Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the entrance test of Nathalas Magic Academy, the first three cannon fodders were "sacrificially sacrificed".

Including Black, four warlocks were assigned to the basic class.

Go and learn the basic theory of elf magic with a group of ghost classmates who are generally over 10,000 years old.

But the entrance test is not over yet.

At the signal of the sharp-tongued and strict elf mentor Deliana, the fourth person to come up was the skinny boy Kanrisad.

This little warlock has seriously lacked confidence.

The captains whom he regarded as "models to learn from" all gave up on their own initiative. He also wanted to give up on his own initiative, but he saw Blake gesturing to him again.

Let him try it.

With the first three guys as cannon fodder, when it came to the thin boy, he took a deep breath and waved the Jordan Staff to make himself as elegant as possible and control his magic power more accurately.

He threw a shadow arrow that looked like a black coal ball at the dummy, and then, not daring to hold anything back, he glanced anxiously at the elf mentor next to him, waiting for a pungent and sarcastic comment.

It doesn't matter if you get scolded.

How can you be a pirate under Blake and not get scolded?

But unexpectedly, the poisonous upper elf mentor Deliana was surprisingly tolerant of the skinny boy.

She nodded and commented:

"The fact that you can control your magic power to this level at such a young age proves that you are very talented and can barely be called a genius. You also have many problems, probably because you were taught by a substandard instructor.

But it doesn't matter, I will teach you personally. "

Having said this, the cold-tongued upper elf glanced at the three warlocks who were as quiet as quails beside him, and said directly:

“You don’t have to go to a basic class either.

Those basic knowledge are prepared for these mediocre people, geniuses have genius learning methods! Ah, I think back then, I was also a famous spellcasting genius in Elrethalas City.

I was also received and mentored by Prince Torsedrin, and that experience will be useful to me throughout my life.

Next! "

Following her call, the last person to appear was Natalie, the ship's doctor.

The black-robed priest was very calm.

Different from the first four, she is from an orthodox background in the church. She was personally taught by Fao, and she also studied for many years in a Holy Light Holy Land like the North County Monastery. She has a very solid foundation in spellcasting.

Easily pass the level with a Holy Light spell and a Mind Blast.

“Well, light and shadow magic is a rare type among the empire’s spellcasters.

At present, few tutors in the academy are involved in this aspect. Perhaps we should write a letter of recommendation and arrange for you to go to the Sisters of Elune to study in the Moon Temple in Val'sharah. "

Deliana was very satisfied with Natalie's performance.

She said with regret:

"Unfortunately, the communication link between Narthalas College and the Sisters of Elune has been broken for more than 10,000 years. I don't know what happened to those Luna Priests and why they haven't replied to their letters.

But it doesn't matter. Before the Moon Priests reply, Dean Lanyue will personally teach you. She has traveled in the Moon Temple for hundreds of years and is also involved in light and shadow magic.

But you have to be prepared, Dean Lanyue is very strict. "

"Thank you, mentor."

Ms. Natalie politely responded with thanks and looked back at Blake.

The latter would be a surprise, but being able to establish a relationship with the dean as soon as he entered the academy was undoubtedly a surprise.

While following Tutor Deliana into the underground teaching place of Narsalas Academy, Black whispered a few words to Natalie, who nodded.

"Private communication is strictly prohibited when entering the teaching area!"

Elf Deliana was like all the head teachers, with eyes on the back of her head. She turned around and scolded her, and then raised her right hand at the end of the dark, damp, gravel-strewn underground passage.

He said to the "bad students" in the three basic classes in a stern tone:

"You guys go over there, Instructor Netir is conducting the 'Wand Heroism' course, don't miss your first class.

Remember, your learning progress will be summarized to me. If your learning efficiency cannot keep up with the progress of the college, I will have a serious talk with you. "

After sternly scolding the bad students, the instructor pointed to Natalie in a gentle tone and said to Natalie:

"That's Dean Blue Moon's office. Natalie can go find the Dean now to start your studies. As for you, Kanrisade, come with me. I will personally tutor you in advanced studies as a spell caster.

What are you three still doing here?

Do you want me to take you to the classroom?

Are you all children? "

Three bad students, you look at me and I look at you. This kind of differential treatment was a little hard for them to accept for a while. When he turned to go to the basic class classroom, Blake cursed in a low voice:

"It's too real to give good students a small chance and let the bad students learn on their own. I thought there would be any difference in the high elf school. After a long time of trouble, it's the same all over the world."

"These elves are so annoying."

The troll Zarak who was following Black felt that he was humiliated, and he whispered in a low voice:

"Captain, why don't we give up these scornful elf ghosts? After they die, their strength will be greatly weakened. As long as we don't offend the dean, we can."

"you are silly."

The orc Evil Eye also had a fierce attitude of refusing to admit defeat, but he still had some brains. Before the troll could finish speaking, he choked back:

"These elves and ghosts are protected by the power of the curse. Didn't you just see that the two ghosts who threw fireballs at each other were shattered and resurrected quickly?

The captain said that this curse has been shrouded in Azsuna for ten thousand years through the Tide Stone, and these ghosts are the 'undead' in the true sense.

However, Captain, Zalak has a point. "

Xie Yan moved his fingers. Although he was surprised by the elf's superb spell-casting skills just now, a warlock is a warlock and he has already begun to plan some dark things.

He walked in the dark, damp, winding tunnel. In the darkness, the sinister warlock suggested to the silent Black:

"The power of the curse is very powerful, and it is impossible to defeat it head-on. After all, we are not as good as a legendary figure like Queen Azshara, but we are not warlocks.

The master of playing with the soul.

We can absorb these ghosts into the soul stone, prevent them from being resurrected, torture them, and steal all their magic knowledge!

Besides, there are so many people waiting for us outside, do we really want to be 'good students' in this bullshit college until we graduate?

Those elves and ghosts have been studying for ten thousand years and haven't graduated yet. "

"You still want to graduate? You think so."

Blake put his hands behind his back and explained to his two vicious thugs as he walked towards the basic class classroom:

"Those elves didn't graduate. It wasn't because they couldn't cast spells, it was because they couldn't graduate at all. Azshara released a vicious curse on Azsuna, and these ghosts continued to cycle in the last day of their lives.

Didn't they live for ten thousand years.

They repeat one day for ten thousand years. You can't learn anything here because the instructors teach exactly the same content every day.

This is a locked infinite loop.

They won't recognize us after midnight today. "

These words made the orcs and trolls look at each other. If this is the case, then why do they come to this academy and pretend to be good students?

"Five days!"

Blake seemed to sense the doubts of the two henchmen. He gestured with his left hand and said:

“Within five days, we must steal the key to the treasure house from Dean Alya Blue Moon and obtain the fragments of the Tide Stone, and we must not die here.

Once you die, your soul becomes trapped in this place and becomes one of these ghosts.

But the other way around.”

The pirate sneered, clasped his fingers together, and said:

"The curse of Azuna is carried by the Tide Stone. As long as we take away the Tide Stone, the curse here will be broken. By then, the 'resurrection in place' tricked by these ghosts will also be broken.

At that time, they will become the new guardians of the Naqfar, and they will turn their magical power to serve me and the undead pirates!

Our power will increase dramatically!

To hell with the Kul Tiran fleet and the Tideseers, we will overwhelm them with countless fireballs! "

"Wonderful, Captain! What a great idea!"

The troll praised loudly, and the orc warlock also flattered him and said:

"As expected of the captain, you easily revealed the arrogant plan that we couldn't even imagine. Your evil wisdom makes me tremble!"

"Hahahaha, learn from it, you losers."

Blake also put his hands on his hips and let out a proud villain's laugh.

The three warlocks were hiding in this dark place, laughing wildly.

They looked like three sewer rats planning to steal something, as if their evil plan had been completed and the entire Nathalas Academy had been trampled under their feet.

Then

"Why are you three freshmen laughing there? Are you crazy? Come in quickly! The wand practice class is about to begin! Credits will be deducted for being late to class."

Severe scolding sounded from the brightly lit classroom in front, interrupting the laughter of the three dark guys like killing a chicken.

Under the glare of a silver-haired elf instructor with his hands on his hips, the Black trio walked into the classroom dejectedly amid the ridicule of the ghosts of the elf apprentices.

It was simply a social death scene.

"Everyone get out your wands."

A few minutes later, the wand teaching course began. The white-haired elf instructor held up the black crystal wand in his hand, and with an emotional voice, said to the students who were listening quietly in front of him:

"The wand, this is the weapon of the spellcaster.

Just like the sword in the hands of a swordsman and the war bow in the hands of a ranger, it is not only a medium for you to release magic, but also your last means of self-protection when you are isolated and helpless.

Every spellcaster must first master the combat methods of the wand before officially starting to learn magic.

Unlike obscure and complex magic, it only requires .

newborn!

What are you doing with your wand? Don't do weird things with your wand, asshole! "

"ah?"

The orc warlock, who was scratching his back with the novice wand issued by the academy, raised his head blankly and saw the white-haired elf mentor in front of him angrily waving the wand in his hand.

A restrained and sharp arcane arrow flew out from the tip of her wand, hitting the evil eye right in front of her, and was blocked by the magic armor spell that the warlock always had.

The classroom suddenly became quiet for a moment.

The anger in the eyes of Instructor Netir, who was scolding the evil eye, immediately accumulated. Blake and Zalak beside the orcs immediately moved outside to avoid being accidentally injured.

"No, mentor! I know I was wrong!"

Evil Eye yelled, but it was too late.

The next moment, the magic wand in the hand of the female elf mentor seemed to be waved out. She waved it at least ten times in one second, and ten arcane arrows were fired at her like a machine gun.

The orc screamed and fell to the ground holding his body, rolling left and right.

He pretended.

After all, he was a high-level warlock, how could he be so embarrassed by the weak magic summoned by the wand.

But Evil Eye is a veteran who has been hanging out in the Shadow Council. He knows how to put on a pitiful show to calm down the angry.

After all, things like magic wands are just the most basic means of attack for spellcasters.

There is no need to calculate the mana model when waving it, nor does it need to induce magic power. Every time it is swung, the wand made with special techniques will automatically gather the magic power and turn it into small fireballs, arcane arrows or hailstones and throw them out.

Only magic apprentices and spellcasters who have exhausted their magic power will use weak wands as a means of attack.

"Stop howling and get up."

The female mentor Nidir obviously also discovered the evil eye's little trick. She snorted and continued to say to the others:

“The wand is sacred, it represents a means to replace begging for mercy and humiliation, and to gain dignity and hope for you when you are at your weakest.

You beginners have to keep this in mind.

Don't do weird things with your wands.

Especially female students!

Every wave of the wand concentrates magic, and I've dealt with many embarrassing situations where the wand has been used carelessly and resulted in physical trauma.

Although I emphasize this point every time a new student is admitted, the same tragedy happens with every class.

When using a wand, please restrain some of your eccentric desires

What are you three freshmen laughing at!

He also smiled so obscenely, completely inconsistent with the deportment standards of a student at Nathalas College.

Come up!

It's up to you and me to teach wand combat.

Remove the magic shield and let me teach you three bastards a lesson for disrupting classroom discipline and refusing to change your ways. "