Chapter 109: Professor teaches you how to be a person

At this moment, Azeroth was far from the condition of the future, where magical equipment was all over the streets.

When Duke crossed over and got rich, he had been thinking about getting a set of magical equipment first, but having money was useless. He didn't know if the real Azeroth world inherited the principle of "bind on pickup" from the game, where only the best equipment was bound.

Duke couldn't find any good equipment no matter how much he asked around.

So far, Duke had managed to get by without even a decent piece of equipment.

No wand, no equipment, just a set of novice Mage robes from the royal family Magi corps.

This was the real world, and there shouldn't be anything as ridiculous as soul-binding or level restrictions in the game.

To be on the safe side, Duke didn't dare to have too high hopes, and just touched the two items in front of him.

The system prompt almost immediately popped up:

"[Dreadstar Waistband]: This is a mysterious Mage belt of unknown origin, surging with strange and mystical energy. Clearly, it will slightly increase the power of your arcane circuit. However, this is a piece of equipment that can only be used by high-level sky mages. You can probably get a 20% bonus now."

"[Ornament - Electric Capacitor]: This is a magical tool that connects to an elemental realm filled with lightning. It collects the pulse of your arcane energy, and only the most explosive pulse can activate it and make it work. After you accumulate three strong pulses, it will automatically open the door to that elemental realm briefly and release a lightning attack on your current target."

Hiss—" Duke took a breath.

It wasn't fear, it was excitement!

Firstly, the equipment he had was definitely mid to high-level in the game, and he could actually use it at such a low level. This completely changed Duke's thoughts on Karazhan.

You see, Duke didn't expect to be able to use Karazhan's equipment. After all, he was too low level. And these bosses in Karazhan, in the "history" of the game, only appeared in the mid-term.

Secondly, the appearance of the "Electric Capacitor" made Duke, as a time traveler, immediately recognize its value.

The explosive pulse can be simply understood as critical damage. Generally speaking, it's not easy to stack critical strikes. Duke is definitely an exception because he has multiple casting abilities that most mages don't have. Over a hundred mages attack at the same time, even the simplest Arcane Missile often has the symbol of a critical strike in the damage evaluation provided by the system on normal days.

It can be said that the "Electric Capacitor" is an absolute masterpiece for Duke!

If Lothar was Alleria, Duke would definitely take advantage of his happiness and see if he could have a little ambiguity with her. Unfortunately... the old man with the beard, Lothar... forget it.

Duke did not conceal his excitement, and Lothar smiled: "Good stuff? It doesn't look like a demon style, so it should be the relic of some unknown mage. That mage would be very happy if he knew someone could make good use of these things."

"Uh-huh." Duke didn't hesitate, he used it immediately. There was a small pin on the "Electric Capacitor," and Duke first pinned it to the "Felstar Waistband," and then put on the waistband.

Almost at the moment of tying the waistband, Duke felt the change in his magic circuit.

It was a very mysterious feeling.

The original Arcane Fire Circuit was already a looping river. Now it felt like a new tributary had been added. If magic were compared to water, then Duke's water volume had increased by at least 20%.

This was a terrifying number.

Duke couldn't help exclaiming in his heart: "This... the equipment from Karazhan, even if it's not the complete set, is still a huge boost for me!"

At this time, Garona also came over: "Have you sensed anything I can use?"

Duke looked a little embarrassed: "Sorry, no. The Satyr is not an agile monster, I don't think there's much that suits you."

"I see." Garona shrugged, not caring. Half-orcs are straightforward like that. She contributed to the battle, and if there were any good things suitable for her, she would definitely take a share. But if there wasn't anything suitable, she wouldn't mind.

Garona casually wiped the blood on the dagger with the non-bloodied fur of the Satyr, "Okay, now how do we proceed?"

Duke rubbed his chin and fell into thought.

Upon entering, they immediately encountered a Felhoof. Overall, it was a good thing because it proved that their raid team had bypassed a bunch of bosses at the front door of Karazhan. But now they had to carefully consider their next steps.

Duke, however, turned his gaze towards Lothar.

Lothar shrugged. "Don't look at me. I've certainly been to Karazhan with Llane many times before, but we always went through the main entrance. We usually just hung out near the Opera House, watched performances, and never ventured so deep into the place. And, I haven't been to the front half of Karazhan in almost 10 years. The last few times I came, I flew in on a gryphon, landed on the high platform, and then Medivh opened a small teleportation portal for me, and I just stepped into his study."

Duke suddenly realized something. He understood why there was an Opera House in Karazhan when he played the game. It was because when Llane was young, he often visited Medivh with Lothar and other nobles. Medivh had designed the Opera House in the Mage Tower specifically to welcome Llane.

Of course, if this was the standard version of Karazhan, Duke could navigate it even with his eyes closed. But with Karazhan's space being warped and twisted, it was a bit tricky.

Duke decided, "Let's get out first. Generally speaking, heading upwards should be the right way."

"Okay."

Lothar had no objections, and neither did his subordinates or Garona.

Suddenly, a powerful and evil will connected to the massive room. If it weren't for the fact that the room was enveloped in a huge bloody mist, Lothar and his team would have suspected that the terrifying will would have descended directly into the room.

" Terestian, what the hell are you doing? Why is my 'eye' telling me that there's a battle going on here?" Even though the tone and speaking style were completely different, Lothar still recognized Medivh's voice immediately. Of course, it was Sargeras who was speaking.

Uh-oh! They were about to be caught!

Although very unwilling, Lothar and his subordinates still prepared for battle.

But... did it matter if they were prepared for battle before seeing Medivh?

Just as everyone was sweating nervously, Duke spoke up. He pinched his own throat, and the sound that came out of his mouth was none other than Terestian's voice.

"Sorry, my master. It's Kil'ruk who's teaching a few disobedient bastards a lesson."