Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Early the next morning, the ship sent by Dalaran docked at Tol Barad's dock on time.

It was a very beautiful ship, a neatly packed ship, like a military work of art, a ship that made the pirates on the island gnash their teeth and bow their heads in resignation.

Well, a Kul Tiran ship.

The flags of Kul Tiras and Dalaran fly from its mainmast, indicating that the ship is on a diplomatic mission.

The Kurdish sailors wearing ceremonial military uniforms on the ship looked at the pirates who were poking their heads outside the dock with a cold and disdainful light.

If it were under another situation, the sailors here must have loaded their guns, ready to engage in a hearty landing battle after a wave of precise fire strikes to destroy all these pirates.

But now, fighting pirates has nothing to do with them.

The Gilneans took over the job, and the human kings of the North had little hope that Kul Tiras' powerful navy could sail freely in their waters.

"Dalaran can obviously open the portal and let us pass, but it insists on sending a Kul Tiran ship to deliberately disgust us. These spellcasters are really evil!"

In the magic delegation headed to the dock, a trio of warlocks riding on a centaur-type golem put on the standard robes of Narthalas College and were discussing in low voices the meaning of Dalaran's welcome ceremony.

But their conclusion was immediately denied by instructor Deliana next to them.

"not like this."

This upper elf ghost, who was dressed very gorgeously today, looked at the ship in front of her, and she explained softly:

“You warlocks think too simply.

Dalaran's behavior is very smart in my opinion. Facing a magical force that doesn't know whether it is an enemy or a friend, it is very stupid to open the portal at will and let the other party enter its base camp.

For us, as long as we pass through the opponent's portal, we can calculate the spatial anchor point of Dalaran, thereby infer the magic operation of the violet barrier that the magic city is proud of, and then determine the magic circle's weakness.

If we are more vicious, we can deliberately cut off the magic network connection when their portal opens, allowing the arcane magic to flow back and destroy Dalaran's portal system. "

Deliana shook her head and said conclusively:

"If Dalaran came to visit us, we would not take the initiative to open the portal and let them come.

This ancient greeting method not only has a sense of ritual, but also shows the importance of the other party. It also leaves enough room for human spellcasters to respond.

You are not allowed to discuss these malicious speculations in private anymore. Don't let human spellcasters look down on us. "

"We don't want to make any malicious guesses, Mr. Tutor."

The orc warlock Xie Yan curled his lips and complained in a low voice:

"But I felt very panicked when I was asked to board a Kul Tiran ship as an orc. Look, before we even got past, I could feel the eyes of the sailors looking at me.

They must be considering cutting from that area to make my death more painful. "

"Who told you to be an orc?"

The skinny boy and Zarak laughed happily at the same time, and they said:

"Be careful in Dalaran. Don't go out alone. Everyone in that city has enough reasons to be malicious to you. Everyone in the city wants you to die.

If something unexpected happens, haha. "

"Hey, I'm not afraid."

Although Xie Yan was very timid, he still showed a fearless aura on the surface. He said:

"For the captain, ahem, for the great cause of the Grand Master, I am loyal and not afraid of death. Let them come. This is my honor."

"Damn it! He tricked me!"

The two warlocks immediately cursed in their hearts in a low voice.

Especially after seeing the captain sitting on the golem in front, wearing the Corruptor's robe, turning back and giving a thumbs up to the evil eye, the sense of imbalance suddenly became more intense.

We agreed to flatter each other, why are you a bastard eating alone?

Damn it, you have to find a chance to beat him up and vent your anger.

Blake didn't care about the "jealousy" between incompetent subordinates.

He was talking to Windrunner's mother at the moment. As the grand master of the Warlock School, Black was enjoying the wide saddle of a Nightborne Golem alone.

Windrunner's mother was wearing a black full-coverage armor, riding a night saber behind him, and on the other side was the silent Ursine bodyguard Tur Furypaw.

Rilas wore a robe as a disguise, blending in with the crowd, and also had camouflage magic on him. He wanted to go to Dalaran to meet his third sister Vereesa and ensure that his family was safe.

"Tell that female pirate under your command to stay away from my son!"

Windrunner's mother said to Blake very rudely:

"Liras told me that when he first came to the island, Anaris Yuejun tried to get him drunk to do bad things. He was so cruel!"

"Oh, don't worry about this kind of thing, mentor. Why don't you go take care of your daughters first before Lilas?"

Blake said with a headache:

"The eldest lady of Renyue County is still an elf after all. The Yue County family's family background is not only suitable for you Windrunners, but it is more than enough to marry into the Sun Chaser family.

You Quel'dorei can look down upon humans, but where do you have the confidence to face the Shal'dorei? The Suramar elves are much more prominent than you both in terms of inheritance and history.

In the eyes of others, you are just serious ‘country elves’. His position in the elven contempt chain is only slightly better than that of the Kaldorei who lives in the trees.

To put it bluntly, am you lucky that Anares is your son because he likes Lilas?

If it really comes to fruition, people would call it ‘marrying down’. "

"I did not mean that."

Lilesa was also speechless after being snatched away by Blake. She explained:

"I don't want to get involved in Lilas's love life, but he is currently undergoing family archery training and cannot be distracted. Isn't Anares also learning magic with you?

Let her concentrate, okay? "

"This is not what I have the final say. Considering the private lives of disciples and subordinates does not seem to be what a good superior or mentor should do.

I have just started working in the education industry. Tutor, please don’t teach me badly. "

Black retorted jokingly. After a few seconds of silence, he really began to think about Lilas again. The more he thought about it, the more feasible it became, and he whispered:

“Actually, let’s think about it from another angle.

If Lilas could sacrifice for the Windrunner family, marry into the Yuejun family, marry his sister first, and then conquer her sister, then the rise of the Windrunner family would be just around the corner.

The Yuejun family has prestige and wealth, and the Windrunner family has a very high military value. This is a strong alliance.

As long as he works a little bit, it's easy to kill Elisande and ascend to the throne, becoming the royal family of Suramar. Maybe Lilas can be called the 'King of Shal'dorei' in the future.

I think the Sun King and your three daughters will readily agree to this genius idea of ​​mine. What do you think? tutor. "

"Put away your dirty thoughts!"

If Windrunner's mother hadn't been unable to use violence, she would have wanted to pick up the dark war bow and make a hole in the head of her evil disciple. She scolded in a low voice:

"You are not allowed to use my son as a marriage tool!"

"Hey, free love."

Blake choked:

"Perhaps Lilas is willing to do it himself. The Yuejun sisters are just a little darker in skin. What's wrong with their appearance, figure and family background? If it were any other man, he would have screamed and pounced on her.

Let me tell you, mentor, let the young people do their own thing.

Those of us who are elders are happy to see his achievements. "

With that said, the not-so-large visiting group from Narthalas College successfully boarded the second-class battleship of Kul Tiras, carried by ten golems as transportation tools.

On Blake's shoulder, the hidden Eye of Kilrogg looked left and right. The layout of the battleship beneath his feet gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had returned home.

On the stern of the ship, he also saw the commander who was talking to Dean Lanyue.

It was Old Cyrus, Dai Lin's personal knight, and beside him stood a young officer wearing a captain's uniform.

It seems that Dai Lin should have secretly reached Dalaran.

The pirate said nothing and followed a group of Narthalas ghost mages into the cabin to rest.

As expected, Evil Eye caused a little "ripple" when he boarded the ship. Three or four old sailors tried to drive the dirty orc off and refused to allow him to board the ship.

More sailors picked up their muskets in silence.

Just wait for an order to kill this bold orc on the spot.

In the end, the Archmage of Elam had an idea and used a very strange rhetoric to convince the angry sailors of Kul Tiras.

"Let the orc test subjects from the academy come up!"

He said to the knight Cyrus and the young adjutant Major Taylor beside him in a neither humble nor arrogant tone:

"He is an important magical experiment result of Nar'thalas Academy, a magical creation that we want to show to our magical colleagues in Dalaran.

Don't get too close to him, brave sailors.

The magic power on him is not stable.

It may explode under your attack and hurt you. "

"Ha! A despicable magic slave is exactly what these filthy greenskins deserve."

As the temporary commander, Lord Knight Cyrus sneered and shouted to the excited sailors:

"Let him come up, he should be taken to Dalaran, and let our compatriots take a good look at the fate of this loser. Their warchief is dead, and a mere vile greenskin can play on our ship. What kind of flowers are there?"

Such sarcasm made the sailors on the ship laugh. Logically speaking, Evil Eye should be angry now.

But the warlock is so thick-skinned.

Laughing to death.

The evil eye doesn't care about these humiliations at all.

He even had the mood to comment on how unimaginative these humans were when they cursed. When he was in Gul'dan's Shadow Council, his fellow orcs were much more "interesting" when they insulted them.

There is not much to say about the rest of the journey.

The presence of the Tide Sage on this ship allowed the warship to sail quickly and steadily to the coast of Silverpine Forest. This really taught the pirates a good lesson.

Let them experience the state of the Kul Tiras Navy during daily sailing.

Not to mention anything else, this far-superior sailing speed and astonishing smoothness of a normal ship are enough to make the Kul Tiran Navy invincible in a naval battle.

The journey that usually takes two or three days was completed in just half a day under the acceleration of the Tide Sage.

In the afternoon, the delegation from Nathalas College had already set foot on the land of Silver Pine Forest.

And the greeter sent by Dalaran was actually an "old acquaintance."

Ansrem Ruinvivor, the Archmage of the Six-member Council, was leading the elite mages of the Kirin Tor to prepare to open the portal at the dock of Silverpine Forest.

The magic webs on this land are all controlled by Dalaran.

They don't have to worry about the conspiracies of the spellcasters of Narthalas Academy, and can finally safely and boldly use magic to send guests into the city.

Caitlin Ruinweaver, who came with the delegation, also met her old father again after a long journey.

This time, the girl greeted her father politely, which made the Archmage even more relieved. He once felt that his naughty daughter had finally grown up after her trip to Silvermoon City.

He thanked Fenna Golden Sword repeatedly for escorting his daughter back, and then heard his daughter say something that made the Archmage's heart stop.

"Father, I'm going to study at Nar'thalas College! I've already made a field trip to learn magic there. That college is much more interesting and powerful than the boring Dalaran."

The young Caitlin said this excitedly in front of a group of Kirin Tor high-level mages.

The scene that was so pleasant just now suddenly turned cold.

"Snapped"

Blake, who was hiding in the crowd, covered his face with his hands in despair.

Although, this visit is just for a slap in the face, but why do you, a reckless girl, talk so blindly?

You were born in Dalaran, and your father was still the Archmage of the Council of Six. But on this occasion, you said that you wanted to study magic in another academy. This is not a slap in the face.

This was to smash Dalaran's reputation as a magical city to the ground, and then stepped on it hard.

That's not how being a traitor works.

This unexpected situation made Dean Lanyue sigh. She held the Holy Staff of Alunes and took the initiative to say:

“Caitlin is just too young.

This child does not understand the amazing wisdom that the city of his birth represents. Perhaps in the future discussions and lectures on magical truths between us, we can help young people truly understand the greatness of Dalaran. "

This redeeming argument put smiles on the faces of the embarrassed Kirin Tor mages. It was this group of highborne elves who had lived for more than ten thousand years who could speak.

Then, they heard the dean’s next words:

"Of course, if Dalaran's magical power is really dim, Na'thalas Academy will not hesitate to send an admission certificate to young people who long for the truth.

If everyone is looking for the truth, then what difference does it make where they study?

Everyone, I can’t wait to hear the truth ten thousand years from now.

Let's not waste any more time. "

After saying that, the dean lit the arcane staff in front of his eyes in front of all the Kirin Tor mages. Amid Aluneth's strange laughter, a portal to Dalaran suddenly opened. open.

The magic light illuminated the faces of the mages and changed slightly.

This elf!

Without having been to Dalaran at all, he accurately relied on the perception and manipulation of the magic power of the underground magic network, and forcibly opened the portal to Dalaran without activating the passive defense of the violet barrier.

This is equivalent to using a tool to open an encryption lock without a key, and without triggering any security alarms.

Moreover, the weird-looking staff in her hand was recognized by Archmage Ansrem at this moment.

It was the changed form of the Staff of Aluneth the Guardian, the sidearm of Magna Aegwynn, the most powerful female mage trained in Dalaran.

No one but Aegwynn could tame the unruly ancient elements.

Now, a second female mage who can wield it appears.

This means that this ghost from ten thousand years ago will not be weaker than Aegwynn in terms of magical attainments.

This is a powerful enemy!

With the Archmage thinking like this, he no longer had time to discipline his naughty daughter who wanted to become a traitor.

Under the illumination of the portal that reflects the scenery of Dalaran, the confrontation between the magical truths from ten thousand years ago and ten thousand years later has officially begun!

PS:

I heard the calls of brothers, so there will be an additional update on the 21st