Genius! An absolute genius!
Without a doubt, he was a once-in-a-thousand-years genius!
Even Medivh's disciple, Khadgar, did not show such shocking talent at the tender age of 13 or 14!
The only one who could match Duque's talent was probably the current World Guardian, Medivh!
But who was Medivh?
His mother was Aegwynn, the strongest protector of the Tirisfal Council, which was formed by the Dalajan's Magokolas Council and the High Elves' Silver Moon Council in Cuel Salas in secret to prevent disasters and destruction in the world!
Even his father, Nielas Aran, who was rarely mentioned, was a famous court mage of Stormwind City.
He was a classic example of a good seedling!
But Duque, a brat who came from god knows where, actually had such shocking talent. This made the mages go crazy.
In the world of mages, other than those mage families that could cultivate mages for generations, most mages were classified by a certain school of mage inheritance. For the Stormwind City Royal Magic Academy, which accepted disciples in the human world and even in the High Elves' Kingdom of Cuel Salas, the origin was not important. There were too few good seedlings among the human mages.
If he became Duque's master, wouldn't he have the chance to train a court mage?
Mages were never a single individual.
Every mage often had their own followers, their own fiefdom, and their own forces to ensure that they could obtain enough resources for advancement and the expenses needed for magic experiments.
Many mages who were on good terms with the Brando family immediately threw the request of the Brando family to the back of their minds when they saw this scene.
Snatch! They must snatch!
Whoever snatched Duque as their disciple could possibly soar to the sky in one fell swoop.
Duque's performance in the seventh stage stimulated the mages to the point that their eyes turned red!
What did Duque do?
He actually wandered around the periphery of the opponent's [Blizzard], and while the blizzard was throwing ice shards down, he killed his opponent with a [Frost Arrow] in between the hailstones.
All seven stages passed!
There was no sloppiness in his victory.
Just as a large group of mages in the observation room were about to leave to meet Duque, the genius that appeared once in a thousand years, they suddenly realized that Duque had entered the eighth stage.
"What!? Aren't there only seven stages? "Every mage was stunned. In the next second, they all thought of a possibility...
Duque was a little dumbfounded by the changes in the scene before him.
After seven consecutive one-on-one matches, he had almost forgotten about the Karazhan Chess.
The chessboard was no longer a chessboard.
In the eyes of the other mages, Thoradin The Great was commanding the Human Alliance with the Arathi tribe as the core to fight against the Northern Troll Empire.
But what entered Duque's vision was the prairie at dusk.
The two armies confronted each other. The grassland was filled with the heavy breathing of the human soldiers, the neighing of the horses, and the deep growls of the huge Black-furred Wargs.
Both sides were like two giant beasts that were about to fight to the death on the grassland. Just the sense of battle was enough to make any rookie on the battlefield wet his pants in fear.
The setting sun passed over the hills in the distance and poured down on the grassland. The sky and earth were orange, as if they were about to witness the blood that was spilled on this land!
Not far from Duque, the King of Stormwind City, Laing's short golden hair was extremely dazzling under the setting sun.
Laing was the center of this battlefield!
As long as Laing was killed, the Horde would obtain complete victory. On the other hand, if the Horde's Blackhand Chief was killed, it would be the Alliance's victory!
Duque's head followed Laing's line of sight into the distance, and his eyes reflected the formation of both sides.
In front of him was no longer a simple chessboard, but a real battlefield.
The voice of Stormwind City's commander, Lothar, echoed in his ears.
Lothar, who was beside Laing, waved his hand and roared with power. "Prepare for battle. The first battle line, form a shield formation. Barros, Jiajasha, move the cavalry on both sides. Prepare to counterattack the Wolf Riders!"
The nobles of Stormwind City were rotten, but it had to be said that under the guidance of the great Lothar, the Stormwind City Guards were one of the strongest armies in the human kingdom. The soldiers' performance was impeccable.
Facing the Orc soldiers who were easily two heads taller than them, they did not panic at all. It was as if they had moved in an instant. The first row of soldiers forcefully inserted the tip of their big shields into the ground under their feet, and then the second row of soldiers placed their big shields above the first row of shields.
The third and fourth rows of spearmen leveled their long spears, and with a soft clatter, two rows of shining spears appeared outside the shield formation.
No matter who it was, if they wanted to attack such a formation, they would undoubtedly pay a heavy price.
Five minutes! Only five minutes!
In Duque's vision, an extremely strict battle line had already appeared in front of him.
"Warriors!" King Laing raised the war hammer in his hand high. "Have you ever been willing to let the dirty enemy gallop on the land of Stormwind? But the arrival of the enemy has made war inevitable. Behind you is your home, Stormwind City! Many of you may die here, but your loved ones, your compatriots, will survive because of your fighting! But if we win, then from now on, in the land of the Eastern Kingdom, in every tavern, in every old man's mouth, our name will be sung for generations to come. "
"For the Alliance — Fight!"
With Laing's shout, the morale of the soldiers suddenly reached its peak.
"Fight —"
Thousands of voices and thousands of wills converged into one. Even though Duque knew that this scene was illusory, it still made Duque's emotions surge.
At this time, Duque suddenly saw Anduin Lothar walking over. This incomparably handsome, attractive man with a charming beard and a square face patted Duque's shoulder and smiled. "I'll leave the magic support to you. I think, with you, Stormwind City will not fall into a disadvantage in the magic war. "
With you …
With you …
With you …
For some reason, a warm feeling rose in Duque's heart. Even though he knew that this was an illusion, even though he knew that this Lothar was fake, Duque still felt a sense of need and recognition.
"Alright! Leave it to me! "
Behind Duque, a young mage who looked like a high-level mage walked forward and said to Duque, "Dear Great Mage, the Stormwind City Mage Squad will act according to your instructions. Wherever your magic goes, the mage squad's attack will follow. "
Oh? This is similar to the archer squad's leading the shot?
Duque smiled.
Then, the Stormwind City army could not smile. Because they were at an absolute disadvantage in the battle of magic. The Horde Warlocks on the opposite side constantly used [Meteor Fire Shower] to teach the Stormwind City soldiers how to behave. And Duque's mage squad was like drunkards, fighting randomly. No one knew what they were doing.
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