Stormwind God

The scene is weird.

Surrounded by a group of brightly-dressed crowds, a teenager in burlap clothes took the Arcane badge of honor and status on the hands of Kingdom Xeon mage Medivh.

Such a huge contrast, the magical apprentices of aristocratic origins can see the eyes. I really want to be invisible, but they are on etiquette, and they are not allowed to lower their heads. Otherwise, this is not only a contempt for Duke, but also a disrespect for Medivh, who awarded the badge.

At this time there was applause. Whether it's a sincere blessing or an envy and hate for Duke to go to hell, at least the applause is very warm.

"Congratulations! His Excellency Marcus!"

"congratulations!"

The compliments are endless. Becoming a formal mage, the natural treatment is also different, and almost everyone has a smile on his face. As if the questioning and even insulting just now are just Duke's hallucinations.

"Duke, you are still young. The adult world is sometimes so bad. These things are good habits." Medivh smiled at Duke mildly, and naturally there was a spirited servant next to him. The wine glass for the fine wine was originally supposed to be born to celebrate the birth of the chief apprentice of the Royal Academy of Spell Art. Now it is used. The specifications are a bit poor, and the timing is just right.

When Duke mechanically picked up the wine glass, Medivh voluntarily touched Duke with the glass, and then drank his wine.

As a predecessor and a respected court master, Medivh's appreciation of Duke fell into the eyes of everyone around him. This is almost a glory beyond the reach of mortals.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I still have a lot to do, and I'll be out of the company first." After that, Medivh left in a smart way.

As a court master who has won the king's favor, Medivh still performed his duties of assisting the king well. On Duke's known timeline, Medivh was also his most active and busy time.

I just don't know if Medivh just was Sargeras, Medivh's own will, or Medivh's will as hinted by Sargeras' spirit. After all, one body and two souls are the most complicated.

However, this is not ‘run after pretending, so exciting! ‘?

Still, this is ‘boss is forced to run in front of me, and it ’s more exciting! ‘?

Thinking of this, the blood in Duke's body boiled unknowingly.

I did not expect that one day he would use the villain's super boss as his shield ... Duke suddenly found that he seemed to be awakened by some evil attributes that sought to stimulate.

What happened next became a bit unrelated to Duke.

A host-like guy came up and announced, "Well, now is the time for the apprentice and the tutor to choose from each other. According to the rules of the college this year, the tutor who must recruit magic apprentices is ..."

The host talked about a lot of things that have nothing to do with Duke fart. In fact, this two-way choice reminded Duke of the talent market. Unfortunately, Duke refused even Medivh. Naturally, there would not be a mage hot face sticking cold ass.

In previous years, there seemed to be an award ceremony for the chief magic apprentice, and now the chief apprentice of Duke has become a land mage directly, and this step is also saved.

The greatest limelight was stolen by Duke, and the rest of the apprentices and the mage would not bother themselves, and the birds and beasts soon dispersed.

Only then did Daniel and Itana come with Duke.

"Congratulations, Duke ... Um, His Excellency Marcus." It was Daniel, who spoke, and Itana, who was a little afraid to look at Duke.

"Call me Duke."

Daniel was a little hesitant, and he said straightforwardly, "Duke ... we talked to Norton mentor and decided to become his disciple."

Suddenly, Itana looked up, and the little freckled girl seemed to have a lot of courage: "Duke, it is better that we ask for Norton mentor together, after all, it was he who unearthed you, we ..."

Duke held up a finger and stopped Itana from speaking.

Duke secretly said in his heart: If the old Norton dare to accept me, he would have come over. I don't know if people are getting old and their courage is getting younger.

No blame the old Norton, after all, not everyone has the qualifications and luck to become a hero. However, it is the tens of millions of mortal people who fight against fate that composes epic events.

"Everyone has their own standpoint. Moreover, my path is very different from yours. You study with your Norton mentor, and if there are good things, I will take care of you."

The two little young men nodded indifferently.

Everyone was gone, Duke asked the waiter where he was, led by the waiter, walked through the long marble corridor, and watched in countless paintings, still knocking on the door of Old Norton.

The ordinary second-year female apprentice named Sasha opened the door. When she saw Duke outside, the female apprentice with light brown eyes with flax hair showed a kind smile.

She whispered to Duke: "You did come. In fact, the mentor has always expected you to come, mentor him ... his heart is not bad, just worry too much."

After finishing quickly, Sasha exclaimed: "Welcome to you, His Excellency Duke Marcus, the instructor is free. You can go in yourself."

Duke nodded with a smile, raised his chest and went in.

Perhaps it was just a temporary room for apprentices, and the room was quite different from Duke's imagination. To be precise, this is not a magician's room, it is more like a noble reception room.

A piece of white rectangular oak table is empty, and only the golden edges of the table, which are gorgeous and full of arcs, can be seen. In front of the table is a chair with a red flannel as the background, which allows the apprentice to sit comfortably on top of it and communicate with the instructor.

The instructor's chair is a bit cool, because there are two crystal **** infused with arcane energy on the long-backed chair, exuding a soft light, probably this is announcing the area that Norton instructor is good at-arcane.

However, the old Norton was not in the chair. Instead, he turned his back to the doorway and looked out of the large floor-to-ceiling window in the room. Looking at the greenery everywhere in the college, the old man seemed to sigh.

"Sorry for the trouble," Duke said first.

"Hmm--" The old man sighed, "Although you have been in trouble since the first glance at you, I never thought you could be so troublesome."

"Are you sorry?" Duke asked with a smile.

"If I really regret, I won't even let you in this room."

"so you……"

"I decided to gamble!"