MTL - Stormwind God-Chapter 7 North County Boiling

The results of it?

No murderer had seen it, only two black people, and the grass man who had been used as a target in the open space, all turned into dust.

Not far away, Deputy Captain Wiley was stunned, and his mouth could even put an egg.

Farther away, Sir Farm Brando and his servants were scared to the ground.

"Oh my gosh, what did I see?" Viry couldn't believe his eyes.

His former captain once told him that if it was an excellent mage seedling, he could use that crystal ball to release a fireball and smash a certain grass man into scum.

What did he see now?

Ten grass men in a row are gone. The ground was full of black ash and a small amount of hay debris that had not been completely burned out.

"Cough cough ..." Both the old and the young were coughing desperately, and both were caught by the thick smoke from the fire.

"Sasha." The old mage called his deputy, with an inexpressible ecstasy in his voice: "Notify old Mike and bring the bottle of wine I treasure! I've picked up the baby!"

"Baby !? What baby?" The mage's deputy who hurried over from other places was a little dazed.

The old Norton handed over Dukela, who was still in a state of persecution: "He-once in a thousand years, no, a big * Master Miaozi once in a year!

"Wow--" All of North County Abbey Proving Grounds fry pan all at once.

No matter what era, there are the most big men who don't need talent and rely on a muscle alone. On the contrary, the more skilled and talented professionals are, the fewer they are. Legal professionals, no matter which one, are so rare that they rarely exist.

Almost the moment the old man announced, Duke could feel that everyone looked at him differently.

Most are envious, a few are jealous, but there is ... awe!

Duke's ears were messy. Generally, he understood. As long as he became a formal mage, he was the equivalent of a nobleman. In the future, he would even have his own fiefdom, his mage tower, and so on.

His two guards, who once looked down on him, were twisted by Deputy Captain Viry one by one, begging Duke to forgive him like a dog.

Of course, the most shocking thing is Farm Brando.

Immediately after the initial horror, his face changed from shock to iron blue, because he heard a word.

"Boy, from this moment on, you are the highest-ranking ninth-level apprentice apprentice in Stormwind Royal Academy of Spellcraft. Well, I will apply for special treatment for you. In this way, you can enjoy the benefits equivalent to jazz."

what! ? impossible!

Duke's pretty face, in Brando's eyes, is more hateful and ugly than the most stingy ghoul. Brando couldn't believe his ears at all.

Nine qualifications!

What is the ninth class qualification!

Since the founding of the Kingdom of Stormwind, there has been one and only one person who has won nine grades of qualification evaluation! That is the current King of the Stormwind Royal Palace, Master Medivh, known as the legendary man who is the next patron saint of the world!

Who is Medivh's mother?

The famous patron saint of Azeroth, Aegwynn.

Why does a poor boy of unknown origin have such a terrible qualification?

Brando is going crazy!

He knew he was defeated!

Although no bet was made for this, Brando knew he was defeated.

The reason why he was able to take the dignity is firstly his aristocratic status, and secondly, he obtained the qualification of fifth-class apprentice in the trial of the Master arranged in advance.

In mortals, the fifth class already represents excellence.

There is only one Medivh in the world, and the better Mage Seeds have been recruited into the city of Dalaran, the Holy Land of Human Mage. Therefore, the fifth-level apprenticeship is enough to make Brando walk sideways in Stormwind City.

Unfortunately, compared to Duke, the ninth-level apprentice who was born, he is fart.

"Little guy, what's your name?" The old man grabbed Duke's hand, as if the baby would run away if he let go.

"Duke."

"Duke? What's your last name?"

Duke snapped: Uh, yeah, this is a fantasy world in the western tone.

To others, Duke was just a first name, not a last name. He can never tell the old man that his surname is Du Mingke, a distant relative of the N generation in theory of the great poet Du Fu.

At this moment, a surname popped up in Duke's mind, which was the surname of a life winner in the World of Warcraft game that made all men envy and envy.

The Duke ghost made the difference and said: "Marcus ... Duke Marcus!"

The old man grabbed Duke's left hand with his right arm and held up high: "This year's Master Apprentice Trial Rookie King was born, he is Duke Marcus!"

As soon as this result came out, the audience was shocked. Over a thousand people opened their mouths that could be stuffed with duck eggs and looked at all of them silly.

Quiet.

Unconsciously, everyone's eyes refocused on the noble young Brando.

In the face of a hostile, hostile, and even contemptuous look, Brando's face burned.

apologize? how is this possible!

Nobles will never just apologize to another nobleman!

Even if he knew he was wrong, the nobleman would not yield to a civilian. What is equivalent to jazz status, yes, the status of mage is transcendent, but no matter how talented Duke is, he is only a mage apprentice after all.

Apologies or something, before he became a court mage, there was no need to think about it!

"Huh!" Tie Qing's face was broken, and Brando stomped and ran away with a bunch of servants.

After a long time, after Brando's figure had completely gone.

boom!

The audience was uproar.

The sensational frenzy came at this moment.

Every civilian was talking wildly, whispering to his companions what had just happened, and then screamed.

"I ... I ... am I right? The guy named Duke won?"

"That's right! Duke overwhelmed the Brando's kid in the Master Apprentice Trial. Nine-level qualifications! That's completely above the fifth-level qualifications of Brando."

"Yes, it is incredible that a civilian child defeated Brando from a noble family!"

"So, did the little Duke brothers enter the Royal Academy of Stormwind?"

"Wow, you said that, then I suddenly remembered it. It seems that this is the first person to enter the Master's Academy as a civilian since the establishment of the Kingdom of Stormwind!"

A muscular young man said excitedly: "Duke is too good, no, when he graduates from the mage college, I want to be his follower!"

"Wait for Master Duke to graduate? I suggest you get online early. Nine-level qualifications, maybe he is the next Master of the Stormwind Palace."

"Well, look at the glowing eyes of the girls around, I can't wait to swallow Duke into my stomach."

A large group of young men yelled arrogantly, venting their inner excitement.