The warriors of Stormwind City were still brave and fighting, but because of Duque's lack of support, they fell into a passive situation.
The three groups of mages had no idea what they were doing.
Not only did his colleagues in the scene cast puzzled and angry looks, but even the mages who were watching the battle outside the field sighed.
They were disappointed.
Duque's magical aura seemed to disappear in an instant.
Old man Norton seemed to be talking to himself, "Sure enough, no matter how talented you are, you can't make up for the gap in experience!"
However, at this time, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Duque's mouth.
"I suddenly feel like I'm very bad!"
Yes! Just when the opponent was about to enjoy the joy of victory, he kicked the opponent from the clouds of happiness full of hope for victory into the bottomless abyss of despair.
This kind of evil pleasure, not to mention the first time, even if it happened countless times, it would still make Duque feel good!
He didn't know how many of the spectators outside the field would drop their glasses.
He only knew that his Frost Arrow had appeared in the most appropriate place on the entire battlefield.
Because they were unscrupulous, because they felt that the mages on Stormwind City's side were weak enough, the overall formation of the Horde was unknowingly pressuring them. The Blackhand Chief waved his battle axe at the front line and killed everyone. With every sweep of the battle axe, there were multiple Stormwind City warriors who died on the spot.
As a result, the Shaman who was healing the chief's injuries and restoring his health had unknowingly walked very close to the front line.
Even if the head of the Shaman group had carefully calculated the range of Duque's mages, that was the range of ordinary mages, not Duque.
This was a trial, but also a game. Since the mage group's range was set to be equal to Duque's range, then the mages could hit as far as Duque could hit.
Metamagic ability [Track of Ice] activated!
At the same time, Duque also had the system elf help adjust a metamagic ability [Spell Extension], which was similar to the mage talent [Cold Extension] in the game. Of course, the effect was not as good as a specialized talent.
However, with the aid of the enhancement circle specially used for war, even the smallest increase in a mage's power would be magnified many times over.
The warriors of Stormwind City and the Horde, who were fighting desperately in despair, stopped at the same time.
They saw a cluster of snow-white light that looked like a falling meteor piercing through the sky, streaking across the battlefield and accurately falling into the middle of the tribe's group of priests.
Under Duke's attack, the Chief Priest of the Priest Squad had a huge hole opened up in his chest. In the next instant, the frightening bloody hole was sealed by the ice, and the chief priest died before he even had the chance to use [Heal]!
Following closely behind Duque's attack, more and more icy 'meteors' pierced through the void and fell on the heads of the shaman priest group.
There was a series of continuous sounds similar to glass shattering, and it was as if a white crystal rain was falling on the heads of the shaman priests. Countless bone-chilling ice crystal fragments poured down like a storm, covering the prairie with a layer of frost.
The pure ice rain, stained with the red of blood, became incomparably enchanting!
An entire tribe's shaman priest group was completely annihilated!
Without giving the tribe a chance to react, the second round of attack came.
After a mere five seconds, the remaining shaman priest group of the other tribe was immediately annihilated.
At this moment, the entire Horde army had lost their healers. All of their injuries could not be healed. On the side of Stormwind City, although the number of soldiers was slightly smaller, each of them was like a cockroach that could not be killed. Other than those with broken arms and legs, even if it was a huge wound the size of a fist, with the treatment of the priests, the injury would quickly heal.
The scales of war that were already tilted towards the tribe were instantly pulled back.
At this moment, even if the mages watching the battle were stupid, they knew that this was not a counterattack by Duque to regain the advantage. It was a premeditated plan to lure the enemy in and kill them in one blow.
"Hiss —" The mages, once again, gasped.
Monster! Absolute monster!
Not only was his magic talent amazing, but his battle sense was also so sharp.
The biggest difference between the mages of Stormwind City and the mages of the Dalajan was that the mages of Stormwind City served the royal family, served the war.
Although in the past hundreds of years, Stormwind City had not experienced a large-scale war, how to coordinate the mages with the regular soldiers had always been the focus of the Royal Magic Academy's research.
Duque's performance seemed to have opened a new window for these rigid old mages. For a moment, the observation room was dead silent.
On the other side, the test was over. The Blackhand Chief, who had lost the support of the priests, became a trapped beast. The result, of course, was a great victory for the Stormwind City's frontline army.
"Hmm? It's over? "Originally, Duque thought there would be a ninth round or something," I haven't played enough yet. "
In front of him, the administrator Raven, who appeared again, laughed dryly, "Little guy, no need to pretend. You already knew that this was not some dormitory trial. Don't worry, little guy, you will receive additional rewards. "
"Hehe!"
The scene changed again. When Duque came back to his senses, he suddenly found himself in a magnificent hall.
The hall was like a buffet. Many people dressed like apprentices had arrived early and gathered in twos and threes. Some of the apprentices hungrily picked up the pastries on the table and ate them.
Duque saw Darnielle and Itana.
"Duque, over here!" Darnielle enthusiastically called out to Duque. Unexpectedly, as soon as he shouted, everyone's attention fell on Duque.
They all looked at him with bad intentions!
"I … Did I do something wrong?" Darnielle was not too slow. He immediately realized that something was wrong.
"No, you did nothing wrong." Duque stepped forward, raised his arm slightly, and patted Darnielle's shoulder.
"Yes! You're the one who's wrong — Duke Marcus! Wizard Norton must have made a mistake somewhere. You can't be a grade nine talent. "At this moment, a strict and irrefutable voice sounded.
Duque's eyes sharpened, and he glanced at the newcomer. It was a well-dressed, golden-haired boy of about 14 or 15 years of age from a wealthy family. His hair was well combed, all combed to the back of his head.
Just a pretty boy!
"Didn't your mother teach you not to interrupt? Don't you know the basic etiquette of saying your name before talking to a stranger? "
Duque's rebuttal caused the boy's face to turn red and green. However, his good upbringing made him calm, "I am Fili Gendel of the Gendel family in Rapidflow Castle. As a direct descendant of the Gendel family with a thousand years of magic inheritance, I am only a grade seven apprentice. I have deep doubts about your grade nine talent. "
Suddenly, a voice sounded, "No need to doubt. In the sixth round, Duke Marcus defeated you with an absolute advantage."
A stone stirred up a thousand ripples.
At first, everyone thought that it was just a simulated battle with a virtual character set up by the academy. Who would have thought that it was a battle between wizards that was synchronized with a real person?!
No apprentice dared to doubt the words of the newcomer. Although he was a little too young, the illustrious royal crest on his body told them that he was a court wizard of Stormwind!
The court wizard came in front of Duque.
"Hello, Duke Marcus. I am the court wizard Medivh. Are you interested in becoming my disciple? "
Duque replied almost without thinking, "I refuse!"
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