Absolute genius!

Undoubtedly, a once-in-a-millennium genius!

Even Madeven's disciple Khadgar had never shown such an astonishing talent at this immature age of 13 or 14 years old!

The only person who can compete with Duke in terms of talent is probably the contemporary guardian of the world, Medivan!

But who is Medivan?

His mother is Egwene, the strongest guardian of the Tirisfa Council for millennia, secretly formed by the Mahoklas Council of the Human Mage Sanctuary of Dalaran and the Silver Moon Council of the High Elves of Quel'Thalas, to prevent the world's disasters and destruction!

Even his less talked about father, Neras Elan, is also a well-known court mage in Stormwind.

The so-called is a typical root is Miao Hong!

But Duke, a kid who didn't know where he came from, had such an amazing talent, which made the mages go crazy.

In the world of mages, except for those mage families that can train mages from generation to generation, they are basically classified by a certain mage school as a faction. For the entire human world and even the High Elf country Quel'Thalas, the Royal Family Spell Academy of Stormwind City, where it comes from, it doesn't matter where it comes from, there are too few good seedlings of mages in the human race.

If he becomes Duke's master, won't he have the opportunity to train a court archmage?

The mage is never alone.

Each mage often has his own followers, his own fiefdom, and his own power to ensure that he can get enough promotion resources and expenses for magic experiments.

Originally, many mages who were good friends with the Brando family, seeing this scene, immediately put the Brando family's request behind them.

Grab it!

Whoever snatches Duke to become his disciple is likely to soar to the sky.

Duke's performance in the seventh level was even more exciting for the mages' eyes to turn red!

What did Duke do?

He actually wandered around the outer circle of the [Blizzard] released by his opponent, and took advantage of the crackling of the blizzard to throw ice slag down, and killed the opponent with a single [Ice Arrow] in the gap between the hailstones.

Pass all seven levels!

Winning without the slightest drag.

Just as a large number of mages in the observation room got up to meet Duke, a genius who happened once in a thousand years, they suddenly found that Duke had entered the eighth level.

"What!?Isn't there only seven levels?" Each mage was stunned, and in the next second, they thought of a possible ...... at the same time.

The change in vision made Duke a little dumbfounded.

Seven consecutive heads-up games made him almost forget that there was such a thing as Karazhan chess.

However, the chessboard is no longer a chessboard.

Duke's vision is greeted by the savannah at dusk.

The two armies faced each other, and the steppe was filled with the heavy breathing of human soldiers, the neighing of horses, and the low roar of a huge black-haired wolf grinding its teeth.

The two sides are like two giant beasts facing each other on the grassland, and just feeling this condensed battle intent is enough to make any rookie who has just entered the battlefield scared to pee his pants.

The slanting sun crossed the low mountains in the distance, and poured on this grassland to its heart's content, and the sky and earth were orange and red, as if they were about to witness the blood spilled on this land!

Not far from Duke's side, King Ryan's short golden-eared hair of King Stormwind looked dazzling in the setting sun.

Ryan - is the center of this battlefield!

As long as Ryan is killed, the Horde will be completely victorious, and if the Black Hand Chieftain is killed on the Horde side, it will be a victory for the Alliance!

Duke's head followed Ryan's gaze into the distance, reflecting the array of both sides in his gaze.

It is no longer a monotonous chessboard, but a real battlefield.

The voice of Stormwind Commander Lothar echoed in his ears.

Lothar, who was beside Ryan, waved his hand, and a roar full of power resounded through the four fields: "Prepare for battle, the first battle sequence forms a shield formation, Barros, Jiajiasha, let the cavalry on both wings move, and prepare to launch a counterattack on the wolf cavalry!"

The nobles of Stormwind are decaying, but it has to be said that under the training of the great Lothar, the Stormwind Guard, as one of the strongest armies in the human kingdom, has performed impeccably.

In the face of the orc soldiers who were casually two heads taller than themselves, they did not panic at all, as if they acted in an instant, the first row of soldiers forcefully inserted the pointed bottom of the large shield into the ground under their feet, and then the second row of soldiers pressed the large shield against the top of the first row of large shields.

The pikemen of the third and fourth rows flattened their spears, and there was a soft sound, and two rows of spear forests emitting a shining cold light appeared outside the shield array.

No matter who it is, to storm such a military formation, there is no doubt that they will pay a heavy price.

5 minutes!

In Duke's vision, an incomparably rigorous battle line appeared in front of him

"Warriors!" King Ryan raised his hammer in the air, "Have you ever been willing to let your filthy enemies roam the land of Stormwind? In the mouth of every old man, our name will be passed down from generation to generation. ”

"For the Alliance—Fight!"

With Ryan's shout, the momentum of the soldiers suddenly went to the peak.

"Fighting—"

Thousands of voices and thousands of wills converge into one, this scene, even if Duke knows that it is illusory, makes Duke feel surging.

At this time, Duke suddenly noticed that Aindo Lothar was coming. This extremely handsome alliance handsome man with a charming beard and a square face patted Duke on the shoulder and smiled, "It's up to you to support the spell to support the blow." I don't think Stormwind would be at a disadvantage in the Battle of Spells with you. ”

You're ......

You're ......

You're ......

For some reason, a warmth rose in Duke's heart, even if he knew that this was an illusion, even if he knew that this Lothar was fake, but Duke just felt a feeling of being needed and recognized.

"Okay!

Behind Duke, a young mage who looked like a high-level mage stepped forward and said to Duke, "Your Excellency, the Stormwind City Mage Corps will fully follow your instructions. Wherever your spells go, the mage's strike will follow. ”

Oh? This is similar to the lead shot of the archers?

Duke smiled.

After that, the Stormwind army couldn't laugh. Because they fell into an absolute disadvantage in the spell confrontation. The tribal warlock regiment on the opposite side is constantly using [Meteor Fire Rain] to teach the soldiers of Stormwind City to behave. Duke's mage corps, on the other hand, was like drunks, messing around and not knowing what they were doing.