Reforged: Chapter 22: Medivh's Disciple? I Refuse!

The warriors of Stormwind continued to fight valiantly, bathed in blood and sweat, but they were forced into a defensive position due to Duke's lack of support. Three mage battalions were doing absolutely nothing.

Not only were the colleagues in the scene looking at each other with confusion and anger, even the mages watching from outside the scene were sighing in disappointment.

They were let down.

Duke's magical aura seemed to disappear in an instant.

Old Norton muttered to himself, "Indeed, even geniuses cannot make up for the gap in experience!"

But at this moment, a faint smile appeared on Duke's lips.

"I suddenly feel so wicked!"

Yes! Only when the opponent is about to enjoy the joy of victory, can they be kicked from the cloud of happiness into the abyss of despair.

This evil sense of pleasure, not just the first time, even if it happened countless times, would make Duke feel ecstatic!

He didn't know how many spectators outside the scene had dropped their glasses.

He only knew that his ice arrow appeared in the most appropriate location on the entire battlefield.

Because of recklessness and the belief that the mages on the Stormwind side were not good enough, the overall formation of the Horde was unknowingly pressing forward. Blackhand, the chieftain, swung his battle-axe, killing countless Stormwind warriors with each blow, leaving them dead on the spot.

This led to one result: the shaman who was healing the chieftain and restoring his health also unknowingly moved closer to the front line.

Even though the leader of that shaman group had carefully calculated the range of Duke's mage battalion, that range was only for regular mages, not for Duke.

This was a trial, but also a game. Since the range of the mage battalion was equal to Duke's range, then the mages in the battalion could shoot as far as Duke could.

Duke activated his ultra-magic specialty, "Ice Trail"!

At the same time, he also activated another ultra-magic specialty, "Spell Extension," which was similar to the mage talent in the game called "Extreme Cold Extension," but the effect was not as good as a specialized talent.

However, with the help of the war-specific enhanced magic formation, even the slightest increase in a mage's personal power would be multiplied.

The Stormwind warriors and Horde fighters, who were fighting for their lives in despair, all stopped at the same time.

They saw a cluster of white meteors falling from the sky, piercing through the clouds and landing accurately among the tribe's priesthood.

Duke's attack directly created a large hole in the chest of the Chief Priest, and the stunning blood hole was then sealed by ice, leaving no chance for the use of healing spells. The Chief Priest was killed on the spot!

Following Duke's attack, more icy "meteors" streaked across the sky, falling onto the shaman priesthood. A series of continuous and unbroken sounds like glass shattering could be heard, and it seemed as though a pure and flawless crystal rain fell on top of the shaman priests' heads.

Countless bone-chilling ice crystals poured down like a torrential storm, even forming a layer of frost on the vast grassland. The pure ice rain became incredibly enchanting, tainted with the blood of the red. An entire reorganized tribe's shaman priesthood was wiped out!

Without giving the tribe a chance to react, the second round of attacks came immediately after just five seconds. Shortly after, the remaining shaman priesthood of another tribe was also wiped out. At this moment, the entire tribe's army lost the ability to heal.

All wounds could not be recovered, while on the side of Stormwind City, although the number of soldiers was slightly less, every one of them was like a cockroach that couldn't be killed.

Even with huge fist-wide wounds, they could quickly recover under the healing of the priest, unless they lost their limbs. The war balance that was already leaning towards the horde warband was instantly pulled back. Even those mages who were watching from outside the arena knew that this was not Duke using a counterattack to regain the advantage, but a premeditated strategy to lure the enemy into a trap and kill them with one blow.

"Hiss—" The mages once again drew in a cold breath. What a monster! Absolutely monstrous! Not only was his magical talent astonishingly high, but his sense of war was also so keen.

The biggest difference between the mages of Stormwind City and those of Dalaran was that the former served the king and the war.

Although Stormwind Kingdom had not experienced large-scale wars in the past few hundred years, how to coordinate the mages' team with regular soldiers has always been a key issue studied by the Stormwind Royal Academy of Magic.

Duke's performance seemed to have opened a new window for these old and rigid-minded mage elders. For a moment, the observation room fell into silence. Over there, the test was over, and Blackhand the Warchief, who had lost the support of the priests, became a trapped beast. The result, of course, was a big victory for the Stormwind City army.

"Hmm? It's over?" Duke thought there would be a ninth round or something. "I'm not done yet." In front of him, the administrator, Raven, appeared again, dryly laughing. "Kid, no need to pretend. You already knew this wasn't a dormitory trial. Rest assured, kid, you'll get extra rewards."

"Hehe!" The scene changed once again, and when Duke came to his senses, he suddenly found himself in a magnificent hall adorned in gold and jade.

The hall resembled a buffet restaurant, where many apprentices dressed in their robes had already arrived and were gathered in groups of two or three. Some of the apprentices hungrily grabbed the pastries on the table and began to eat.

Duke saw Daniel and Itana.

"Duke, over here!" Daniel warmly called out to Duke, but little did he know that when he shouted, he immediately drew the attention of the entire room to Duke.

All eyes were filled with ill intentions!

"I... did I do something wrong?" Daniel wasn't too dull of a person, and he realized it right away.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong." Duke walked over and gently raised his arm, patting Daniel's shoulder.

"That's right! What's wrong is you, Duke Marcus! The Norton Mage must have made a mistake somewhere. You cannot be a ninth-ranked apprentice." At this moment, a stern and irrefutable voice rang out.

Duke's eyes narrowed, and he looked towards the speaker, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old blond boy who was dressed very fashionably and obviously came from a wealthy family. His hair was neatly combed back.

Just a pretty boy!

"Didn't your mother teach you to mind your own business? Don't you know basic etiquette like introducing yourself before speaking to a stranger?" Duke interrupted, causing the boy's face to turn red and then pale. However, his good upbringing allowed him to remain composed. "I am Philip Rangdel of the Lethe Family of the Torrent Keep. As a direct descendant of the Rangdel family, who has inherited the millennium spell legacy, I deeply doubt your ninth-ranked aptitude."

Suddenly, a voice rang out, "No need to doubt it. In the sixth round just now, Duke Marcus decisively defeated you with absolute superiority."

The statement caused a commotion.

Originally, everyone thought it was just a simulation battle with a virtual character set up by the academy. Who would have thought that it was a real mage duel with a real person as a reference?!

No apprentice dared to doubt the words of the newcomer, even though he seemed a bit too young. However, the prominent royal emblem on his clothes indicated his identity - a court mage of the Stormwind Kingdom!

The court mage approached Duke.

"Hello, Duke Marcus. I am the Grand Mage Medivh of the royal court of Stormwind. Are you interested in becoming my apprentice?"

Duke almost instinctively replied, "I refuse!"