At this moment, Medivh was not the bearded uncle. He was younger and more handsome. He had a pair of deep blue eyes that seemed to be able to see through the past and future of the world. He was calm and full of mysterious charm. His brown, flaxen, shoulder-length wavy hair made him look like an artist. Coupled with his well-built body, he looked like a handsome man.
As the Protector of Stormwind and even the World of Azeroth, as the childhood best friend of the Stormwind King Laing, as the court archmage of Stormwind City, Medivh's position was extremely high.
Moreover, he did not often appear in Stormwind City. Most of the time, he would be doing experiments and research in the Karazhan Mage Tower in the Upwind Path, far to the southeast of Stormwind City.
As long as he appeared, who would not give him face?
But Duque did it.
If Duque receiving Medivh's favor had attracted the envy and jealousy of the apprentices and even the mages, then at this moment, all the gazes towards Duque had become the same — mockery!
"Kid! Do you know who you just rejected? Medivh! The world's strongest mage, the Protector of Azeroth, Medivh! "
"Kid! Even if it's because of your ignorance, this is too much! "
There were all sorts of noises around them, but Medivh raised his hand and all the noises disappeared in an instant.
Medivh was not angry. Instead, he smiled and asked Duque.
"Kid Duque, are you sure you know who I am? Training under the most powerful mage was not an opportunity that every talented mage apprentice could have. I have been the Protector of the World for so long, and I have only accepted one apprentice, Khadgar. If you don't know me well, I can explain to you what you can get by becoming my apprentice. "
"No — I know who you are. But please allow me to reject, "Duque said firmly.
What a joke! Becoming Medivh's apprentice at this time?
That would be courting death!
That's right, anyone would think that becoming the disciple of the strongest mage in the world, Medivh, was a glorious thing. It was the highest honor for a mortal. If it was Azeroth, the other 99.9999% of existences would immediately kneel down and lick his boots, shouting, "Master, please accept this disciple's worship!"
However, in the World of Azeroth, only Duque, a veteran player, would seriously remember what Medivh had on him.
In Duque's field of vision, Medivh's forehead had a huge "Pit" carved into it!
At this point in time, Medivh was the biggest trap in the world! There was no other!
Why? Because Medivh had been possessed by Sargeras, the boss of the Burning Legion.
He was possessed!
He was possessed!
He was possessed!
This matter is very important, so I repeat it three times!
Who was Sargeras?
At the beginning of this world, a group of races with divine power, the Titans, formed the Pantheon and began their journey of creation. Sargeras was the Titan Warrior who was responsible for defeating many evil creatures during the journey of creation.
About 25,000 years ago, Sargeras betrayed the Pantheon Council and became the Demon King. He created the Burning Legion and began his Burning Crusade to destroy the experimental results of the other Titans.
Sargeras was so arrogant that he easily destroyed one world after another, until he encountered the World of Azeroth. Here, his Demon Army was resisted by the allied forces of the Pentashade Dragons. The Burning Legion was defeated.
After that, the forces of the Demons made repeated attempts to conquer Azeroth, but they all failed. About 300 years ago, Medivh's mother, the previous World Guardian, Aegwynn, went to a place called Northrend to stop a group of Demons who were hunting dragons, and then encountered Sargeras.
She defeated the Demon King and sealed his body in an ancient Night Elf ruin, but she didn't realize that Sargeras's soul had lurked in her body.
As she gave birth to Medivh, Sargeras's soul also sneaked into Medivh's body. After Medivh grew up, Sargeras almost completely controlled Medivh, so Medivh would appear to be neurotic from time to time. Only a few times did his own soul control his own body.
It was no exaggeration to say that in the subsequent suffering in the World of Azeroth, the first and biggest Boss was Medivh, who was standing in front of Duque.
Duque never thought that his extremely outstanding performance would attract Medivh.
If a few seconds ago, he was still delusional that the world had changed, would Medivh be the 20% different, or something had changed?
The System Elf said, "Detected an extremely evil and incomparably powerful Demon's will spying on you … Combat assessment, your chances of winning are infinitely close to zero, please avoid it quickly."
This made Duque hesitate no more, and he decisively rejected it!
Originally, the surrounding mages almost wanted to gang up on Duque, but Medivh once again raised his hand and made a silent gesture.
"Duke Marcus, right? Can I hear your reason? "
Duque's brain was spinning quickly. He knew that if he didn't give a suitable and reasonable reason, he was afraid that things would be very bad today.
He already had a bad premonition that he would fall from the edge of the cliff into the bottomless abyss at any time.
"Respected Guardian Medivh. You are very great. "
Duque's opening speech slightly reduced the anger of the mages.
"But, ever since I found out about my talent, my dream has been greater than greatness." Duque raised his head proudly, as if he wanted to proclaim his youthful dreams.
"Huh?" Medivh's face showed a slight surprise, and then he smiled, "Continue!"
Unknowingly, Duque's voice rose an octave, and his clear voice seemed to light up the entire hall.
"So, I was thinking, if I became the disciple of you, the greatest mage Medivh. Then, no matter what kind of great achievements I make in the future, no matter how many times I save the world, in the eyes of the world, this is what it should be. Because I am the disciple of Guardian Medivh! The most outstanding disciple taught by a great teacher. Then, I will forever live under your halo, and people will only remember me as Medivh's disciple, Duque. And not the great mage Duke Marcus. "
The powerful and resonant words condensed Duque's realization.
Realization as a transmigrator!
This was the realization of a junior with a dream and a goal!
Realization as a young man who longed to make a name for himself in a different world!
If it was before his transmigration, if Duque said these words in class or on any social media, even if he did not win the applause of the whole hall, he would at least win a knowing smile from the elders.
But here, what Duque waited for was a thunderous roar.
"Presumptuous —"
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