Chapter 22 Disciple of Medivh? I Reject!

The soldiers of Stormwind City are still brave and fighting bloody battles, but because Duke's support is not in place, they have fallen into a passive position of being beaten.

There are three mage groups, and they have no idea what they are doing.

Not only were the colleagues in the scene cast puzzled and angry eyes, but even the mages who were watching the battle outside the field sighed.

They were disappointed.

Duke's magical aura seemed to disappear in an instant.

The old man Norton seemed to be talking to himself: "Sure enough, no amount of genius can make up for the gap in experience!"

However, at this time, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Duke's mouth.

"I suddenly feel bad!"

right! Let the opponent kick the opponent from the cloud of happiness full of hope of victory into the bottomless abyss of despair when he is about to enjoy the joy of victory.

This kind of evil refreshment, not to mention the first time, even if it happens countless times, it will make Duke feel refreshed!

He didn't know how many spectators outside the field would drop their glasses all over the floor.

All he knew was that his Frostbolt appeared where it should most appear on the entire battlefield.

Because of their unscrupulousness, and because they felt that the mages in Stormwind City were good enough, the overall formation of the Horde was unknowingly overwhelmed. Chief Blackhand wields his tomahawk and kills all sides at the forefront. Every time the battle ax sweeps across, multiple Stormwind soldiers die unexpectedly, and their corpses are left on the spot.

This led to a result. The shaman who healed the chief's injuries and recovered his blood volume also unknowingly walked very close to the front line.

Even though the head of the shaman group had carefully calculated the range of Duke's mage group, that was the range of ordinary mages, not Duke.

This is a trial, but also a game. Since the range of the mage group is set to be equal to that of Duke, the mages of the mage group can hit as far as Duke can hit.

The super magic specialty [Ice Trail] is activated!

At the same time, there was also a metamagic specialty [Spell Extension] that Duke asked the system elf to adjust, which was similar to the mage talent in the game [Extended Cold]. Of course, the effect was not as good as the special talent.

However, with the help of the enhanced magic circle dedicated to war, even the slightest personal increase of a mage will be multiplied.

The Stormwind warriors and Horde warriors who were fighting desperately stopped at the same time.

They saw a cluster of snow-white light piercing the sky like falling meteors, across the battlefield, and landed on the tribe's priests accurately.

Under Duke's blow, the chief priest of the priesthood directly opened a big hole in his chest. In the next instant, that astonishing blood hole was sealed by ice, and there was no chance to use [Healing], and the chief priest was killed!

Following Duke's attack closely, more ice-colored 'shooting stars' pierced the void and fell on the heads of the shaman group.

Just hearing a series of ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, and shattering sounds, the shaman priests seemed to be raining pure white and flawless crystals. Countless bone-chilling ice crystal fragments poured down like a gust of wind and rain, unexpectedly spreading a layer of frost on the prairie.

The pure icy rain was dyed the red color of blood, making it extremely coquettish!

A group of tribal shaman priests will be wiped out!

Without giving the tribe a chance to react, another blow came.

Just five seconds later, the only remaining tribal shaman group was destroyed.

At this moment, the entire tribal army lost its treatment. All the injuries could not be healed, and in Stormwind City, although the number of soldiers is slightly less, all of them are unbeatable Xiaoqiang, except for those with broken arms and legs, even if it is a huge gap as wide as a fist, under the treatment of a priest , the injury can also recover quickly.

The balance of war, which had been tilted in the direction of the tribe, was instantly pulled back.

Up to this point, no matter how stupid the mages were on the sidelines, they knew that this was not Duke using a counterattack to regain the advantage. It was a premeditated attempt to lure the enemy deep and kill him with one blow.

"Hiss—" the mages gasped again.

evildoer! Absolute monster!

Not only is his talent for spells astonishingly high, but his sense of war is also so keen.

The biggest difference between the mages in Stormwind City and the mages in Dalaran is that the mages in Stormwind City serve the royal family and the war.

Although the Kingdom of Stormwind has not experienced large-scale wars in the past hundreds of years, how to make the mage group cooperate with conventional fighters has always been a key research topic of the Stormwind King's School of Magic.

Duke's performance seemed to open a new window for these old man mages with rigid thinking. For a while, the observation room was dead silent.

Over there, the test was over, and the Blackhand Chieftain who had lost the support of the priests became a trapped beast. Of course, the result ended in a big victory for the Stormwind Front Army.

"Huh? Is it over?" Originally Duke thought there would be a ninth game or something: "I haven't played enough yet."

In front of him, Raven, the administrator who appeared again, smiled dryly: "Little guy, don't pretend. You already knew that this is not a dormitory trial. Don't worry, little guy, you will get extra rewards."

"hey-hey!"

The scene changed again. When Duke reacted, he suddenly found himself in a magnificent hall.

The hall looked like a cafeteria. Many people dressed as apprentices arrived early and gathered together in twos and threes. Some apprentices picked up the pastries on the table and ate them hungry.

Duke sees Daniel and Itana.

"Duke, this way!" Daniel greeted Duke enthusiastically, who knew that when he shouted, the focus of the audience fell on Duke.

All the malicious eyes!

"I...did I do something wrong?" Daniel was not too slow, he immediately realized something was wrong.

"No, you're not wrong." Duke stepped forward, raised his arm slightly, and patted Daniel on the shoulder.

"That's right! It's you—Duke Marcus! Master Norton must have made a mistake. You can't be a ninth-class aptitude." At this time, a stern voice sounded without room for argument.

Duke's eyes sharpened, and he glanced at the person who came. It was a well-dressed, 14- to 15-year-old blond boy who looked like he came from a wealthy family. His hair was well combed, all combed to the back of his head.

Just a little face!

"Your mother didn't teach you, don't you interrupt me? Don't you know the basic etiquette of reporting your own name before talking to strangers?"

Duke's preemption made the boy's face turn red and turn blue. However, the good tutor still made him calm down: "I am Philip Randall of the Render family of Stromgarde. As a direct descendant of the Render family with a thousand-year spell inheritance, I am only a seventh-class apprentice. He expressed deep doubts about his qualifications."

Suddenly, a voice came: "There is no doubt, just in the sixth round, Duke Marcus defeated you with an absolute advantage."

A stone stirs up a thousand waves.

At first, everyone thought that it was just a simulated battle set up by the academy with virtual characters, but who would have thought that it would be a mage duel based on a real person at the same time! ?

No apprentice dared to doubt the words of the comer. Although the comer seemed a bit too young, the prominent royal badge on his body told them the identity of the comer—the court mage of the Stormwind Kingdom!

The court mage came before Duke.

"Hello, Duke Marcus. I am Medivh, Grand Magus of the Court. Are you interested in becoming my disciple?"

Duke replied almost without thinking: "I refuse!"