MTL - Stormwind God-Chapter 22 Medivh's disciple? I reject!

The soldiers in Stormwind are still brave and fighting **** battles, but they are in a passive beating because of Duke's inadequate support.

Full of three mage groups, I have no idea what they are doing.

Not only are the colleagues in the scene cast a puzzled and angry look, but even the mages watching the battle outside are sighing.

They were disappointed.

Duke's magic halo seemed to disappear in a flash.

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

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

"Suddenly I feel bad!"

Correct! It is the bottomless abyss of despair that allows the opponent to plunge the opponent from the cloud of happiness full of victory hope when he is about to enjoy the victory.

This evil refreshment, let alone the first time, will make Duke feel crooked even if he comes back countless times!

He didn't know how many spectators would fall off the ground.

All he knew was that his Frostbolt appeared where it should be in the entire battlefield.

Because he was unscrupulous and felt that the mage on the side of Stormwind had enough food, the overall formation of the tribe was overwhelmingly. The black-handed chief wields his tomahawk to kill the Quartet at the forefront. Each time the tomahawk swept, there were a number of Stormwind soldiers dead, and the corpse was on the spot.

This led to a result, the shaman who healed the chief to heal his wounds and unknowingly walked very close to the front.

Even though the head of the shaman regiment has calculated the range of Duke Master carefully, but that is the range of ordinary mage, not Duke.

This is a trial and a game. Since the range of the mage group is set equal to the range of Duke, then how far can Duke fight, the mage of the mage group can fight.

Supermagic feat [Ice Trail] Activate!

At the same time, Duke asked the system wizard to help adjust a super-magic feat [spell extension] similar to the wizard's talent in the game. Of course, the effect is not as good as a special talent.

However, with the help of the enhanced special battlefield dedicated to warfare, even the small increase of the mage's individual will be magnified multiple times.

Stormwind fighters and tribal warriors, desperately fighting in despair, stopped by accident.

They saw a cluster of snow-white light that fell like a falling meteor, pierced the sky, crossed the battlefield, and fell into the tribe's priestly group.

The chief priest of the priesthood made a large hole directly in his chest under the blow of Duke. The next instant, the amazing blood hole was closed by the ice, and there was no chance to use the [Heal], the chief priest died!

Following Duke's footsteps, more ice-colored 'Meteors' cut through the void and fell on the shaman's head.

Just listen to the endless banging a long list of similar glass shattering sound of the Shaman's head as if it began to rain while snow-white crystals. Countless pieces of cold ice crystals poured down like blasts and showers, and they spread a layer of frost on the prairie.

The pure ice rain, stained with blood red, became extremely glamorous!

An entire tribal shaman corps, all destroyed!

Without giving the tribe a chance to respond, the second round of strikes came again.

Five seconds later, the only remaining tribal shaman corps was destroyed.

At this moment, the entire tribal army lost its healing. All injuries cannot be recovered, and here in Stormwind, although there are a small number of soldiers, all of them are Xiaoqiang who can't be killed. Except for those with broken arms and legs, even the wide gap of fists, under the treatment of the priest , Injuries can be recovered quickly.

The war balance, which had been tilted towards the tribe, was pulled back instantly.

Until this time, even the mages in appearance battles knew it stupidly: this was not Duke's counterattack to regain the advantage. It was a premeditated attempt to seduce the enemy deeply and kill him.

"His—" The mages took another breath.

evildoer! Absolute evil!

Not only are the talents so amazing, but even the keen sense of war.

The biggest difference between Stormwind City's mage and Dalaran's mage is that Stormwind City's mage serves the royal family and war.

Although the Storm Kingdom has not experienced large-scale wars in the past hundreds of years, how to coordinate the mage regiment with regular warriors has always been the focus of research in the Storm King School of Spellcraft.

Duke's performance seemed to open a new window for these stiff-thinking old masters. For a moment, there was nothing in the observation room.

Over there, the trial was over, and the black-handed chief who lost the support of the priest became a sleepy beast. The result, of course, was the victory of the Stormwind army.

"Huh? It's over?" Duke had thought that there would be a ninth game or something: "I haven't played enough."

In front of him, Raven, the administrator who reappeared, smiled: "Little guy, don't need to pretend. You already know that this is not a dormitory trial. Rest assured, little guy, you will get extra rewards."

"Hey!"

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

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

Duke saw Daniel and Itana.

"Duke, here!" Daniil greeted Duke enthusiastically, who knew that when he shouted, the focus of the audience fell on Duke.

It's all a bad look!

"I ... am I doing something wrong?" Daniel was not too slow, he found something wrong the first time.

"No, you're not wrong." Duke stepped forward, raised his arms slightly, and patted Daniel's shoulder.

"Right! It's you—Duke Marcus! There must be something wrong with Master Norton. You can't be a ninth-class qualification." At this time, a stern and unrefuted voice sounded.

Duke stared sharply and glanced at the passerby. He was a well-dressed, fourteen- and five-year-old blond boy from the affluent family. His head was well combed and his hair was combed behind his head.

Just a little white face!

"Your mother hasn't taught you, don't interrupt yourself? Before you talk to a stranger, don't you know the basic etiquette of reporting your own name?"

Duke's whitening made the teenager's face red and blue. However, a good tutor let him calm down: "I'm Philie Jeander from the Jade Castle family. I am a seventh-class apprentice who is the bloodline of the Jeander family, passed down by the thousand-year spell, and my nine to you. And other qualifications expressed deep doubt. "

Suddenly, a voice came: "Without doubt, in the sixth round just now, Duke Marcus defeated you with an absolute advantage."

One stone caused a thousand layers of waves.

Originally everyone thought that it was just a simulated battle set up by the academy and a virtual character. Who would have thought that it was a mage duel that was based on a real person! ?

No apprentice dare to doubt the words of the comer. Although the comer seems a bit too young, the prominent royal badge on his body tells them the identity of the comer-the court mage of the Storm Kingdom!

The court mage came to Duke.

"Hello, Duke Marcus. This is Medivh, the Grand Master of the Palace. Are you interested in becoming my disciple?"

Duke replied almost without hesitation: "I refuse!"