Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 242: Lecture

At this moment, all high-level mages knew one fact - Duke was very strong.

Some people wanted to stop for a moment, but a deep voice said something that seemed to have magical power, which made all the mages who wanted to retreat straighten their backs again.

"This is Dalaran."

Yes! This is Dalaran! The holy land of magic!

After the high elves taught magic to humans, almost all wizards who came here would pay homage to this holy place!

This place symbolizes the greatest freedom, the most vast knowledge, and the ultimate sacredness in the magical world!

Duke represents Karazhan.

If Duke's background was not so strong, if he was not the Duke of Stormwind and the Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Alliance, if Karazhan had not disappeared from the Eastern Kingdoms, perhaps some evil and greedy mages would have challenged Duke for the ownership of Karazhan.

The bottom line is, Duke made that guy look bad.

Although the Archmage's mental strength was weak, he was wearing the violet lecturer's robe of the Dalaran Higher School of Magic.

This reason is enough.

Moreover, didn't Duke just use his mental power to cover the heads of all the mages?

This can also be considered a provocation.

The second challenger appeared immediately. Unlike the guy sitting in the third row, this time it was a Archmage from the second row. According to estimates, this was already a third-class Archmage.

Without any arrogance, this guy directly condensed his mental power into an extremely sharp spike, and stabbed it like the wind at Duke's mental beast of unknown shape with huge wings.

In the world of spiritual power, just as the sharp thorn was about to pierce Duke's spiritual power beast, a claw with only three fingers grew out from the beast and closed its claws at just the right moment.

"Crack!"

There is no sound in the world of spiritual power.

This action itself seems to come with a sound like "click!"

Obviously, no eardrum received the sound vibration, but everyone heard it as if it were an auditory hallucination.

As if some important part of his body was broken, the third-class Master suddenly covered his head and curled up like a shrimp.

Duke was still moving forward, neither hurried nor slow, on the huge stage, under the soft magic lights, moving towards the podium at a constant pace. He seemed to be completely unaware of the mental attacks of the two Archmages, with a faint smile on his face and unparalleled confidence, he continued walking.

Duke was clearly saying, 'I'll leave you enough time to attack!'

Arrogant and pretentious advertising.

An attitude a hundred times more arrogant than in the advertisement.

This is simply treating the high-level mages in Dalaran as nothing!

Not every Archmage is so young and vigorous. Many Archmage are not young anymore. They relied on their age and qualifications and originally had no plans to take action. But now it is completely different.

The third Master took action.

This time his mental power condensed into a ball, turned into a cannonball, and shot towards Duke's mental beast.

It was still that claw, and like flicking a melon seed, the claw flicked lightly, and the shell shot back at a speed even faster than when it came.

The guy hastily opened his mental shield, but it was useless, the speed was too fast. Even if it was his own mental power, he could not bear the chaotic and turbulent mental power again.

He covered his chest in pain and pointed his finger at Duke, but he couldn't say a word.

The fourth Master was sitting on the edge of the first row.

This Archmage was obviously the best among the Masters. Duke didn't know whether he was at the seventh or eighth level. He only knew that this guy's mental power turned into a giant who was more than three meters tall and had a vague figure. He held a huge axe and chopped down at Duke's beast.

This guy is going too far!

If the attacks of the three men just now were mainly probing, this guy was definitely going all out. Although he didn't dare to underestimate Duke, this level of mental attack, if not handled properly, would destroy the opponent's magic circuit and turn him into a cripple.

Duke frowned, and for the first time, a cold look appeared on his face.

This time, the behemoth's counterattack is... a grown tail!

A huge tail that was ten meters long and as thick as a bison's body swept over. The mages could even sense the clear scales on the tail.

The handle of the giant axe, the giant's head, and half of the giant's body were all shattered by a single sweep of this extremely solid tail with an even higher density of mental power!

"Ugh!" This guy vomited blood on the spot, and bright red blood flowed out from the gaps between the fingers of his left hand that covered his mouth. At the same time, the floor tiles under his feet and the chair he made all turned into powder. He fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassed manner and could not sit up no matter what.

In the first row, five Masters looked at each other and nodded almost imperceptibly at the same time.

It was not an excessive mental attack, the attack level was reduced to a test. However, this was a nearly full-strength attack within the test level.

Be it swords, guns, arrows, thorns, or hammers, five different kinds of mental weapons attacked Duke at the same time, and almost in no particular order they arrived in front of Duke's mental beast.

Anyone can see that Duke, this giant psychic beast, was specially made into the form of a dragon.

Most of the mages scoffed.

It is very tiring to make the mental power into this form. The generally accepted view is that this will weaken the offensiveness of the mental power, because the brain will put extra thoughts on condensing the form, so most mages will adopt a simpler and more practical form of mental power.

That majority does not include Duke.

With the help of the system elves, Duke could not only turn it into a giant dragon, but also turn it into Ultraman to play dynamic death ray. What Duke valued most was the weak position of the opponent's spiritual energy group that the system scan helped him to instantly confirm.

The quality and quantity of mental power in each mage's mental power group are not evenly distributed, which gives Duke an opportunity.

Duke is not superior to his opponent in both quality and quantity, but as long as Duke can find the weak link or even the fatal point of his opponent's mental strength, that is enough.

In the vision of mental power, the mages sensed that Duke's dragon had finally revealed its true form. However, when five giant mental weapons attacked, the dragon's claws suddenly grew longer, and then two kitchen knives suddenly appeared on the dragon's claws.

At this time, Ilucia, who was following Duke tremblingly, heard Duke whisper:

"Meteor Explosion Slash 56 times!"

The storm created by the high-speed swinging of the mental blade instantly swept the airspace between Duke and the five mages. In the blink of an eye, the five mages collapsed in their seats at the same time.

Impossible!

This is absolutely impossible!

Why could a Archmage resist, no, defeat so many Archmages in the realm of spiritual power? Looking at those mages who looked like frost-bitten eggplants, no one could say anything.

It seemed that those Morningstar mages who were fairly well-known in Dalaran were complete fools, and they all stretched their faces out for Duke to hit them.

It wasn't just a normal slap. They grabbed the collar and slapped me back and forth. The face was slapped loudly and the face was swollen.

There were nine mages in total, one Archmage and eight Masters, who rushed forward in a round-robin format that is the most shameful for others under normal circumstances. However, they were outnumbered one against nine and were all knocked down without even a breath.

Didn't you see Duke walking slowly across the stage with such ease?

In the huge auditorium, apart from the sound of Duke's footsteps, there was almost no sound. Among the 12,000 people in the auditorium, none of them were ordinary people. They were either formal mages or mage apprentices. As long as they were apprentices, they would be able to sense the mental fluctuations of Duke's battle with them just now.

Everyone is very clear about this temptation of releasing mental power.

Obviously, even the apprentice who didn't see the whole picture knew it.

Duke had won a resounding victory.

One against nine!

If Duke was not a foreign mage, if Duke was a lecturer from Dalaran, then what would greet Duke now would surely be thunderous applause.

The apprentices and novice mages were all excited, and everyone in this huge fan-shaped auditorium turned their eyes to the first row.

After all, only the high-level wizards there could possibly defeat, no, challenge Duke successfully.

In the first row, in the middle, there were still several recognized Master experts. However, they were all unmoved, as if they were the best students, listening most attentively.

In fact, the real focus was on the only Magus in the entire venue.

Kael'thas!

A high elven prince of Quel'Thalas.

If Kael'thas takes action, all ten Dukes will be defeated.

But will Kael'thas take action?

What a joke, Kael'thas is here to support Duke.

Seeing the gentle smile that Kael'thas had been maintaining since Duke showed up, the Archmage, who still had a little bit of thought in his mind, extinguished his desire to challenge and gave up on looking for trouble with this extremely evil Archmage.

One step, two steps... five steps... ten steps...

Duke walked to the podium with firm steps, and his figure was magnified by the huge projection screen onto the giant screen behind him.

At this time, the first applause sounded in the conference hall.

Applauding before the lecturer starts speaking is a form of courtesy and a welcome.

However, the applause led by Kael'thas Sunstrider was a grand support and welcome that couldn't be more grand. And Kael'thas didn't applaud while sitting on a chair, he stood up and applauded Duke proudly.

Immediately, the second round of applause rang out.

This was the applause of the little princess of Kul Tiras, Jaina Proudmoore. This noble-born magic apprentice had long been the dream lover of countless magic apprentices, but she seemed to be a little close to the prince of Lordaeron, Arthas, so the apprentices had to suppress their admiration in their hearts.

The third round of applause came almost at the same time as the second round of applause.

That was the applause of Miss Ilucia Barov, the object of pursuit of most young mages, who came from the ancient noble bloodline of the Arathor Empire. Although she stood not far behind Duke as an assistant, her real statement still caused a silent commotion.

It was not until this time that the people in the auditorium truly realized that the man standing on the podium was not only a true powerful wizard, but also a noble being who was deeply trusted and respected by the top leaders of various countries.

Without any hesitation, suddenly, thunderous applause, like the roar of mountains, tsunamis, lightning and thunder, exploded in the auditorium. The sound was so loud that it was enough to make people outside think that some kind of terrible experimental explosion had occurred here.

Duke held his hands in the air for a long time, and the applause gradually died down.

Duke cleared his throat, and his slightly magnetic voice spread to every corner of the venue.

"I'm glad that so many people came to listen to my lecture today. In the following time, I will tell you about the importance of Multicasting and the basic practice methods. I hope my lecture can help you in your study of magic."

"Magic is a mysterious realm! I think the first thing every lucky person who is qualified to step into this realm should do is not to restrict his or her thinking with the common sense of ordinary people. Thinking like 'Ah! This can't be done' or 'Oh, that's impossible!' is the most undesirable thought. So we must liberate our imagination."

"Here, let me demonstrate to you the benefits of Multicasting."

Duke then turned to Ilucia and said, "Ms. Barov, please use the lowest level 1 fireball spell with me while you have a magic shield. Please do not use any metamagic specialties, and try to keep the power of the fireball between 14 and 22 magic points."

Illusia nodded.

Magic points are the standard for measuring the damage caused by a spell. 14 magic points means that if a spell hits a creature without magic resistance, it will cause 14 base points of damage.

The next moment, when Ilucia indicated that she was ready, the two of them blasted each other under the surveillance of the magic scale.

"1.5 second cast time, same mana cost, 16 and 22 damage. That's what you know about killing your opponent with a bigger fireball, right?"

As Duke finished speaking, there was a burst of deliberately suppressed laughter from the audience.

"However, when using a level 10 Fireball spell, the casting time becomes 3.5 seconds. Normally, the one with the bigger fireball wins, right?"

"Yes!" an apprentice shouted.

"Okay, now I will split the mana required for the level 10 fireball spell, and then I will fight with Miss Barov continuously. Let's see the effect."

Ilucia continued to chant the spell, attacking Duke with a level 10 fireball every 3.5 seconds.

Duke used his two wizard hands, together with his own body, to cast a total of three level 5 fireballs, with each fireball taking 1.5 seconds to blast at Ilucia in succession.

Everyone was immediately surprised to see that, with the same amount of mana consumed, Illusia's magic shield was bombarded continuously and quickly showed signs of defeat. Although the continuous attacks were not strong, it was obvious that the magic attacks impacted her shield, which in turn affected her concentration and prolonged her chanting time.

At the beginning, Ilucia could barely complete two or three fireballs within 4 seconds. Later on, for most formal mages, shooting a fireball, which was as common as eating and drinking, actually took a full 6 seconds. Anyone could see that both the damage and accuracy were greatly reduced.

When Duke fired the twelfth fireball in a three-on-one situation and hit Ilucia's magic shield, the magic shield that should have lasted longer exploded. Looking at the fireball flying straight in front of him, Ilucia screamed.

Everyone thought that Duke's fireball was about to destroy the beautiful Miss Barov, and some apprentices even couldn't bear to see the beautiful Miss Barov disfigured.

At this moment, Duke snapped his fingers, and all the flying fireballs made an elegant circle in the air, turned 180 degrees and returned to Duke, hovering in the air.

Duke raised his hand and all the fireballs disappeared.

Duke's voice sounded again: "I didn't use other metamagic specialties to bully Miss Barov just now. This skill is actually similar to when you are besieged by three mages or magic apprentices of lower level than yourself, you are often overwhelmed by the enemy's continuous attacks. It's just that after mastering Multicasting, you can fight with more people."

"To give you a deeper impression, please watch the following clip."

What Duke played on the magic screen was the scene in Redridge Mountains where he used 108 wizard hands to pour arcane missiles on the orc army, using the simplest arcane missiles to form an exaggerated barrage.

The lowest level of magic causes the most spectacular killings. This groundbreaking true war documentary gives people the strongest spiritual impact.

The short two-minute clip fascinated more than 11,000 apprentices.

Not every apprentice with magical talent has the opportunity to become a formal wizard. In addition to those young faces, there are middle-aged magic craftsmen, white-haired humans in their seventies and eighties, and high elves who are not very talented but resolutely leave their own country to seek the truth of magic.

These people all have the same dream - the dream of magic to make themselves stronger.

All of a sudden, too many people were breathing rapidly.

A hand was raised, and Duke called his name: "Go ahead."

"Excuse me, does learning multicasting require a specific talent?!"

This is what everyone is concerned about.

"I can only say that people with talent will progress faster in learning the metamagic technique of 'Multicasting'. But I believe that everyone can learn this technique after rigorous self-training, and at least significantly improve their spellcasting ability."

Duke used a magic pen to write the four common language characters "multitasking" on the special magic board on the podium, and these words were clearly projected on the big screen.

"For multicasting, this is the most basic of the basics. If you have enough knowledge of biology, you will know that the brain of humans and elves is actually divided into two parts. The left and right sides of the brain can actually coordinate and make the body perform coordinated movements. In fact, the left and right sides of the brain can command our left and right hands to perform different movements and give different responses."

After that, Duke, with the help of the System AI, demonstrated it to everyone, while drawing a circle with his left hand and a square with his right hand.

Seeing a perfectly standard circle and a square being drawn at the same time, everyone thought it was very simple at first, but later everyone was shocked to find that it was not as easy as they had imagined.

Either both hands draw circles or both hands draw squares. The best case scenario is that both hands draw two weird patterns that are neither round nor square.

There is never a shortage of geniuses in this world, and soon someone succeeded in the experiment.

For example, Jaina could easily draw a circle and a square at the same time in the void with the arcane energy flowing from her fingers.

In addition to her, more than a dozen people have succeeded in the experiment, including not only formal wizards but also magic apprentices.

At this point, Duke paused.

"I'm glad that many students have succeeded. Due to time constraints, please practice on your own in this direction. I can give you a simple standard. The second stage is this..."

The shameless Duke put his right hand under his own control and handed his left hand to the System AI, then started both hands at the same time, with his left hand drawing more complicated polygonal patterns and his right hand drawing arcs of different radii.

"Phase 3."

At this time, he was drawing Dalaran-style architectural patterns with his left hand, and sketching directly at Ilucia with his right hand. Ilucia blushed.

"Finally, when you can achieve what I have, it will be perfect."

Duke wrote out the spell with both hands at the same time. It was the simplest spells of Fireball and Frost Arrow.

The two completely different sentences made the audience exclaim in amazement. Not only the apprentices, but also the formal mages had to admire Duke's extraordinary ability.

Prince Kael'thas, who also mastered Multicasting, also showed a thoughtful expression. To be honest, Kael'thas could also cast several fire spells at the same time, but it would undoubtedly weaken the power of his magic, and it would also be difficult to coordinate.

Duke's training method undoubtedly gave Kael'thas a lot of inspiration.

It is no exaggeration to say that Kael'thas was able to do this because of his natural talent. Now Duke has proposed a more systematic training method with clear goals.

Another apprentice raised his hand.

"Teacher Edmund, please tell me how I can fulfill my need to chant the spell. I only have one voice!"

The more innocent question was also the key to multiple casting. Those arrogant masters split several voices in their spiritual sea to complete this requirement.

Duke has a more convenient method.

"Of course, the essence of spellcasting is to use spells to mobilize the mana in the body together with the elemental world or the outside world. A skilled wizard can accomplish all this in his own spiritual world. But I have a simpler method, which is echo."

Duke snapped his fingers, and several walls made of arcane energy suddenly appeared in the void around him.

Duke said something casually, and immediately the echo echoed throughout the entire venue.

Echo!?

He actually thought of creating an echo as a necessary step to complete multiple casting?

Obviously, this is another epoch-making genius idea.

For a moment, the whole audience was in awe, and thunderous applause like thunder hitting the earth rang out again.

This time, the applause lasted for nearly a full minute. Duke held his hands in the air for a long time before the applause gradually died down.

Someone else asked a question.

"So, how do you create an echo when you cast a spell?"

Duke smiled mischievously: "Sorry, classmate, this is already a paid content. I haven't figured out the specific charging method yet, but it will be announced in two or three days."

Suddenly, there was another burst of laughter from below.

Duke then went on to say a lot more, for example, he used the theory of thermodynamics to explain the flow of the element of fire.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed.

Duke, as a time traveler and a university student majoring in engineering equipment, systematically explained to more than 10,000 people what fire is, its nature, and its characteristics.

For magic apprentices in the world of Azeroth, this is an almost new theoretical system that does not conflict with the magical knowledge they have learned before.

They were fascinated by what they heard.

Some formal mages wanted to find faults in Duke to refute him, but they couldn't find any faults at all.

Things like "heat will only flow from high temperature to low temperature, for example, the high temperature of fire can heat up cold water." After these simple and easy-to-understand things were systematically explained through professional thermodynamic theory, almost even magic apprentices realized that their Fireball Technique would definitely improve.

Don't underestimate Fireball. As the first damaging spell learned by most magic apprentices, the popularity of Fireball is 100%.

It is no exaggeration to say that the thermodynamics theory that Duke brought over has a significant effect on improving the magic level of the entire Dalaran.

Until the last grain of sand fell from the magic hourglass used for timing, and a pleasant buzzing sound came from the podium, Duke just said, "Today's class ends here. My lecture is over." He judged the time so accurately that he didn't seem like a young man at all, but a most experienced mentor.

For a moment, the whole audience was in an uproar.

"Lecturer Edmund! Don't stop so soon! Speak more! Speak more!"

"We want to listen more!"

"The lecturer is awesome!"

After a brief noise, everyone seemed to realize that Duke would not delay the class, and soon, thunderous applause rang out in the huge auditorium.

"Clap, clap, clap!" The applause was like an endless tsunami wave, lasting for a long time.

Except for the few unlucky guys who were injured and left the field early in the morning, every magic apprentice, every formal wizard who came to listen to the class, and of course Kael'thas, all stood up and gave Duke the most sincere applause.

After a brief pause in the applause, Kael'thas came onto the stage with a bright smile on his face.

"It's wonderful, Duke. Your lectures are beyond my imagination. I thought you were best at practical combat, but I didn't expect your theoretical knowledge to be so rich. I can't figure out whether you are a practical person or an academic person." Although Kael'thas wanted to ask whether these theories came from Medivh's Karazhan library, asking at this time would undoubtedly help Duke to start a fight. Kael'thas was simply happy for Duke.

Over there, Jaina had become a fan, and was asking Duke questions with great admiration.

"Brother Edmund, do you accept disciples? How about I become your disciple?"

Without too many schemes, Jaina is still a relatively innocent girl. Her watery blue eyes can easily make people feel sorry for her and agree without hesitation.

"Don't you admire Antonidas very much?" Duke blurted out.

"Hey, how did you know that?"

Duke then realized that he had let the cat out of the bag, but it was easy to fix the problem: "Who in Dalaran doesn't worship Master Antonidas?"

"Yeah, that's true. But the master is very busy. He said he was injured recently. Everyone knows that he is actually in the laboratory every day."

A flock of non-existent crows flew over Duke's head: Antonidas, can you pretend to be sick more professionally? Even a 12-year-old girl knows you are pretending.

Duke certainly had no interest in provoking Jaina. Putting aside her character that wavered between war and peace, Duke did not have the confidence to teach Jaina.

Duke is not a pure academic. He is only half-baked in the real magic theory of this world. Even if Duke is unhappy with the Jaina who killed his father in history, Jaina is still a relatively capable hero in the history of the League, and will be the core of too many major events in the future.

If you interfere with Jaina's growth, the future will become even more uncontrollable.

Duke declined graciously.

"I'm sorry, Princess Proudmoore. I'm actually very busy too. The main reason I came here this time is to visit Master Antonidas, and to help Stormwind Kingdom recruit some mages to rebuild the Stormwind Royal Mage Corps." At this time, there were quite a few people in front of the stage, and after hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

Duke did not hide his purpose. The world of wizards emphasizes equal exchange, and cheating and deceiving is inferior.

Duke smiled and turned to Ilucia: "My assistant, the next question about my accepting disciples is left to you. If you become my disciple or assistant, you will receive my guidance for free and the right to freely read the bottom three floors of the Karazhan Library. The price is to join the Storm Royal Family Mage Corps as my disciple and fight for the Alliance and the Stormwind Kingdom for three years."

Just as joining the Dalaran Mages can bring various benefits, Duke is also open and honest in recruiting people.

It is both a risk and an opportunity.

As soon as she heard about the obligation to join the war, Jaina knew she had no chance. Her father would not allow her, a minor, to get involved in the war. In fact, Daelin had already informed her that if Dalaran was in danger, a special group of mages would teleport or otherwise send her back to Kul Tiras in the shortest possible time.

"Alas!" Jaina sighed: "It seems that I can only wait until this war is over before I have the chance to visit Brother Edmund."

Duke smiled and said nothing.

As soon as the lecture was over, Duke was captured by Antonidas.

When they came to Antonidas' laboratory again, the old man with white hair and beard was not so kind to Duke.

"Hey, Duke, this is not a very kind thing to do. You will weaken Dalaran's war potential."

Duke shrugged. He knew, of course, that although Dalaran had always pursued a liberal policy and the nobles of other countries could arbitrarily hire all apprentices or formal mages who had not signed a contract to sell themselves, that was a peacetime.

Now is the interval between the war between the Alliance and the Horde. Dalaran certainly has its own considerations. Duke is so blatantly recruiting people, and there will be no problem on the surface. The only thing to worry about is that the Kirin Tor Council will turn around and make things difficult for the Alliance.

Duke bowed deeply and said, "For the future and war potential of Dalaran, I am willing to make copies numbering 1,000 of Karazhan's magic book and present them to the Dalaran Great Library."

Antonidas raised his long white eyebrows: "5,000 books, 100 mages, and 300 apprentices."

"2,000 books, 500 mages, and 1,000 apprentices."

"Why don't you just go and rob?!" The Kirin Tor Speaker blew his beard and glared.

"Wrong, it's better to go and rob them." Duke certainly knew the importance of those rare copies of magic books, so he didn't worry that Antonidas would not take the bait.

Knowledge is power!

"No! That's too many. At most 200 mages and 500 apprentices."

So these two big shots, so big that the ground would shake with every stomp of their feet in the alliance, started to talk nonsense in this laboratory where there were no outsiders, like old ladies buying vegetables in the market.