After entering, Duke was a little confused.

Just like in World of Warcraft, there are many recruitment points for multiple professions.

But it is completely different from in 3D games, this is a real world.

The soldiers recruiting points are the most people. Looking at the examiners of the warrior profession and those candidates, all of whom have thicker arms than Duke's thighs, Duke knew that he had no chance.

Is this a gathering of devil muscles?

"Anger! To become a warrior profession, you must first sense anger! It is not the anger that stabs you with a knife, but the anger that turns into energy and can actually sense it!" The examiner's loud voice was roaring.

Duke was thinking: Anger? I have a ****** heart. Is it considered anger?

The Hunter Exam is not something that Duke, a university student, can shoot an apple 30 yards away with a bow and arrow? In the past few days, which university student has touched the bow and arrow?

The thief is not reliable, and he is actually a test of agility. Just like Lingbo Microstep, relying on three small stones exposed to the water, the footsteps of different stones "flying" over a river more than ten meters wide.

What’s nonsense is that there are actually several guys who did it. Before Duke traveled through time, such guys could win big prizes on those water park TV shows!

However, this is just an introductory trial for a novice thief!?

At this moment, Duke's mind was filled with thoughts.

Even though he knew a lot about the direction of Azeroth's world in the future, this was not useless. If he had a low status, no one would listen to him. At least he had to get a high position. Unfortunately, it was difficult to integrate into this fantasy world that was a bit like the medieval European era!

Suddenly, there was a hustle and bustle, Duke seemed to hear the people cheering: "Salute Sir Brando, who eliminated the harm for the people and killed the fierce wild boar "Prince."

The crowd was boiling.

The young people from other places were a little confused, but all the locals surrounded them excitedly and extended their most solemn blessings to the noble prince surrounded by the crowd.

There were too many people. Duke didn't see what that noble man looked like, which did not prevent Duke from seeing the wild boar skin raised high by the four servants on wooden racks.

As if he was hit by lightning, Duke's head was confused.

Isn’t this wild boar the one who killed him not long ago and then pulled Aurelia to kill him with a gorgeous one-string and three-arrow arrow?

"Great Sir Brando, how did you kill this fierce giant wild boar?" asked a crowd loudly.

Immediately, Duke heard a sharp male voice: "Hahaha! I am a spell genius that has been encountered once in a century. I am a mere wild boar or something. I will kill it with a fireball technique."

Someone echoed on the spot: "Yes! Yes! Sir Brando is a spell genius! He has passed the spell trial and has become a part of the Stormwind City King's Spell Academy!"

"Praise Sir Brando." The people shouted in unison.

Have you seen shameless! Haven't seen it so shameless!

Duke was so angry that he heard this: This wild boar that killed me was obviously killed by the Great Devil Aurelia. What's the matter with you, a bullshit nobleman?

Logically speaking, a man should be able to stretch and retract like a little brother in his crotch. But Duke couldn't swallow this breath.

The undepressed anger in my heart made the words burst out: "Sir Brando's fireball technique is really amazing! Two fireball techniques shot into the eyes of the 'prince' like arrows. One fireball technique hit the throat of the 'prince', and it was fatal injuries everywhere! Look, there was no trace of burning on the fur of the 'prince'. Sir Brando is so powerful-"

As soon as Duke spoke, the whole audience was silent.

Everyone's necks seemed to have instantly become rusty machines. They twisted their necks with difficulty and looked at the nearly perfect boar skin.

Most of the people are ignorant. They blindly worship the powerful master who uses mysterious power, but if you think about it carefully, you will know why a fireball technique does not burn the wild boar skin.

In fact, such a clumsy behavior of taking credit is not discovered. But it is normal for aristocratic children to take credit for credit. People with a little brain choose to remain silent rationally. Anyway, it is not a sin to deceive the foolish people.

But Duke, the naughty young man, exposed the truth and couldn't end it now.

"You...you...what are you talking about? You mere a mere pariah, who is flowing with the blood of the Solatin Great - Sir Brando is lying and proving?" The crowd suddenly separated like a tide, revealing the protagonist who was pushed to the top of the wind and waves by Duke - a blond young man with a cone-shaped face and a mean face. He was hanging his eyes and staring at Duke angrily.

The Great Soladin was the founding emperor of the Araso Empire. He said that he had his bloodline, which was just a common practice for nobles to gild on their faces. There was only one person who was truly recognized by the nobles as having the bloodline of the Great Soladin. His name was Anindu Losa.

In fact, when Duke spoke, he had the idea of ​​decisively flashing people. He thought he was too naive in this way. However, when he spoke, he felt that he was a lot of anger in his heart.

What is youth? Youth means being full of energy.

Duke also smiled and looked at the noble young man named Brando without fear: "No, I just want to see, the great once-in-a-century genius master, Lord Brando, how did you throw the fireball technique into an arrow as small as an arrow, and it's still powerful, kill such a big wild boar in seconds."

Of course Brando couldn't do it. If he could do this, he would at least be of a high-level mage. His face suddenly swelled into a pig's liver, and he almost shouted at the top of his voice: "Uncle, even a profession is not yours, and he doesn't even have the qualification to question me!"

At this time, Vice Captain Veri, who had just helped Duke, came to Duke near him at some point and whispered: "Sorry, Duke, civilians are not qualified to question any behavior of the nobles, because the subordinates themselves are the owner of the lord. I don't know where you are from, nor why your parents have not mentioned the general laws of this human kingdom to you. But I must remind you that it is not a rational act to offend a noble on a rashly."

Duke trembled all over and asked in a low voice: "Do you want me to surrender to that bastard?"

Vice Captain Veri's eyes darkened: "Child, integrity is a rare virtue. I don't want to hit you, but the fact is - I can't guarantee your safety after leaving the North County Monastery. Moreover, Brando has the dual identities of aristocrat and a mage apprentice, and even ordinary nobles will not choose to oppose it."
Chapter completed!