Chapter 21 My Name Is Duke
genius! Absolute genius!
Undoubtedly a once-in-a-millennium genius!
Even Medivh's disciple, Khadgar, never showed such a shocking talent at this young age of 13 or 14!
The only one who can rival Duke in terms of talent is probably the contemporary World Guardian Medivh!
But who is Medivh?
His mother is Aegwynn—Tiri, who was secretly established by the Magocrat Council of Dalaran, the holy land of human mages, and the Silvermoon Council of the high elves in Quel'Thalas, to prevent world disasters and destruction. The strongest guardian of the Sifa Parliament for thousands of years!
Even his father, Nieras Elan, who is rarely mentioned, is also a well-known court magician in Stormwind City.
The so-called typical root Zhengmiaohong!
But Duke, a kid who didn't know which valley he came from, had such a shocking talent, which made the mages go crazy.
In the world of mages, except for those mage families that can cultivate mages from generation to generation, they are basically classified by a certain mage school as a faction. For the Stormwind Royal School of Spells, which recruits apprentices in the entire human world and even the high elf country Quel'Thalas, the origin is not important. There are too few good mages among humans.
If he became Duke's master, wouldn't he have the opportunity to train a royal court mage?
A mage is never a single individual.
Every mage often has his own followers, owns his own fief, and his own power, so as to ensure that he can obtain enough resources for promotion and the expenses required for magic experiments.
Many mages who had been friends with the Brando family before saw this scene and immediately put the Brando family's request behind them.
Rob! Must grab!
Whoever snatches Duke to become his disciple may soar into the sky by the way.
Duke's performance in the seventh level stimulated the mages' eyes to turn red!
What did Duke do?
He actually walked around the outer circle of the [Blizzard] released by the opponent, and while the blizzard was crackling and throwing ice slag down, he shot the [Frost Arrow] in the gap between the hail and killed the opponent.
Pass all seven levels!
There is no slack in winning.
Just when a large number of mages in the observation room got up to meet Duke, a once-in-a-thousand-year genius, they suddenly discovered that Duke had entered the eighth level.
"What!? Isn't there only seven levels?" Every mage was stunned, and the next second, they simultaneously thought of a possibility...
Duke was also a little dumbfounded by the change in the scene in front of him.
Seven consecutive rounds of heads-ups made him almost forget that there was such a thing as Karazhan chess.
A chessboard is no longer a chessboard.
In the vision of other mages, Thoradin the Great commanded the human alliance with the human Arathi tribe as the core to fight against the northern troll empire.
But what caught Duke's view was the prairie at dusk.
The two armies faced each other, and the grassland was full of the heavy breathing of human soldiers, the neighing of horses, and the low growl of the huge black-furred wolf.
The two sides seemed to be facing each other on the grassland like two giant beasts about to fight to the death. Just feeling the serious fighting spirit was enough to scare any rookie who had just entered the battlefield to pee his pants.
The setting sun crossed the low rolling hills in the distance and poured it on the grassland to its heart's content. The sky and the earth were orange red, as if it was about to witness the blood splattered on this land!
Not far from Duke, King Ryan of Stormwind's gold-like short ear-length hair looked extremely dazzling in the setting sun.
Ryan - is the center of this battlefield!
As long as Ryan is killed, the tribe will win a complete victory. On the contrary, once the black hand chief is killed on the tribe side, it will be a victory for the alliance!
Duke's head followed Ryan's gaze to the distance, and the array of both sides was reflected in his gaze.
In front of you is no longer a monotonous chessboard, but a real battlefield.
The voice of Lothar, the commander of Stormwind City, echoed in his ears.
Lothar, who was next to Ryan, waved his hand, and a powerful roar resounded across the field: "Get ready for battle, the first battle order forms a shield formation, Barros, Jia Jiasha, let the cavalry on both wings move, and prepare to launch a war against the wolf cavalry!" Counterattack!"
The nobles of Stormwind City are corrupt, but it has to be said that under the guidance of the great Lothar, the Stormwind City Guard is one of the most powerful troops in the human kingdom, and the performance of the soldiers is impeccable.
Facing the orc soldiers who were casually two heads taller than themselves, they didn't panic at all, as if they acted instantly. The soldiers in the first row inserted the pointed end of the large shield into the ground under their feet, and then the soldiers in the second row Put the large shield on top of the first row of large shields.
The spearmen in the third and fourth rows leveled their spears, and there was a soft clatter, and two rows of forests of spears shining with cold light appeared outside the shield formation.
No matter who it is, it will undoubtedly pay a heavy price to attack such an army formation.
5 minutes! Just five minutes!
In Duke's vision, an extremely rigorous battle line has appeared in front of his sight
"Soldiers!" King Lane raised his warhammer high: "Have you ever been willing to let dirty enemies gallop across the land of the Kingdom of Stormwind? But the arrival of the enemy makes war inevitable—behind you It is your home, Stormwind City! Many of you may be buried here, but your relatives, your compatriots will survive because of your hard work! However, once we win, from now on in the land of the Eastern Kingdom Above, in every tavern, in every old man's mouth, our name will be passed down from generation to generation."
"For the alliance - fight!"
With Ryan shouting, the momentum of the soldiers suddenly reached its peak.
"fighting--"
Thousands of voices and thousands of wills converged into one. This scene, even though Duke knew it was illusory, made Duke feel emotional.
At this time, Duke suddenly noticed Anduin Lothar walking over. This extremely handsome guy with a charming beard and a square face patted Duke on the shoulder and smiled: "It's up to you to support and strike spells. I think that with you here, Stormwind City won't be in the battle of spells." at a disadvantage."
with you...
with you...
with you...
For some reason, a warm feeling rose in Duke's heart. Even though he knew it was an illusion, even though he knew that Lothar was fake, Duke felt a feeling of being needed and recognized.
"Okay! Leave it to me!"
Behind Duke, a young mage with the appearance of a high-ranking mage stepped forward and said to Duke: "Dear Your Excellency, Grand*Mage, the Stormwind Mages will fully follow your instructions. Wherever your spells go, , the attack of the mage group must follow."
oh? Is this similar to the lead shot of the bow and arrow team?
Duke smiled.
Afterwards, the Stormwind army couldn't laugh. Because they fell into an absolute disadvantage in the spell confrontation. The tribal warlock group on the opposite side is constantly using [Meteor Fire Rain] to teach the soldiers in Stormwind City how to behave. And Duke's mage group was like a drunk, playing around indiscriminately, not knowing what they were doing.