In the third box, in the official mage team who was listening to the referee reading the precautions for the game, Padridge smiled and said to Angma:

"Master Angma, I still clearly remember the ranking of your student on the Surama City Excellent Apprenticeship List - Oh, since the Queen had carried out the reform of the education system thirty years ago, we have begun to use this method to evaluate the talent level of a student, apprentice and even wizard, and register outstanding people in the list so that major mage organizations can select and focus on training. The roster evaluates Alisand as follows: "Excellent talent, diligent attitude, deserves a certain degree of emphasis on training. It meets the talent training requirements of the Surama City Magister Group. It is recommended to give special recruits after graduation and complete the apprenticeship career under the guidance of a certain mage..."

As he said that, Padridge picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Although Angma only heard half of it, he was also secretly admiring.

It has to be admitted that even Quel'thalas, whose magic civilization has been developed for nearly seven thousand years, has been extremely brilliant in the future, in terms of the rationality of the education system and the level of education, as well as the "property and inferiority of employment" of the related talents after graduation, is far inferior to the ancient Cadore Empire ten thousand years ago - at least in the era in Angma.

The former classmates at Faserlin College in Angmar either earned their qualifications under the name of a magician or worked chores at an official magic research institution. In the past, they might have had a day to make a name for themselves, but before the war, the high elf society entered a disgusting stage - they valued qualifications and origins extremely.

Those mages who came from the civilian class like Angma may have wasted hundreds of years and could not be "attention". However, those mages with superior family backgrounds and nobles may be able to take up important positions soon after just over a decade of "gilding".

When Angma thinks of this history, he has no helplessness in his heart.

As King Anastalian entered his twilight years, his eyes were no longer as sharp as an eagle and his ears were no longer as sharp as a dragon eagle, and the nobles of Quelthalas began to become more and more corrupt.

Those real nobles will only be regarded as aliens by most "nobles". They are either helplessly assimilated by the majority to continue to exist in this class, or to stick to their beliefs and watch their families be excluded by the mainstream group and gradually decline.

Power-money transactions are filled with this powerful race that once once shined with Azeroth.

Without special opportunities, civilians almost have no way to make a comeback. Even the group of magicians who have been pushing forward the kingdom have become a arena for some nobles to compete for interests...

Looking at the rise of the human kingdom in the south and the victory of the Troll War, the modern history of high elves that lasted for 2,800 years is actually a history of continuous decline.

He is arrogant, arrogant, and has a high opinion of himself, and is in a close relationship with the country...

This is a curse that no race or country cannot escape. When it develops to a certain stage, these negative things will always follow.

Fortunately, the blood elf has improved now.

But this change was forced to change after a war of destruction of the country and the family. The only thing that is thankful is that the current leader of the Blood Elf is an extremely wise leader.

Angma sighed deeply, clearing out all the longing for Prince Kelthas, adoptive fathers Anthron, Lea, and Lannathal in his mind, and preparing to listen to Padridge say the next thing.

Damn, why did you return to ancient times at this time? Angma discovered that no matter how hard he tried, similar thoughts would not be gone, and instead he became more worried about the fate of the eastern continent and the northern part of the eastern continent.

After Illidan casts a spell to bombard the Ice Crown Glacier, Sylvanas will definitely integrate Lordaeron's free undead, so that the power of the Forgotten Ones appears like official history. Angma knows that the Forgotten Ones who occupy Lordaeron's land are natural enemies, not to mention ones are the undead and the other is the living?

The Northern Expedition is imminent, and Angma must unite all the forces that can be united. And the Forgotten is precisely the force that needs to be guided the most - not to guide them in the Northern Expedition, because Sylvanas and the free undead will naturally vent their revenge rage to Artsas and the Lich King.

Instead, it guides the forgotten, guides Lordaeron immigrants and allied forces, and does not consume their vitality in the face of each other's hostility, so that their relatives will suffer and their enemies will be happy, and in disguise, it will bring a breathing opportunity to the Scourge Legion, which suddenly suffered a disaster. At the same time, this internal friction is also what the ancient gods, who are eager to reap the benefits of the fisherman, and their minions, Twilight Hammers...

but……

But at such a critical moment, Angma was gone, and an Onyxia came out.

Angma has thought about it more than once, and the more she thinks it will come true.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of joining the coalition forces of various clans in the Kingdom of Storm, the Countess Katrana, who has great voice in the Kingdom of Storm, will surely incite hatred between humans and the undead, and a war will arise between the coalition forces of various clans and the Forgotten.

She inherited the character of her crazy father, Deathwing, and Angma knew she would do it.

"Master Angma, what's wrong?" Padridge heard Angma sigh, put down his wine glass and asked.

Angma raised her eyebrows, "Nothing, she's just a little homesick. Please continue to say, what exactly is Elisand's ranking?"

Although he was as curious as the other two big men in the box, Padridge still resisted the desire to inquire and continued:

"Well... Alisand's attention ranks 11th among all students, and 173rd among the comprehensive rankings of students and apprentices. You should know that 'good talent' is just the minimum entry standard for the focus training roster, and this ranking is also quite low. This means that no less than ten mentors with rich experience determine that Alisand is just the worst talent among these good seedlings. Of course, it is not ruled out that they are misleading, but I think this is enough to prove your extraordinaryness. It took you only seven or eight days to turn this child from a low-ranking girl to a genius who can defeat all students and apprentices and compete with formal mages!"

Angma smiled unquestionably and thought to himself that they must have misunderstood. There was no me in the official history, but Alisand still became the extremely powerful magician in Surama City.

Wells echoed a few words, but he knew that although Padridge was a senior member of the Sulama City Masters' Governing Council, he was never responsible for the field of education and was obsessed with the research of enhanced magic. How could he read the list of excellent apprentices and keep all the information of Alisand, who was simply intimate?

This old fox must have been deliberately checking the registration information about Alisand in recent days to get closer to Master Angma.

After all, having a good time with a magic master is of many benefits.

On the other hand, Ferguson kept silent because he had discovered a fact that made him helpless - Angma's height was far beyond his imagination. Now he has not only won the attention of big names like Wells and Padridge, but has even been invited by Prince Farrodis to visit his private residence...

Ferguson felt increasingly that his advantages were no longer obvious.

"Well, have you finished drawing?"

Padridge suddenly said, directing everyone's attention to the game venue.

I saw a man who looked like a tournament management, standing on the high platform in the center of the venue, holding several wooden signs engraved with the names of the contestants, and reading loudly to the audience:

"The last defending champion who was recommended to study..."

Under the amplification of magic, his passionate voice spread throughout the venue. He deliberately paused, looked around for a week, looking forward to the cheers that will come.

Sure enough, the audience shouted the same name in unison.

"Scott!"

"Scott!"

"That's right, it's him, from the Surama City Higher Magic Academy--" The tournament administrator reached out to a young mage among the contestants in the audience, "Scott! This genius mage with three championships in five years will face his old opponent, the winner of the two-time champion, the pride of Surama City: Horn!"

The two of them lined up and bowed to the audience. The handsome and handsome Scott obviously enjoyed the audience's cheers very much. He bowed three times in different directions and refused to return to the team of participants for a long time. Horn, who was focused on cultivating the magician group of Surama City, should be more quiet and restrained, and after greeting politely, he retreated.

People shouted their names, and it seemed that these two people had already conquered the people of Surama City with their performance over the years and left a deep impression on them. After all, in the grand event in the past five years, the two of them were the champions and runners-ups every time in the event - in order to enter the loser's group in the knockout system and win the first place in the loser's group, they will have a final showdown with Scott, who will surely win the winner's group. Horn even deliberately let the water go in the first game and strategically escape into the loser's group.

This has been the case every year for five years, so Horn has also won the nickname - the loser group killer.

But Padridge in the third box couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, why did they meet at the beginning? Both of them are popular to win the championship."

"Does Master Padridge think Horn will lose to Scott?" Wells chuckled. Scott was one of his most valued juniors. It is precisely because of this that his Royal Mage Organization trained this young mage from an ordinary noble family at all costs.

"Of course not. I just feel sorry for the audience below, because once the finale is advanced, there is no value. But I think Horn will beat Scott, and maybe this year's hot topics will be different from the past." Padridge smiled.

"Oh? Then let's wait and see. Your blue dragon scale and Master Angma's crystal will definitely be taken into my pocket in the end." Wells said confidently.

...

"The second exciting game will be a candidate from the Black Raven Fort, the Moon Guards, who is famous for the Empire, Mooning! Against this mysterious wandering mage from the south of the Empire, the only female among the contestants, Orurir!"

The audience cheered a little less, because they didn't know the moon guard candidate who was bowing to the audience, behaved respectfully, and wearing the Black Crow Castle badge, and the tall, beautiful and very arrogant female mage.

The Moon Guard candidate... This is the mage organization that Illidan once worked for. They are loyal to Lord Ravenkes, the lord of the Black Rook Fort. Their strength is beyond doubt. Angma thought.

Only the arrogant female mage in the field made Angma unable to see the details.

Orurir...Why do I seem to have heard of this name?

"The third game was recommended by Prince Tosedlin. Sarod from Herresalas is against us, a young man who has won consecutive games. After today, we will definitely become the unbeaten girl who will become the tomorrow's new star in Surama City - Alisand!"

The cheers of the people once again came straight into the sky.

"This is the six contestants in this competition, three games... In this knockout system, one of the three first round winners will be bye, and the winners of the other two will compete for the first ticket to the final! The same is true for the loser group. The second ticket to the final will fall into the hands of the winners of the loser group... Who can win the championship and become the final winner? Let's wait and see! In addition, don't forget to bet on the two lucky ones who are lucky enough to qualify for bye. We will take the whole process of the game..."

The tournament manager raved endlessly.

In the box, Padridge looked at Angma with some regret, "It's very rare that the child can get to this point, Master Angma..."

"What, Master Padridge believes that Alisand will lose to his opponent?" Angma asked.

At this moment, the maid teleported into the private room and put the golden crystal in her arms that was originally used to display to the bettors in the other private rooms back into the tray on the table.

"Sarod is second only to Scott and Horn's favorites." Padridge curled his lips and looked at the golden crystal on the table. "Master Angma, are you... still betting? No, it doesn't matter with the seven boxes, it's only between the two of us, only this game. If you continue to use this crystal as a bet, I can..."

"Use my most proud work in this period as a bet." As he said that, Padridge took out a pair of gloves that made Wells and Ferguson's eyes shine. The enchantress's other hand never left the one in his arms from beginning to end. It seemed that the crystal Angmar gave him was so eager to get one more piece.

"Of course, why not."

Angma felt the special magic fluctuations coming from his gloves, and thought that the ancient enchantment master would be a masterpiece when he took action, so he would not be idle. Then he took out a crystal from his arms.

Padridge laughed and rubbed his hands.

"Then...the first game begins!"

The powerful voice of the tournament managers came into the private room from afar.
Chapter completed!