After coming out of Stormwind City, go straight south, cross Mirror Lake and West Spring Fortress, and then turn west to the boundary of the Western Wilderness.

Sitting in a bumpy carriage, Duke stared out the window.

Outside the window is a sunny sky that seems to be forever clear, and even the wind carries a hint of barren dryness. As far as the eye can see, there is a piece of loess, yellow earth, and yellow fields. The Wild West has the same pleasant temperatures as Alwin, but strong winds from the sea and twilight forests keep blowing through.

If it weren't for the fact that the fields were still full of grains, Duke would have thought it was a barren land.

In fact, perhaps due to the underground river, the land here is quite fertile.

Unfortunately, there are many bad monsters in the Wild West, and the most annoying thing for Duke is the vultures flying all over the sky. He saw with his own eyes that one of the mercenaries, whom he had symbolically used as a bodyguard, had been attacked.

I saw a black shadow flash in the sky, drawing a straight line with death meaning in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, the black shadow of death had fallen from the sky. Predictably, in a matter of seconds, the back of the young mercenary's head would be struck by a vulture and turned into a rotten watermelon.

The young mercenary was well equipped, wearing a standard iron helmet that the Stormwind guards had eliminated. However, such a swift blow was by no means something that an unsuspecting recruit could resist.

That impact alone was enough to break his cervical spine.

It is conceivable that he will die soon.

At this moment, fear froze throughout the convoy. At least six or seven mercenaries who witnessed this scene showed horror, and the leader of the mercenaries, Uncle Makaro, had a shocked expression. However, the vultures were so fast that they didn't even have time to take out their bows and arrows to fight back.

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the window of the carriage.

Duke's hand.

That's right, it's still a combination of [Calm and Relaxed] and [Flame Explosion Technique]. This trick is indeed more than enough to beat ordinary soldiers and humans. But as a directional spell, there's nothing good about locking on to a target in this real world of Azeroth.

It is based on the prediction of the mage himself.

Predicting something is a very mysterious thing in itself. This thing relies on experience and intuition.

Due to the limited mana and the fact that Duke could not find an effective way to replenish his mana, Duke actually did not have a full understanding of his [Flame Explosion Technique]. In fact, Duke instinctively felt that according to the speed of the fireball, it would probably be near that area.

However, after Duke's dynamic vision caught the presence that was as fast as the wind, only a little firing of a second passed, and a feeling of happiness came to the soul.

Perhaps, the vulture can choose to roll on the left or right. But Duke didn't think the flat-haired beast had that much intelligence. So Duke directly chose to play an advance amount.

Before a dozen or so guards could recover from the horror of their own people being attacked, they suddenly realized that the big man they were protecting had made a move.

"Whew-" With a strong light and a sense of blazing heat, a huge fireball flew out of the window of the carriage with a long tail flame, and shot straight in front of the vulture.

"Okay! Oh...... No...... Ahh

In the very first moment, they were delighted to see Duke make a move.

They soon discovered that as the overlord of the western wilderness sky, this vulture, which most of the western wilderness farmers called the 'corpse crusher', had extraordinary mobility abilities. I saw that the left wing of the corpse crushing bird was forcefully fanned, and the fireball the size of the water tank was likely to pass by the beast that did not distinguish between life and death, and directly attacked the big living person.

And the target it was going to attack remained the same.

Every mercenary had unspeakable regret on his face.

However, in the next moment, the still immature hand that came out of the carriage window suddenly snapped its fingers......

The huge fireball seemed to be violently grasped by a large, invisible hand. "Bang!" exploded, and the fireball suddenly exploded at the side of the corpse crusher. And it wasn't an all-round explosion, it was a one-way explosion that was similar to a directional blast, perfectly avoiding the young mercenary's side.

Faced with the scattering of flames that were denser than the torrential rain, with a "quack", the hateful flat-haired beast suddenly turned into a flaming torch and fell from the sky.

From euphoria, to disappointment, to ecstasy, the mercenaries' hearts are on a roller coaster.

Seeing the Corpse Bird falling, they all raised their weapons in unison.

"Long live Lord Marcus—"

It was only then that the young man, who was almost killed by the attack, was shocked to realize that he had wandered around the gates of hell.

Listening to the enthusiastic cheers, Duke was slightly stunned. He is willing to work hard to change the fate of the Stormwind Kingdom, but that doesn't mean he will become a saint who will bless everyone and save everyone.

Then the idea of the Virgin, Duke never had. For him, it was not so much a rescue as a practice, and at the moment of the shot, the action was already before the thought.

Now, Duke's actions have been affirmed and rewarded by the mercenaries.

The mercenary captain Makaro rode his lean horse, pulled the young man who had just escaped, and leaned over: "Thank you very much, great Lord Marcus, you just saved my son. ”

"Son?"

"Yes, my only son, Philip, this is his first mission. Originally, his mother and I were strongly opposed...... Alas, fortunately he was fine, otherwise I wouldn't have known how to go back to his mother......" At this, Macarlo's voice choked up, and he pressed Philip's head to make his son bow to Duke.

"It's okay. Let's continue our journey. "Seriously, Duke doesn't want to have too much to do with Macarro. After all, he was just using this group of mercenaries as a cover, and he didn't want to affect them because of his own affairs.

Seeing Duke's somewhat cold and warm face, Macaro was not annoyed, after all, Duke had just shown his nobility with practical actions.

Macaro bowed: "Actually...... Well, I accidentally got a set of spell notes with words engraved on them that we didn't understand. But I think it should help you, Your Excellency. If you can laugh at it, it's great. ”

"Oh, thank you in advance. Duke was not pretentious, and took the little notebook-like note. Old Norton always runs out of money for him, and when it comes to spells, Duke is definitely the better.

However, when he took the note and opened it, he was dumbfounded.

It's not that the system wizard can't parse or learn, but the things that the system prompts are a bit mysterious.

"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the level 0 spell [Mage's Hand], the level 2 spell [Dazon's Quenching Prison] and [Dazon's Scorching Furnace]!"

Duke had been playing World of Warcraft for so long, and he dared to swear with his life that there would never be any three things in the list of spells of the mages of Azeroth.