The day when we will surpass Merry Winterwind is just around the corner.

It's more than ten days of sleepless sleepless, meditating when he's tired and sleepy, eating in the room when he's thirsty and hungry, sitting in front of the fireplace and communicating with the flame to promote feelings when he's in good spirits, Sean is unkempt and doesn't care how dirty his body is, his only goal is to improve himself as soon as possible and cast the first real fireball technique as soon as possible.

Time is like water, and the river flows endlessly.

More than ten days passed in a flash.

In the past ten days, Merry Winterwind has made rapid progress.

He has a super affinity with the water element, so he doesn't need to worry about the problem of not having enough elements at all. He was only one step away from the target of the ice arrow, but this step was not easy.

For the use of spiritual power, the understanding of the fire element, he is far from enough.

Therefore, he needs to communicate with the fire element, he needs to use and hone his spiritual power as much as possible, and he needs to meditate consistently until his spirit reaches 10 points.

Of course, Azeroth doesn't have a way to quantify mental power, it's just a reference to Sean's attribute panel.

According to the quantification of the Space Fortress, only when the mental power is increased to 10 points, can you have the ability to cast real first-order spells such as ice arrows and fireballs, and only then can you have the qualification of advanced official mage.

There is no doubt about the quantitative power of the space fortress.

Merry Winterwind's spiritual power has reached 9 points, and he is only 1 point away from the goal. With his superior elemental affinity, as long as his spirit is raised to 10 points, then casting the Ice Arrow will be a matter of course.

Sean faced a great challenge.

But he was confident.

On his 27th day at Fort Riptide, Sean was finally able to summon a basketball-sized flame, and then condense the flame energy into a fist-sized fireball.

A fireball with a powerful blasting power.

In the central square of Riptide Castle, the elven female mage stood with a staff in her hand.

On the side, Merry Winterwind, a small wealth fan, was also a little nervous, he didn't have the pressure to compete for the first place, he only had blessings and hopes for whether Sean could use the fireball technique. What he really cares about - it's money!

Sean stood in the center of the square, ten meters away in front of him, was a humanoid straw target, commonly known as a scarecrow.

Sean stretched out his left hand, and the fire element condensed in his palm.

After 10 seconds, the fire elemental condenses into a round ball the size of a basketball.

Sean closed his eyes slightly, and used his spiritual power to mobilize the arcane energy that was free in the space, compressing, compressing, and compressing the fire element in his palm.

After another 10 seconds, the fire elemental was finally compressed into a fist-sized fireball.

"Launch!"

“BIU！”

The fireball squirmed towards the scarecrow, right in the chest.

"Boom!"

With a loud popping sound, the entire scarecrow exploded, all limbs were broken, and the rest of the body burst into flames.

It worked!

Sean let out a sigh of relief and turned to face the elven mage, smiling brightly.

Yes, he succeeded, and he successfully performed the fireball technique.

It was at this moment that he successfully advanced to become an official mage.

In the Spatial Fortress's stats screen, his main class has changed.

"Main Class: Beginner Mage (Level 1)."

"Mastered spells: Summoning Water (Tier 0), Summoning Fire (Tier 0), Fireball (Tier 1)."

Sean's face bloomed.

Seven seconds later, Merry Winterwind screamed.

"Sean! You succeeded, you really succeeded! You've become an official mage! The first official mage in the history of mankind! ”

The elven mage woke up from her shock.

Yes, Sean succeeded and became an official mage.

This is the first official mage in the history of mankind, and their hard work has not been in vain.

Anastarian, the king of Quel'Thalas, made the right decision, and the magical talent of humans is indeed beyond the imagination of the elves. And their spirit of hard work, unremitting willpower, and rich creativity are incomparable to the elves.

In less than a month, Sean became an official mage. Merry doesn't seem to be far away. In addition to this, there are dozens or hundreds of humans, and there has also been great progress.

Perhaps within a year, dozens or hundreds of full-fledged mages will emerge from the human race. By that time, it will be a formidable force, a force strong enough to influence the tide of battle.

Although they are still weak, they will improve. At the rate at which they progressed, it would not take them a few years to advance to mid-level mages and then high-level mages......

The battle between Quel'Salas and Amani trolls lasted so long, how could they not wait a few years?

From Sean's body, the elven mage saw the hope of victory.

She wanted to exclaim, she wanted to scream, she wanted to cheer.

But she didn't.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and the elven female mage wept with joy.

He looked at Sean and Merry, who were hugging and laughing, and a smile bloomed in his heart.

She was going to tell Soladin the Great all this, to Anastarian, to all the humans and elves.

She's going to have a big celebration for Sean, and both humans and elves need it, and they need it to be encouraged.

Coincidentally, Sean turned out to be a half-elf, a descendant of elves and humans.

Isn't he a godsend between the elves and the humans?

The celebration took place the next day.

In the King's Palace, Soladin the Great sits on his throne and the elven mage stands on the side.

Dozens of nobles and knights of Araso, standing at the bottom, everyone waiting.

The four elven mages stood opposite, their faces showing anticipation.

Hundreds of humans studying magic gathered outside the palace, led by Merry Winterwind, who was describing Sean's fireball spell to the others.

Everyone is waiting.

Sean finally appeared.

Despite the urgency of time, in just one day, the royal tailor rushed to produce a magnificent mage robe, cut from precious materials, outlined with gold and silver traces, enchanted by the elven mage herself, and the blue light showed its quality.

Blue Elite Equipment, Green Intermediate Enchantment.

The value of this mage robe is very high.

Sean was holding a staff.

It was a staff collected by the elven female mage, although it was not as good as the one she was holding, it only had the excellent quality of green, but its value was not under the mage's robe at all. The quality of the enchantment is also Green Intermediate.

Man depends on clothing.

Sean's outfit immediately dressed up as a noble mage.

At this moment, the eyes of everyone in the entire palace were focused on him.

Sean came to the center of the palace and performed a mage salute in front of Emperor Soladin and the elven mage.

The elven mage smiled, and the Soladin the Great smiled.

"In the name of Arathus, give Sean the title of 'Saint of the Arcane'. Sean, you will be a role model for all mankind, the pride of Alatho! ”

The elven mage stepped forward, grabbed Sean's left hand, and placed a ring that emitted a blue glow on his finger.

"In the name of Soladin, I grant you the 'Gold Medal of Araso'. In the name of Serena Morning Dew, enchant the ring. ”