Chapter 372: The Storm Mage

The storm was gathering, the thunder was roaring;

Power was surging, fate was being rewritten.

Duke looked up, his gaze spanning the boundless sea of trees. His deep black eyes pierced through the dense forest, past the advancing orcs, and finally landed on the tribal clan banners fluttering like tattered cloth in the wind.

No one knew what Duke was thinking. That sharp gaze, capable of piercing through all fog to reach the truth, was what Alleria found most mesmerizing and intoxicating.

Duke's eyes seemed to harbor the mysteries of the entire universe.

With a soft sigh, the light in Duke's eyes became even more elusive. He seemed to see himself transformed into a Bronze Dragon, controlling the flow of time according to his will. He also seemed to see the torrent of history, still rolling forward in its inherent direction, crushing all his efforts. He was shackled by time and space, allowing 'history' to return to the trajectory he was all too familiar with.

The mysterious and elusive river of fate seemed to have secretly merged into every river, sea, and ocean in Azeroth, winding around every mountain, plain, and continent.

The future, like a layer of fog that could never be dispelled, shrouded the entire Alliance, even the whole of Azeroth.

Duke didn't know how much of the future his efforts could change. He could imagine that the existing 79% accuracy would become even more fragmented and unpredictable due to his efforts.

"To make up for those regrets that were once lost and thought to be irretrievable, everything is worth it," Duke murmured softly.

In the past hour.

Those around Duke had all received unexpected benefits.

"Thunder!" Sylvanas shouted, and the surging thunder gathered in her palm, forming powerful arrows of thunder and lightning. The lightning swirling around her made her look like a goddess of thunder standing above the heavens.

"Wind Flight!" Vereesa also awakened the power of the wind. Although she couldn't match her elder sister Alleria in terms of quality and quantity, she was particularly light. It could be imagined that Vereesa would have an absolute advantage in speed.

"Eagle Eye!" Lirath was a bit strange, awakening this scouting-oriented ability. It didn't seem to have much to do with the wind, and there was almost no improvement in combat power.

"Wind Escape!" Vanessa danced lightly with two daggers in mid-air. Her graceful aerial spins made people doubt whether she had overcome gravity.

"Frost Mist!" Jandice easily conjured a fog of cold air in the air, enveloping herself, after driving away the influence of the wind.

When everyone around him had completed their upgrades, all eyes turned to Duke.

"Duke, the Horde is almost here, but we sisters can help you hold off the Horde for at least 10 minutes. If there's anything else you can get, go ahead and do it," Alleria encouraged from the wind.

The other three Windrunner sisters nodded in agreement.

Duke smiled, first opened a portal to send Jandice and Vanessa, who were weaker, back, and then he himself stood on the Storm Altar.

After standing up, Duke suddenly laughed.

Once upon a time, he was hesitant even to cast a basic Level 1 Fireball. Now, facing unknown power, Duke was surprised to find that he didn't seem to have much expectation or fear for the final result.

Perhaps it was because he had grown from a simple transmigrator to a seasoned veteran after facing numerous challenges and trials.

He had worried countless times that if history had changed significantly, would he lose his judgment of the future. But as he ascended to a high position, commanding the Alliance's armies to victory time and time again, his heart was becoming more and more resolute.

He began to have confidence, becoming unafraid of failure, unafraid of setbacks.

Thinking of the forces that would invade Azeroth in the future, and those terrifying monsters that were as tall as ten-story buildings, he was initially quite scared.

But now, the fruits of his efforts were transforming into a source of confidence.

The power of magic!

The might of authority!

The support of friends and subordinates!

All of these, transformed into an indescribable confidence that supported him to continue moving forward. As long as he held onto this power, he would have endless strength to overcome obstacles, break the fate of destruction, dispel the fog on the road ahead, and embark on the broad road to the future.

That was the fate of Azeroth, and it was his, Duke's, fate.

With this thought, Duke no longer hesitated.

His five clones recited a simple spell, driving this temporary Storm Altar to make a final effort.

The natural power deep within the earth, on the verge of dissipating, was making its last surge under Duke's guidance. The sensations coming from all over the altar allowed the power of the earth to connect with his body, giving him a feeling of connecting the power of the earth to his own fate and magical circuit.

The next moment, a fierce gale once again stirred in the sky.

Countless free-floating forces, with a more exaggerated and grander momentum than those who had awakened before, were converging towards the Storm Altar. It was a giant tornado suspended a hundred meters in the air, with a diameter exceeding five kilometers.

For a time, Alleria and the others all turned their heads to watch.

Numerous purple-blue lightning bolts, like serpents, twisted in the sky above the Storm Altar. High-energy lightning chains dissociated and filtered out all debris, making the wind blowing onto the altar incredibly cool and clean.

The breeze wrapped around Duke's limbs, blowing away all the dirt on Duke.

The thunder came to Duke's head, turning into countless tiny harmless currents, entering from Duke's shoulders and flowing throughout his body. The strange sensation of electricity entering the body, instead of the numbing sensation of destruction as imagined, was a bit wonderful. Amidst a slightly tingling sensation, Duke felt his body becoming more and more robust under the stimulation of the current.

And the special understanding of wind, thunder, and fire began to spread deep into his soul.

This was not an empty experience gained through spells and casting. This was his most direct, unobstructed contact with natural forces. It was this rare experience, this understanding rooted in the deepest part of his heart, that would surely take his magical power to a higher level.

On Duke's retina, the green system prompt was jumping wildly with the storm power surging in the air: "Congratulations, host, you have mastered the power of wind and thunder proficiently."

"You have comprehended and mastered the improved special spell [Thunder Spear]!"

"You have mastered [Wall of Thunderstorm]…"

"You have mastered [Lightning Shield]…"