky. The main facade has a unique style and rigorous structure, and looks very majestic and solemn.
It is divided into three large sections vertically by pilasters; three decorative bands divide it into three parts horizontally, among which there are three concave doorways at the bottom.
Above the doorway is the so-called "Demigod Gallery", on which there are a large number of statues representing Cenarius, the god of the forest, Malorne, the white deer god, and others.
Higher up is the 'Gallery of the True Gods'. There are clearly six statues, but the only ones Duke can distinguish are Elune, the goddess of the moon, and C'Thun. The others are just blurry sights.
The huge and luxurious door opened with a bang.
Duke strode in.
The scene before him made Duke a little stunned.
The interior was more like a semicircular theater, with the front seats obviously occupied by the true gods. Duke, as a newly promoted demigod, could only be in the outermost circle.
Duke didn't mind, and following the guidance of his soul, he found an empty seat.
He was not surprised why such a huge temple was empty, because he suddenly saw a huge illusory being next to his position. That being seemed both real and fake, as if it was dozing off, but also seemed to be truly asleep.
Even though Duke had no direct contact with this person in this life, he still recognized him by his green centaur appearance - this guy was the demigod Cenarius who should have been killed by Roar.
Duke frowned slightly, he walked around the huge Cenarius, and when he came to his position, a six-color elemental throne rose naturally and lifted Duke's body onto the throne.
Meanwhile, Duke sees his own name in a trance.
Just like the pen stickers used by elementary school students, it was an empty name with only an outline and no connotation, floating not far from Duke's chest.
Duke pointed his finger, and the six elements automatically gathered on his finger in proportion. Duke used his finger as a pen to write his name in a flamboyant manner. The illusory frame absorbed Duke's name like soil absorbs rainwater.
In his spiritual vision, Duke could feel the magic power in his body disappearing at a high speed like a river pouring down. At the same time, stirred by the magic power, his spiritual sea seemed to become a chaos with six colors, which was very unclear!
Gradually, slowly, Duke distinguished that it was the divinity he had absorbed into his body before. Under the impact of the high-purity magic power, the six kinds of divinity merged into one and bloomed with the light of life.
Chaos was constantly washed away, and the divinity in perception became clearer and clearer.
The imprint of the previous owner in the divinity separated at this time and attached to the new soul name.
Blue arcane.
Red flames.
White frost.
Golden sacred.
Black shadow.
Purple thunder.
The six colors blended together quickly to form a rainbow, which followed the movements of Duke's hands and took shape and definition in Duke's soul.
This is Duke carving his name deep in the core of the world.
It was also Duke who was shaping his own demigod soul—a super-powerful soul far superior to ordinary souls.
Duke's magic power and soul power continued to be consumed at a high speed at this time.
If a quasi-demigod does not have enough accumulated energy, his power may be exhausted and his body and soul may be destroyed on the way to becoming a demigod.
But Duke is not an ordinary demigod. Since he has chosen a more complex divine structure, he also has a wider source of divine power.
He could even clearly feel that in the two continents of Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor, countless mages, priests, druids, and shamans were supporting him in a vague way, quietly replenishing Duke's consumption with their overflowing magic power.
Likewise, in the elemental world of fire and the elemental world of water, there is also a good supply of magic power.
Of course, as the core arcane magic, Duke can only rely on Karazhan's reserves, which are the overflow energy from the void and other dimensions accumulated by Karazhan for countless years.
Suddenly, Duke saw a blurry figure. Although it was blurry, he still recognized who the other person was at a glance!
"Medivh?"