In the past, there were roommates, classmates in the same class and the next class, and there were also social people who often came to the Internet café to mingle, and watched the illusions in their appearance burned.

Duke has only one feeling:

It's heart-piercing, Lao Tie!

Duke was so uncomfortable that he was about to cry.

However, this is a psychic attack. You live or die, there is only one psychic attack that can become the victor!

In normal times, it is very difficult for any intelligent creature with a normal mind to control its mind. There are only two ways to control a creature with the simplest form of violence in the shortest possible time: wreak havoc on its mind and wear down its intelligence.

Mentally retarded is easy to understand, and if someone with an average IQ of 90 drops to an IQ as high as 5 points, it is a success. Whether it's by slowing down their thinking reactions or weakening their way of thinking. But such a means often also combines the combat ability of the creature.

Humans have lost the ability to think, and they are like mentally retarded zombies.

Yugsaron chose to be another, more troublesome means - to wreak havoc on the mind.

It's not untraceable.

Before Duke entered Ulduar, he carefully recalled Yugsaron's methods. Coming to a conclusion, Yugsaron is a super master at playing dissociative amnesia.

Dissociative amnesia is a memory disorder characterized by sudden memory regression, caused by intense stress or trauma, such as witnessing the death of a loved one. The patient forgets the painful experience as if it had never happened, living in a lie of self-deception.

It's like Torrim, obviously in the great battle with Loken in history, Torim was brainwashed into a slave by Yugsaron as soon as he turned his head with great hatred and heavy responsibilities. It's this trick.

The spiritual world is the most complicated thing, and if you brainwash it all, you will become an idiot. Yugsaron's approach is to preserve a considerable degree of the victim's knowledge, leaving the memories he cherishes the most, and then modifying the rest.

After a period of time, his cognition and memory are slowly modified perfectly, and he will become a brainless fan like Loken.

Duke pondered what kind of spiritual weakness he had, and that he had the opportunity to suffer severe psychological trauma. He summed it up for a long time, and finally summed it up: that is, gains and losses.

With today's achievements and today's perfect and harmonious harem, he is reluctant to give up at all. If there was anything he feared the most, it was the loss of all he had in Azeroth.

Therefore, Yugsaron spent a lot of effort to bypass the protection of the system elves by undetectable means, and after peeking into Duke's memory fragments, he could predict what kind of attack he would launch.

Duke has set himself a trap that looks like a trigger.

If you recall your memories from the time of the Earth Celestial Empire, then activate the prompt of the system sprite by yourself.

This trick saved Duke.

"Hahahaha!" Ah Guang turned into a flame skeleton in the flames.

Duke turned unhurriedly, losing his sanity every second if he was confronted by this crazy skeleton.

I would love to light a cigarette, but unfortunately, Duke doesn't smoke.

After thinking about it, Duke had an extra crystal glass cup made entirely of frost elements in his hand, and it contained all psychedelic liquid arcane energy.

"Since it's a dream, you can't even open your own storage space, so be it......" Duke gave a strange expression that didn't know whether to smile or wry, and raised the cup in his hand high, before letting the Arcane droplets pour onto the ground.

The former "World of Warcraft" was so beautiful.

For it, someone climbed over the wall in the middle of the night to go to the Internet café.

For it, someone works part-time as a writer for two hours a day, and then 12 hours in Warcraft.

For it, someone got up in the dark and turned on the computer at three o'clock in the morning when he was on the night shift at the factory, just because Duke, who was the president of the guild, called him, 'Hey!XX, there was a fight on the line'.

Everyone frolicked, played, celebrated, and was heartbroken in it.

More than twenty years after entering the world of Azeroth, that memory is very far away.

It was the end of an era.

But for Duke the Traverser, it was also the beginning of an era.

Looking at the 'Arcane Liquor' swaying in mid-air, Duke muttered to himself, "Salute to our lost youth!"

Right!

Duke will miss, but not obsessed.

From the first day of his crossing, he was engaged in a battle that even he thought he could not win, not to mention the whole world.

In the face of a powerful enemy as many as the stars in the sky, I hesitated, doubted, and even almost flinched, but since I have never given up the 'simple' ideal in my heart to mix better, the only thing left to do is-

Win the final victory and forge a legend that belongs to me Duke!

......

Accompanied by Duke's dream-like self-talk, the dream in front of him almost changed in response.

The walls of the Internet café disappeared silently.

A large, white jellyfish-like thing floating in mid-air was revealed.

It was the same thing as Duke remembered.

Yes, it's Yugsaron's brain, the power to control dreams, and in a sense, it's one of Ysera's most formidable enemies.

When Duke was the first to step into the Mind Temple, he was slightly surprised, and almost in no particular order, the remaining walls of the Mind Temple also disappeared silently in a matter of seconds, revealing the existence behind the walls.

The first to come out was Sylvanas, the queen of the blood elves, who raised her chin haughtily in the face of Duke's inquiring gaze: "Anastrian's nightmare seems to want to use old age to prove that his powerlessness and betrayal are not mistakes. Even if I am too old to pull the bowstring, I will still use my body to defend my compatriots, even if I die on the way to the charge!"

Duke was a little dumbfounded, but then relieved: never bow to fate, sure enough, this is the Sylvanas* Windranger I love so much.

Tirio appeared second, shaking his head, "I met Arthas, and in that dream, he seemed to justify his patricide. Unfortunately, I don't listen. I've seen the kindest orcs, and I've seen the dirtiest humans. Justice brooks no blasphemy, justice brooks no trampling, and justice knows no race or national borders. Nightmares have the truth of nightmares, and I have my righteousness. ”

As one of the Five Saints of Silver, Tirio's faith is second only to Uther. For him, Duke had nothing to worry about.

Vaski appeared in the form of a human-faced naga, and she showed a wry smile: "I met Queen Azhara, and she seems to want to be my master. But 10,000 years is too long. I have nothing but hatred for her. Moreover, the radiance of redemption in my heart sobered me up. ”