After entering, Duke was a little confused.

Just like in World of Warcraft, there are several separate recruitment points for multiple classes.

But it's completely different from 3D games, it's a real world.

The warrior recruitment point is the most crowded, looking at the examiners of the warrior profession and those candidates, all of whom are guys with arms thicker than Duke's thighs, Duke knows that he is out of play.

This is a gathering of devil muscles, right?

"Anger! To become a warrior professional, you must first sense anger! It is not the anger of someone stabbing you in the ass with a knife, but the anger that can be actually felt by turning into energy!" the examiner roared in a loud voice.

Duke pondered: Anger? I have a ****** heart, is it anger?

The hunter exam is not something that Duke can handle. Shoot an apple 30 yards away with a bow and arrow?

Thieves are also unreliable, and they are actually a test of agility. Like Ling Bo's micro-step, he relied on three small rocks that were exposed to the water and fell from a river more than ten meters wide.

The is that there are actually a few guys who have done it. Before Duke crossed, such a guy could have won big on those water park TV shows!

However, this is actually just an introductory trial for novice thieves!?

At this moment, Duke's mind was full of thoughts.

Even if he knew a lot about where the world of Azeroth was going next, it wasn't a mess. If he is of low status, no one will listen to him. At least to get a high position, but unfortunately, it is not very difficult to integrate into this fantasy world that is a bit like the European Middle Ages!

Suddenly, there was a commotion, and Duke seemed to hear the people shouting: "Salute to Sir Brando, who killed the people and slew the ferocious boar 'Prince'." ”

The crowd boiled.

The young man from other places was still a little confused, but all the locals gathered around in high spirits and gave the most solemn blessings to the noble prince who was surrounded by the crowd.

There were so many people, and Duke didn't see what the noble boy looked like, which didn't prevent Duke from seeing the boar skin that had been lifted high by the four servants on a wooden shelf.

As if struck by lightning, Duke's head was clouded.

Isn't this the wild boar who killed him not long ago, and then he dragged Aurelia to kill him with a gorgeous string and three arrows?

"How did you slay this ferocious giant boar, Lord Brando?" asked a member of the crowd in a loud voice.

Immediately, Duke heard a high-pitched male voice: "Hahaha! I'm a once-in-a-century magic genius, a wild boar or something, and I killed it with a single fireball." ”

Someone on the spot chimed in: "Yes! Yes! Sir Brando is a wizard of spells! He has passed the spell trial and has become a member of the Royal Spell Academy of Stormwind City!"

"Praise to Sir Brando. The crowd shouted in unison.

I've never seen such shamelessness!

In such a grand manner, Duke almost exploded in his lungs when he heard it: this wild boar that killed my master was obviously killed by the Great Demon King of Aurelia. What's the matter with you, a bullshit aristocrat?

It stands to reason that a manly man should be able to stretch and shrink like a little brother in the crotch. Duke just can't swallow this breath.

The irrepressible anger in his heart made the words rush out of his mouth: "Sir Brando's fireball technique is really amazing! Two fireballs shot into the eyes of the 'prince' like arrows, and one fireball technique hit the throat of the 'prince', and there were fatal wounds everywhere! You see, there was not the slightest trace of burning on the 'prince's fur. Sir Brando is amazing—"

As soon as Duke spoke, the audience fell silent.

It was as if their necks had instantly turned into rusty machines, and they twisted their necks with difficulty, looking their heads at the near-perfect boar skin.

Most of the people are ignorant, and they blindly worship powerful mages who use mysterious powers, but if you think about it, you will know why a fireball technique does not burn the skin of a wild boar.

In fact, such a clumsy act of imposting is not something that no one has discovered. But it is already the norm for the children of nobles to take credit or something, and people with a little brain have sensibly chosen to be silent, anyway, it is not a sin to fool the ignorant people.

But Duke, a stunned young man, poked out the truth, and there was no way to end it.

"You...... You...... What are you talking about? You pariah, are you talking about me, who has the blood of Soladin the Great—is Sir Brando lying?" the crowd parted like a tide, revealing the protagonist who had been pushed to the top of the wind by Duke—a blonde young man with an awl face and a mean face. He was hanging his eyes, looking at Duke angrily.

Soladin the Great was the founding emperor of the Arathas Empire, and it was just a common practice for nobles to put gold on their faces. There is only one person who is truly recognized by the nobles as having the blood of Soradin the Great, and his name is Anindu Loza

In fact, when he put it down, Duke had a decisive idea. He himself felt that this was too naïve. But when the words were released, there was a lot of evil in my heart.

What is young, young is the strength of blood.

Duke also smiled, and looked at the aristocratic young man named Brando without fear: "No, I just want to see how the great once-in-a-century genius mage Lord Brando, you threw the fireball technique into an arrow as small as an arrow, and the power is not reduced, and you can kill such a big wild boar in seconds." ”

Of course, Brando can't do it, and if he can do this, he will at least have the level of a high-level mage. His awl face suddenly swelled into the color of pig liver, and he almost shouted at the top of his throat: "Untouchable, not even a professional is yours, and you don't even question my qualifications!"

At this time, Vice Captain Verry, who had just helped Duke, came to Duke's vicinity at some point and whispered: "I'm sorry, Duke, commoners are not qualified to question any actions of nobles, because the lords themselves are the property of the lords. I don't know where you're from, or why your parents didn't mention to you the universal laws of the human kingdom. But I must warn you that it is not a rational act to offend a nobleman. ”

Duke shuddered and whispered, "Do you want me to give in to that bastard?"

Vice Captain Viri's eyes darkened: "Son, honesty is a rare virtue. I don't want to hit you, but the truth is - I can't guarantee your safety out of the North County Monastery. Moreover, Brando has the dual status of a nobleman and a mage apprentice, and even ordinary nobles will not choose to oppose it. ”