Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Oh my, my beauty means I can do whatever I want. Not only the male blue dragon is fascinated, but even the females find my elementary school girl's charm unparalleled. It is indeed a male-female killing!

I just don’t know if they can use magic to conjure a child.

Speaking of which, the dragon doesn't seem to attach much importance to this aspect. Isn't there some evil gossip that Sephiel's good friend Chromie is a male dragon?

I don’t know if there is any hey between Sephiel and Chromie. "

With some dark thoughts, after seeing off the cheering little stars, Blake whistled and walked up and down the mage tower.

He took some magic materials with him, and when he was about to leave the mage tower, he suddenly heard several sounds coming from the library.

The pirate's ears twitched, an interesting expression appeared on his face, and he quietly disappeared into the shadows.

In the library of the mage tower, two little dwarfs were hugging each other, huddled in the shadow of the bookshelf. It was obvious that they were frightened.

"What should we do? Wendell, the mages have all left, but they have forgotten us here."

Jesse Sparks held her husband's arm tightly, looked around with a little fear, and whispered:

"We should have run away just now, it's all your fault!"

"We just ran out to feed the demons. It was right for us to hide here."

The white-bearded dwarf Wendell Sparks also had sweat on his face at this moment. He wore his own purple pointed hat and held a black wand in his hand. He waved it gracefully and looked around vigilantly.

He said to his wife:

"Don't be afraid, Jesse, we can find a way out, and I will protect you. Our Jindi is still waiting for us to go back. We can't give up."

"Um"

The female dwarf hugged her husband's hand tighter.

Although she wears a mage robe, what she is best at is baking magic. To put it simply, making magic snacks. She is more like a magic chef than a mage.

Although Mrs. Sparkle's magical snacks are well-known in Dalaran.

But no matter how delicious the snacks are, they can't help right now.

"We just need to sneak out without alerting those terrible warlocks. I learned some stealth skills in Gnomeregan when I was a child. Jesse, come with me."

Wendell Sparks was also scared, but as a man, he had to give his wife confidence at this time.

He wiped his sweat, stood up on tiptoes, and led his wife step by step outside the library. When the warlocks came to attack the camp, he and his wife happened to be copying books here, and they escaped. .

But this time, he needs to use his "skills" to escape from here.

The two little dwarfs held hands and walked quietly past the dozen bookshelves in the library. They moved little by little to the entrance of the mage tower.

Just when they were about to take a deep breath and "sneak" away again, two hands, one on the left and one on the right, pressed on the shoulders of the two of them. The arms pressed down hard, as if they were suppressing the two people who were trying to escape. little mouse".

"Well, are you dancing? Little dwarf? This dance is not very good. Did you learn the stealth technique from a certain dwarf warrior?"

Blake's eerie voice rang in the ears of the Sparks and his wife, scaring Mrs. Sparks into screaming, rolling her eyes and fainting on the spot. Well, she should be considered a normal dwarf.

If you are braver than a rabbit, your courage will be limited.

"You! Evil Warlock! Stay away from my wife!"

But Mr. Wendell seemed more courageous.

He waved his wand in a very intimidating manner. There was a yellow warm stream of light wrapped around the wand, coupled with the dwarf's scolding, as if he was about to release a terrible magic.

"I'm warning you, I'm a high-level spellcaster in Dalaran!"

Wendell Sparks yelled:

"I will use my wand to unleash a wand of destruction"

"Lamp lighting?"

The pirate stood up, tilted his head, and looked at the white-bearded dwarf mage in front of him who was protecting his wife.

He crossed his arms and said with interest:

"Wendell Sparks, a low-level mage in Dalaran, has no magical talent. His greatest achievement in his life is to master the "Lamplighting Technique" to perfection.

The six-person council of Dalaran thinks your magic tricks are very interesting, and gives you permission to use your magical lighting skills to light up every street lamp in the Magic City every night in Dalaran.

It is precisely because of this 'special job' that you can get a low-level mage title in Dalaran.

I'm curious, if you don't light up the street lights in Dalaran, why are you coming to Northrend? Oh, by the way, you and your wife have a little daughter named Kindy Sparks.

She is different from you two.

She is a very talented little mage, and the tuition to study in Dalaran is very expensive. "

Blake took out a few gems from his bag, tossed them up and down in the palm of his hand, and said to the white-bearded dwarf shaking in front of him:

"You need money, right? Mr. Wendell."

The dwarf was scared.

The pirate had revealed all his secrets, and there were several salivating hellhounds around him who were summoned by Black. Those low-level demons were not difficult for formal mages to deal with.

But for Wendell Sparks, any hellhound could easily chew off his head.

"I need money."

The old dwarf didn't know where the courage came from. He waved his wand with all his strength and threw out his best magic trick in the most elegant manner.

As the ball of light swayed towards the pirates at high speed, he shouted in a trembling voice:

"But not for your money! Villain!"

"puff"

Mr. Sparks casts the spell with graceful posture and perfect movements, but unfortunately, the lighting technique is just the lighting technique. No matter how superb it is, it is just the lowest magic trick.

The flying ball of light was caught by the pirate with his hand, and with a pinch, it dissipated under the impact of the shadow magic.

The old dwarf also sat down next to his wife in despair. He opened his arms and roared at the hell hound beside him, trying to protect his family.

"You really don't know how to appreciate it! Dwarf, in your small stature, there is a soul more ferocious than a tiger and not even afraid of demons. You are no longer an ordinary dwarf.

Looks like I have to hit hard. "

The pirate Jie Jie sneered.

He took out a scroll from the magic bag, took out a blood-red quill, and wrote magic lines on it. It seemed that he was going to release a terrible magic to destroy the dwarf's soul.

Maybe it was a sinister curse that made the rest of his life worse than death.

Old Wendell closed his eyes in despair. He hugged his wife and thought in his heart:

My Jindi, your mother and I are going to die in this place far away from you. I'm sorry that we can't bring back to you the books we copied for you.

But don’t grieve for us.

Your mother and I died in the battle with the evil warlock as mages. You can be proud of us.

"Hey, are you done with your inner drama? Do you want me to give you some more time to recall your long life?"

Black's joking voice sounded in front of Wendell's eyes. The dwarf who closed his eyes quietly opened his eyes and saw the pirate throwing out something like an invitation.

There is a passage written on it in beautiful Salas:

Dear Miss Kindy Sparks:

Through the recommendation and inspection of your recommender [Blake Shaw], we are pleased to inform you that you have been approved to study at Nasarath School.

Attached is a list of materials required for admission.

The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1, the seventh year of the Dark Portal. We will be waiting for your reply from your arcane element before July 31.

From the Principal of Narthalas College: Elya Blue Moon (Royal Senior Magic Advisor to the Elf Empire, Chief of the Queen’s Honorary Magic Guard, and Senior Grand Arcanist of the Palace Wizards)

"this!"

Wendell Sparks, the old dwarf, was in a rollercoaster of moods.

He has seen Dean Lan Yue's knowledge and demeanor with his own eyes, and he is absolutely willing to let his daughter attend the mysterious and powerful Nathalas Academy.

"Don't rush to thank me yet, bury your gratitude in your heart. Keep reading."

Black stopped the old dwarf and made a gesture.

So Wendell Sparks continued to look down and saw a dazzling array of materials needed for admission:

【uniform】

First-year students need:

1. More than three sets of elf-style apprentice robes (two sets of regular clothes, one set of formal clothes)

2. Two triple-enchanted wizard pointed hats (one school hat, one top hat)

3. A pair of protective gloves for testing (made from snake skin)

4. A dual-purpose cloak for concealment and protection (used for tactical training and practical classes)

Note: The above clothing can be purchased from Miss Eudora, the quartermaster of the Immortal Fleet’s quarters ship Alpaca. If the clothing does not meet the requirements, new students will be refused admission.

【Other equipment】

A magic wand (secret style of Nathalath Academy)

A crucible (made of mithril or adamantine)

A set of basic tools for enchantment

An alchemical inscribed balance

Freshmen can bring an arcane element, alien fire element or water element to school.

Parents are particularly reminded that first-year freshmen are not allowed to bring their own flying mounts [referring to living creatures that will pollute the college environment, magic flying carpets are not included in this]

This series of requirements made Wendel sweaty, which was much more demanding than the admission requirements of Dalaran.

The pirate looked at him and asked softly like a devil:

"Do you know how much it costs to buy this set?"

"I"

Wendell really wanted to tell Blake, just give me a price and make me give up!

But with this admission invitation in his hand, he really couldn't bear to cut off his daughter's future.

He had discussed this issue with his wife before.

Although Dalaran does not discriminate against dwarf mages, in the nearly three thousand years since the founding of Dalaran, there have been humans and elves among the archmages of the Kirin Tor Council of Six, but there are absolutely very few dwarves.

There are even fewer dwarves who can hold high-level positions in Dalaran.

Of course, this is because the dwarf race is naturally neurotic and not suitable for high-level positions, but as some unspeakable reasons in the caster system, it is indeed difficult for dwarfs to get ahead in Dalaran's system.

To put it simply, becoming a high-level spellcaster is the end point for most dwarf mages.

There are really very few people who can become archmages.

And if it is said that in the system of Narsalas College, maybe Jindi, the genius of the Huohua family, can really do something great.

At least in terms of developing her spellcasting ability, it should be easier for her than if she continued to stay in Dalaran.

But this set of admission requirements is really a bit too strict.

The old dwarf thought about it in his mind, but couldn't think of an answer. Then he saw another piece of paper that the pirate put in front of him, which was also an admission notice.

But not for Kindy Sparks, but for Wendell Sparks, the old dwarf himself.

Blake's tone also became relaxed and he said:

"Now, in addition to the admissions for the Mage School of Narthalas College, our Warlock School is also recruiting students. I think you and your wife have great potential to become Warlocks.

Yes, you are limited by your talents and cannot become a good mage, but it is not a big deal.

We warlocks never care about talent.

As long as you have the courage to sign a contract with the devil, you can embark on the path of a warlock. Don't be afraid. Don't listen to the nonsense of the mages in Dalaran. The path of a warlock is not as dangerous as you think. "

The pirate patted Old Wendell on the shoulder and said in a persuasive way:

"As long as you can control your mind, resist the erosion of evil energy, suppress the destructive desire that constantly surges in your heart, and be able to distinguish the difference between madness and reality.

The most important thing is, don’t be a bastard and don’t randomly summon demons that you can’t control, and don’t randomly chant spells that you don’t understand.

If you can do this, I guarantee that you will survive at least the first three years of becoming a warlock.

Come, sign this enrollment contract and become a member of the warlock faction of Narthalath Academy.

We are currently engaged in "graduation targeted allocation".

If you sign another contract that you are willing to serve the Immortal Fleet after graduation, the fleet will cover your daughter's enrollment fees, including her future tuition fees.

How sweet, parents and daughter go to school together.

From now on, you can talk about your own affairs, she will call you dad, and you will call her junior sister or senior sister.

How cool, right?

Why are you hesitating? Sign it.

You bold dwarf who dares to shout at me, our school of warlocks needs guys like you.

I have seen that you have the potential to become an excellent warlock.

Of course, if you can't succeed in the future, it will only prove that I was wrong. I don't like others to say that I am blind, so work harder, Wendell, and make some achievements.

Don't embarrass me. "

After saying that, the pirate put his hands behind his back, hummed a song, and with a wave of his hand, there was his contracted demon. The powerful and crazy Clinflan wielded the magic steel battle ax and drove away several unsightly hell hounds around him. Return to the Twisting Nether.

The crazy and powerful demon, which made the old dwarf tremble at the sight of it, lowered his head and showed Wendell a hot and dangerous smile that would give him nightmares.

Wendell's wife woke up a few minutes later. After hearing what her husband said about what had just happened, she picked up the admission notice and read it again.

Mrs. Sparks turned pale.

In addition to her own admission invitation, she also has another contract, which is to hire Jesse Sparks, also known as Mrs. Sparks, to serve as the Baking Magic Assistant and Kitchen Chef at Nathalas College.

"What should we do? Wendell."

Mrs. Sparks looked at her husband.

The latter was holding his head and holding the wand he had used for nearly a century in his hand, with a sad look on his face. He looked at little Jindi's admission invitation, and then at his and his wife's.

After a few minutes, he sighed and said:

"Sign it. It's April now, and there are still five months until Jindi enters school. Let's do an academy evaluation for little Jindi."

Having said this, the old dwarf Wendell tried his best to show an ugly smile to his wife.

He said:

"At least, at least you don't have to worry about tuition. And those demons are very powerful. If you meet Milhouse next time, you might be able to scare him."