The arcane shield had somehow been unraveled by Medivan.

The season has entered the end of spring, but everyone can still see the breath exhaled from Duke's mouth, which is a faint breath containing arcane power.

It is precisely because Duke is not able to control his power well that everyone can see the arcane aura escaping.

It was clear that the arcane power was transforming Duke's body, and the exposed arms and soles of his feet had a very distinct blue-purple arcane glow.

The abrupt promotion also briefly disturbed Duke's facial senses, and he turned his head sideways, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was a little uncomfortable with the light of the incomparably bright magic lamp in the lobby, but soon, he opened his eyes again and looked straight over.

It was still those deep black eyes, as calm as the water in the Bogu Well, and Duke could not see the advanced ecstasy on his face, nor did he see any special feelings, nor did he anger at the reproach of the mages just now, nor did he fight back against others who despised him.

It was as simple as eating and drinking for Duke.

Everyone had an illusion, as if they were not seeing a newcomer in the spell world who had just gotten rid of the status of a forced apprentice and been promoted to mage, but saw another magic god who was not inferior to Medivan born in front of him like a rising sun.

The pale blue glow on Duke's body was not bright, but for a moment, everyone felt that the light of all the magic lamps in the glorious hall was eclipsed.

Duke struggled to stand up with his hands on his feet, moving as slowly as he lifted a rusty Trap Golem. But after a few seconds, he stood up completely, standing proudly where all the lights were focused.

Although he was already the focus of the audience, at this moment, everyone's pupils still narrowed their focus further.

Suddenly, Duke stumbled and took a step forward. Even if he immediately stood still, such a simple action made a cadre and others subconsciously take two steps back, as if Duke was a great demon king from another world, or an ancient fierce god who had regained his strength.

"Poof!" Duke laughed unruly, "What? I was accidentally promoted, is there a problem?"

Accidentally got promoted?

Compared to Duke, the magic apprentices in the entire hall were simply ashamed to death. They are not cats or dogs, they are elites from various human kingdoms, many of them come from magician families, or aristocratic families, and the phrase "rich or noble" can well describe most of them.

Originally, they were still thinking about how to compete with Duke, a ninth-class apprentice who was in the limelight in this year's apprenticeship trial, who would have thought that all the competition would be over before it even began.

Duke left these elite geniuses far behind.

The blow was too big.

Shop for goods and throw them away!

Comparisons are odious!

At this moment, except for a few guys who were quite confident in themselves, they all lowered their heads in shame.

Danielle and Itana, who had been traveling with Duke not long ago, were so stunned that they almost forgot to breathe. Who would have thought that Duke, who was still level not long ago, would call him His Excellency the Mage in an instant?

Even Khadgar, who was a disciple of Medivan's own lineage, widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide at this moment. He seemed to understand a little bit as to why his master would be so eager to come forward in person and want to take Duke as a disciple.

Khadgar felt his face burn, and at that moment, Medivan gently put his hand on his disciple's shoulder, giving him a gentle smile of encouragement.

Then Medivan stepped forward and flipped his wrist, and a palm-sized gold-edged lion emblem condensed from arcane energy appeared in Medivan's hand.

Medivan's elegant face was full of humility and gentleness, and his incomparably pure eyes looked directly at Duke: "Duke Marcus, I, Medivan - as the guardian of the earth and the grand mage of the Stormwind Kingdom, on behalf of me and my friend and lord King Lane, I sincerely invite you to join the Stormwind City Royal Family Magic Academy, as well as the Stormwind Kingdom Legislators. I wonder if you're willing to accept it?"

Just like a war maniac presenting an award to a Nobel ****** laureate as a guest of honor, this scene is extremely strange in Duke's eyes.

Knowing that this was standing in front of him was Medivan, controlled by the incomparably cunning and sinister Burning Legion boss Sargeras, Duke danced with wolves as if playing with fire.

Of course, this is also the most thrilling place.

Because Duke knew very well that Sargeras's attention was not on him at all, at best he was just a promising little guy, and the cautious Sargeras would at most take advantage of the situation and not focus on him.

After all, at this moment, the Tirisfa Council for the purpose of protecting the world is still alive, and Medivan's mother Egwene is also alive, and Sargeras will definitely not make a mistake to show the fox's tail in advance until these powerful beings are ruled out that will affect his plans to invade Azeroth.

Moreover, Duke, who is familiar with the game's progression, is well aware that Sargeras also has a lot of weaknesses......

However, at this moment and place, after the system elf carefully scanned and confirmed that the arcane emblem was fine, Duke, like a rookie, replied proudly in a slightly excited tone:

"I do!"

So, at this moment, the second youngest official mage of the Royal Family Spell Academy in Stormwind City was born (the first young was the pervert Medivan, who became an official mage at the age of 10).

Medivan gently pushed the arcane emblem, and the emblem was immediately imprinted on the outside of Duke's left arm, and after a slight burning sensation, an arcane insignia with a gold-rimmed lion's head appeared on Duke's arm.

"Welcome, Your Excellency Marcus Earth Mage. Madison said.

"Earth Mage?"

Khadgar took the initiative to step forward at this time and explained: "Beginner mage is just a general term that is convenient for ordinary people to recognize, in fact, there are still many subdivisions among mages. For example, the lowest level of formal mages is the earth mage, and each level is also divided into nine levels from one to nine. Above are the Sky Mage, the Morning Star Mage, the Radiant Moon Mage, the Dawn Mage, and the Teacher's ......"

Medivan smiled and added, "If you're lucky enough to get to my point, you'll know." ”

Duke blinked to show that he knew.

This is very different from the game, where the level is simply 1 to 100, and it doesn't matter what the title is. After crossing over, coming to a complete world of Azeroth, it is naturally impossible to have such a division.

There is still some time to leave the Dark Gate incident, so at least you have to work hard as a mage of the sun.