At this moment, Madison is not the bearded uncle who came later, he is more young and handsome at this time: a pair of deep blue eyes full of wisdom as if he can see through the past and future of the world, calm and full of mysterious charm. His shoulder-length shoulder-length wavy brown flax hair makes him look very artistic. The toned figure on the foil is completely a handsome pot.

As the guardian of the Stormwind Kingdom and even the entire world of Azeroth, as the childhood friend of the Stormwind King Lane, and as the archmage of the Stormwind City's court, Medivan's status is extremely lofty.

And he doesn't often appear in Stormwind, more often than not, he is located in his Karazan Mage Tower in the far upwind trail southeast of Stormwind to do experiments and research.

As long as he comes forward, who will not give him face?

But Duke did.

If Duke's acquisition of Medivan's favor just now attracted all kinds of envy and jealousy from the apprentices and even the mages, then at this moment, all the eyes on Duke became unanimous - ridicule!

"Boy, do you know who you just turned down?Medivan, the strongest mage in the world, Medivan, the Patronus of Azeroth!"

"Boy, even if it's because of your ignorance, it's too much!"

Various sounds rang out around him, but as soon as Madison raised his hand, all the sounds disappeared in an instant.

Instead of being annoyed, Medivan asked Duke with a smile.

"Young man Duke, are you sure you know who I am? Training under the strongest mage is not an opportunity that every qualified mage apprentice can have. I've been the Guardian of the World for so long, and I've only taken in one of Khadgar's apprentices. If you don't know anything about me, I can explain to you what you can gain by becoming my disciple. ”

"No—I know exactly who you are. But allow me to say no. "Duke is categorical.

What are you kidding! Become a disciple of Medivan at this time?

That's a big death!

That's right, at this time, it seems that whoever seems to be the disciple of the strongest mage in the world, Medivan, is an incomparably beautiful and the highest honor of being a mortal. In the case of Azeroth, the remaining 99.9999% of the existence will directly kneel and lick, shouting three times, "Master, please accept the disciple's worship!"

However, in the world of Azeroth, only Duke, a hardcore player, will seriously remember what Medivan has in him.

In Duke's vision, there was a big "pit" on Medivan's forehead!

At this point in time, Medivan is the biggest pit in the world!

Why? Because Medivan is possessed by Sargeras, the boss of the Burning Legion, at the moment.

Possessed!

Possessed!

Possessed!

Things are very important, so repeat three times!

Who is Sargeras?

At the beginning of this world, a race of godlike powers, the Titans, formed the Pantheon and began their journey of creation. Sargeras is the Titan Warrior who defeated many evil creatures during the Journey to Genesis.

Nearly 25,000 years ago, Sargeras rebelled against the Council of the Pantheon, became the Lord of the Demons, and created the Burning Legion to embark on his Burning Expedition with the aim of destroying the experimental results of other Titans.

Sargeras was so devastating that he easily destroyed world after world until he ran into the world of Azeroth. Here, his demon legions are being fought by a coalition of five-colored dragons. The Burning Legion failed.

Since then, demonic forces have made repeated attempts to conquer Azeroth, but they have failed. Approximately 300 years ago, Medivan's mother, the Guardian of the World, Egwene, traveled to a place called Northrend to stop a group of demons who were hunting dragons, and subsequently encountered Upper Sargeras.

Furthermore, she defeated the Demon King and sealed his body in an ancient Night Elf ruin, but he did not notice that Sargeras's soul had lurked in her body.

As she gave birth to Medivan, Sargeras's soul also infiltrated Medivan's body, and when Medivan became an adult, Sargeras almost completely controlled Medivan, so Medivan would appear nervous from time to time, and only a few times it was his own soul that controlled his body.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the next tribulation events that occurred in the world of Azeroth, the first and biggest boss was Medivan, who was standing in front of Duke in front of him.

Duke never imagined that his extremely good performance would attract Medivan.

If he had been delusional a few seconds ago that the world had changed, would Medivan be exactly that 20% different, or something variable?

The system elf said: "An extremely evil and extremely powerful demonic will has been detected watching you...... Combat power assessment, your chance of victory is infinitely close to zero, please avoid it quickly. ”

This made Duke no longer hesitate and decisively refused!

The mages around him were almost about to besiege Duke, but Medivan raised his hand again and made a gesture of silence.

"Duke Marcus, huh? Can I hear your reasoning?"

Duke's mind was racing fast, and he knew that if he didn't give a proper and reasonable reason, he was afraid that things would be terrible today.

He already smelled a bad premonition that he would fall from the edge of the cliff into the abyss at any moment.

"Dear Guardian Medivan. You are great. ”

Duke's opening remarks made the mages a little less angry.

"But, ever since I knew my talent, my dream was to be greater than great. Duke looked up proudly, as if he wanted to promote his teenage dream.

"Ho?" Medivan's face showed a slight surprise, and then he smiled: "Go on!"

Before he knew it, Duke's voice had risen an octave, and his clear voice seemed to brighten up the entire hall.

"So I was thinking if I became a disciple of you, the greatest mage, Medivan. So no matter what great things I do in the future, no matter how many times I save the world, in the eyes of the world, this is the way it should be. Because I am a disciple of the Guardian Medivan, the best disciple of a great teacher. Then I will live forever under your aura, and people will only remember me as Duke, a disciple of Medivan. And not the great mage Duke Marcus. ”

In the loud words, Duke's perception was condensed.

Perception as a traverser!

As a junior with dreams and goals!

As a young man who is eager to make a career in another world!

If Duke had said this in class or on any social media before the crossing, he would have won a smile from his elders, if not to the applause of the audience.

But here, what Duke was waiting for was a thunderous roar.

"Presumptuous—"