Angmar didn't know the upper elf mage in the box, but the three Fergusons did.

This mage is one of the personal followers of Prince Farodis.

Ferguson did not dare to neglect, and said sorry to Angmar, stood up, walked to the upper elf mage, and explained in a low voice.

The upper elf mage looked at Angmar, who had his back turned to him, with even more shock. He said something to Ferguson, and then the two of them teleported away together.

"She's doing really well."

Padrich leaned his upper body slightly towards Angmar and spoke softly.

He has been paying attention to Elisande, because now it is only the graduation examination time for students from the Basic Magic Academy and apprentices from the Intermediate Magic Academy. Those official mages have not yet appeared, and the main event has not yet begun.

Angmar stared at Elisande intently, heard the voice, and nodded noncommittally.

…

The venue is divided into eight independent areas, all protected by a transparent magic barrier to prevent spells from harming people in the audience.

Students account for five of them, and apprentices account for three. Under the leadership of their respective teachers and mentors, they demonstrate the spells learned during this period in order to pass the graduation examination.

The examination situation of students at the Basic Magic Academy can be described as appalling.

There are many "repeaters" who have been studying for several years and have taken final exams every year, but failed time and time again. They only have to follow the teacher's orders to cast the most basic spell of the evocation system, the fireball, and use the magic of the defense system.

Even if the barrier can withstand a very low-intensity spell attack, it will pass, but even so, many people can't do it well.

Especially those civilian students who were simply dressed and of different ages. There was even one student who was obviously middle-aged.

Either they couldn't weave decent spells, or they couldn't control the magic power in their bodies well, causing the spells to fall into imbalance at the initial stage. If experienced teachers didn't intervene in a timely manner, they would most likely cause an explosion and injure themselves.

But those young noble students performed much better. Weaving fireballs and casting defensive barriers were effortless.

This is related to their origins. The aristocratic students come from well-off families and have received magic-related education since childhood. Most of them have good spell-casting abilities before entering school.

Those civilian students are not so lucky. Even though the night elves are blessed by the Well of Eternity and are born with extraordinary affinity for magic, they have missed the best age to learn magic, and their ability to accept magic is far inferior to that of young girls from noble families.

them.

Moreover, most of the students at the Basic Magic Academy are civilians, with only a few aristocratic students.

Because aristocratic families with real financial resources and background have already trained their offspring very well. These students have already completed the entrance examination for secondary magic students through various methods, and naturally they no longer need to take the basic graduation exam.

Little Elisander was the most eye-catching among the students, and the exam location was in the farthest corner. She weaved three flames at once, and attacked them from different angles. Standing calmly on the opposite side, she tried to use a casual

The teacher summoned a magical barrier to resist the attack.

After a loud noise, when the flames were extinguished and the smoke cleared, a deep pit appeared where the teacher was. The unconscious teacher was lying at the bottom of the pit, with his face covered in black dirt and even his hair.

All were burned.

Elisande's outstanding performance aroused cheers from the concerned people. More and more spectators originally only watched the apprentices but did not pay attention to those in the student area, those eating snacks, drinking juice, chatting with each other, and even those in the aristocratic area.

The uninterested upper elf spectators were also attracted by the sudden cheers. They looked at Elisande and whispered to each other, asking the people around them what happened.

"Choose her, choose her!" I don't know who started it, but the audience gradually began to chant uniformly towards the noble area and the seven boxes above the east side of the venue, getting more and more uniform and louder...

Angmar listened for a while before recognizing that the ancient night elf words repeated by the audience were a combination of "choose" and "she".

It seems that people are very concerned about which of the major mage organizations that are paying close attention to the venue like them will choose an outstanding performer as their next key training target.

"Choose her, choose her!..."

Angmar indeed thinks that Elisande's performance is very amazing, but to be fair, even if the age bonus and the bonus points for students' super-level spellcasting are included, the ancient night elves should not regard arcane magic as ordinary food and drink.

It triggered such a reaction from the audience.

After all, under the influence of the magic power of the well water, each of them can use some small tricks more or less. For example, summoning a small flame at the fingertips to light the tobacco in the pipe.

When Elisande stepped forward to check on the teacher's injury, Angmar was quite amused. On the one hand, he felt the extraordinary charm of arcane magic for the night elf civilians. On the other hand, he also noticed from the enthusiastic cheers of the people that

The ancient Kaldorei Empire was very clever in promoting arcane magic.

At the warm-up stage, the audience's response was so enthusiastic. When it comes to the most exciting stage showdown, how high will the audience's emotions be?

At the same time, Angmar also knew that many important people in the seven boxes must have noticed Elisande's performance.

Weaving three fireball spells instantly, and with such high spell intensity, even elite-level official mages may not be able to do it.

"It's true that a famous teacher makes a good disciple. It's hard to imagine that Master Angmar has only taught her for seven or eight days. I couldn't do the same thing at her age." Wells sighed with emotion.

Padridge smiled and added:

"This is already a very high praise. You must know that our Lord Mage was a participant in the 11th Spell Showdown 115 years ago. At that time, he effortlessly defeated the most powerful person in the world.

The talented mage who made the people of Suramar City proud, won the crown in one fell swoop and won the appreciation of Her Majesty the Queen who came to watch the competition."

It turned out that the chief mage still had such a past. Angmar glanced at Wells with interest. The latter said to Padridge one after another:

"Stop making fun of me. Compared with Master Angmar, my meager achievements are nothing."

"But indeed, as far as I know, although this child's talent is good, it only took seven or eight days to teach her to be like this... I must say, Master Angmar, you really opened my eyes.

.”

Padrich put away his smile and sighed. He didn't mean to flatter him, but he was really surprised. It only took such a short time to teach an academy-level child to be like this. No one can do it.

Yes, not even the professors at Nathalas College can do it.

At this time, the fluctuation of teleportation magic came again, and it turned out that Ferguson had returned with the upper elf mage.

The upper elf mage walked respectfully to Angmar and saluted:

"Master Angmar, please forgive me for my previous rudeness. After the event, Prince Faroldis would like to invite you to sit in his mansion."

Angmar said "hmm" and said, "Okay, please thank the prince for the invitation on my behalf. I will accept the invitation and go."

The upper elf mage bowed again and left the box.

The assessment at the venue was still continuing. A priestess led several doctors to carry the unfortunate teacher away. After receiving applause from the audience, little Elisande, who was worried about the teacher's injury, couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed and lowered her head shyly.

, twisting his fingers.

Another tall and beautiful teacher entered the room quickly, looked at little Elisande in disbelief, and said some precautions. The two distanced themselves and began the next assessment.

"Going to go!"

The beautiful teacher reminded Elisande loudly so that she could be prepared, and then weaved a fireball technique and struck quickly. At the same time, several teachers on the sidelines were also ready to save little Elisande at any time in case of an accident.

Moral preparation.

For some reason, Angmar couldn't help but raise his heart to his throat. He subconsciously stood up, held on to the railing at the edge of the box, and leaned forward. It was as if by closing this distance, he would be able to stop him when an accident happened.

As if helping Elisande immediately.

result……

Under the spotlight, little Elisander stretched out a hand and shook it gently...

The fireball that had just flown halfway was actually crushed by the volley...

Crushed...

exploded……

The beautiful teacher in charge of the exam stood stunned on the spot.

Angmar was stunned.

Padridge, Wells and Ferguson were also shocked.

Not only them, but all the members of the mage organization in the seven boxes who were eager to select talents, as well as the nearly 100,000 spectators in the venue, were all startled and looked at each other. There was silence for a while, and the venue fell into a deathly silence.

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Thanks to Phantom Canghen for the tip~

In order to make up for the single updates on November 6th and yesterday the 11th, there will be more updates today_(:з　∠)_

PS: I really didn’t take advantage of yesterday to go shopping and fill in the shopping cart before twelve o’clock, thus wasting precious coding time and missing a chapter. I’m not, I didn’t
Chapter completed!