Reforged Chapter 6: Cornering the Tiger

At this moment, Blancdale's servants were already closing in with an aggressive air.

Blancdale stood there, hands on his hips and chin raised high, looking down on Duke with a condescending gaze. He was curious to know who gave this ragged commoner the courage to publicly question his reputation!

Deputy Captain Verri was getting anxious: "Kid, if there's no other way, I suggest you kneel down and apologize."

Kneel!?

Bow!?

What the hell is this?

Upon hearing this, Duke's anger nearly exploded. As someone who had crossed over from another world, and as a young man deeply influenced by modern and enlightened thinking, Duke had never kneeled to anyone.

Well, perhaps one day, when he was no longer single and needed to marry, he might kneel.

That's right! Kneel to heaven, kneel to earth, kneel to parents.

But not to this damn noble!

At this moment, Duke made up his mind: even if it meant martyrdom, he would come back to life and take his revenge on this bastard!

He reckoned being beaten to death would be painful.

Duke was determined and shouted through gritted teeth, "Being a noble is so great, huh? If a noble says the sun is black, then it's black! I don't accept it, if you're so capable, turn your fireball into an arrow! It was Quel'thalas's High Elf Ranger General Alleria Windrunner who took down the boar. How dare you take credit for her work!?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding crowd was in an uproar.

Even Blancdale's scalp tingled.

Why did the matter have to involve those haughty, long-eared elves? This could easily become an international incident.

Although humans and high elves didn't have a formal alliance, the status of high elves was transcendent. If it weren't for the high elves teaching humans magic, humans with just their swords might not have been able to defeat various beasts and humanoid tribes like trolls.

Not everyone present knew who Alleria was, but there were those who recognized her name.

At this time, an elderly voice came from behind Duke.

"Oh, young man, I am the mage aptitude examiner for Northshire this time. My name is Karaba Norton. Would you like to take the mage aptitude test with me? If you obtain the status of mage apprentice, you will have an equal standing with Sir Blancdale."

Duke turned around to see an old mage with a crystal ball on a table, beckoning him over like a mystic.

A mage!? Duke's heart jolted. In the game, he was an accomplished mage. To be more specific, he loved playing as a mage, warlock, and priest. He enjoyed any cloth-wearing class.

But could the things in the game apply to real life?

Could he just strike a pose like a superhero and release a huge fireball with a ~pew~?

Despite the absurdity, Duke was compelled to go.

At this moment, Blancdale warned him viciously, "Commoner, do you really think a mage apprentice status can save you? Do you know what you're doing? You're not just slandering me, Landor Blancdale, but you're provoking the entire Blancdale family!"

Verri grew anxious and whispered quickly, "Duke, don't! A mage's potential is extremely rare, one in a thousand commoners might not even become a mage apprentice, let alone a high-level mage. To challenge the Blancdale family, you need to at least become a court mage of Stormwind City..."

Duke gave Verri a grateful glance, turned his head, and walked straight toward the elderly mage.

Seeing Duke's actions, a servant suddenly cursed, "You insolent brat, stop! How dare you ignore the Blancdale hei..."

Landor himself stopped his servant, "Let him go!"

"Young master, but..."

"Ha! You think anyone can have the potential of a mage? Among those peasants who can't even read, a hundred thousand people might not produce one. Hahaha!"

Blancdale's laughter reached the ears of the surrounding commoners.

Each commoner's face showed hesitation and indignation.

On the one hand, they longed for a young hero to emerge, proving to these arrogant nobles that commoners could also produce talent and genius.

On the other hand, they knew that the hope was too slim. Not to mention the unimaginable magical talent, just the runes and magical theories alone could confuse them to no end.

One by one, the commoners remained silent, watching Duke intently.

With scorn, laughter, and a world against him, Duke felt a growing anger welling up in his chest.

Layer upon layer, it built up like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Clenching his teeth, Duke asked word by word, "What do I have to do?"

Ignoring Landor Blancdale's hostile gaze, the old mage Norton spoke, "Inside this crystal ball is sealed a very basic Fireball spell formula. Do you know what a formula is? Ah, never mind, just use your intuition to sense it. If you can create even a tiny spark with this crystal ball, you'll be the lowest level magic apprentice."

Intuition, huh?

With the young Blancdale noble and his lackeys behind him, Duke knew he couldn't fight them. Deciding to give it a try, he placed his hand on the crystal ball.

As he touched it, the system fairy's terrible voice rang out again.

"Detecting unknown spell model... Comparing with host's knowledge... Thermodynamics, fluid mechanics formulae input... Entropy calculation, improved spell model construction... Importing thermal energy from the Fire Elemental Plane..."

Under the horrified gaze of Old Norton, Duke's bewildered expression, and the shocked faces of the onlookers, strands of red ribbon-like runes suddenly sprang from the crystal ball, wrapping around Duke and forming beautiful, rotating rune circles.

In the next instant, a massive, blazing fireball the size of a water barrel, emanating terrifying heat and energy, burst out from the crystal ball with a long tail of flame...

"Boom!"

The unimaginable explosion shook the entire trial ground, making the hair of nearly a thousand people stand on end, their ears ringing.

"Oh, Light above."

"What just happened!?"

Those nearby could see, but countless people farther away cried out in panic.

"Make way! Everyone make way!"

"Unrelated individuals evacuate! We may be under attack!"

It must be said that the guards of Stormwind City were of good quality. Upon hearing the explosion, their first reaction was to hold their positions, patrol teams rushed to the scene, and resting soldiers poured out of their quarters to evacuate the crowd.

Another deputy captain led a fully armed patrol team of twelve, arriving at the scene in record time.

To be continued...