Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

The newlywed Celes put her loose blond hair up, looking more mature than before.

After years of painstaking practice, Seres is no longer the baby girl that Andrea first saw. She waved her staff and simply drew a circle, and a portal that could accommodate three people passing side by side appeared in a row. in front of people.

This time Andrea made up her mind to take the whole family on a trip to relax. With Fandral and Maiev holding Tyrande in the Council, Andrea believed that she should not be able to do anything wrong.

The carrying capacity of an adult Onyxia has been greatly improved, and there are many people sitting on the back of the black dragon princess flying over Azsuna.

The teleportation point chosen by Seres is located in the very center of Azsuna, and the submerged Nazaras Academy is not far away.

Compared with the Narsalas Academy seen in the version of Legion, this dilapidated building does not have any entrance at all.

The collapsed ruins completely buried the entrance to the academy, and Onyxia dug in her dragon form for a while before barely clearing a passage.

At this time, Aurora was curiously pulling Seres and asked, "Little Mom, what is the basis for the existence of the ghosts here? They seem to retain a considerable degree of self-awareness?"

Seles looked around, nodded and explained, "Indeed, according to common sense, unless suspected of having strong resentment, ghosts usually lose their minds over time and eventually disappear into the world, but the ghosts here are different."

"Although most of the ghosts just maintain the inherent habits before their bodies, mechanically recurring the experience of the last day before death, their sanity does remain relatively intact."

Andrea came over and rubbed Aurora's head and said, "The ghost here is not born naturally, but was cursed by Queen Azshara because of the rebellion."

"They can't be freed until the end of the world, repeating the 24 hours before death forever, but... this rule is not absolute."

"look."

Following Andrea's finger, everyone looked at a small piece of water-soaked garden in the south of the college.

The highly disciplined guard ghosts patrolled the garden responsibly. The ghosts living here did not look mechanized like other civilian ghosts, and obviously had a strong sense of autonomy.

"If I'm not mistaken, with the news of the opening of Nazaras College, there will be 'someone' coming to talk to us soon."

As Andrea said, about five minutes later, a male ghost wearing a gorgeous robe and holding an exquisite staff hurriedly rushed over from the large ruins in the west.

"Who are you? Why did you trespass on Nazaras Academy?"

Shandris was stunned when he saw the handsome and bookish male ghost, "Are you... the former governor of Azsuna, Prince Farondis?"

The man named Farondis looked at Shandris in surprise, "Yes, I am Farondis, who are you?"

Unlike Andrea, who had no inherited memory, Shandris, who was born in Valshara, had once met the governor who guarded Azsuna. After all, these two regions were originally two neighbors.

Shandris shook her head, taking a step back to give the initiative to her husband.

Andrea smiled and stroked her chest in salute, "Prince Farondis, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am the chairman of the Supreme Council of the Republic of Dark Night, Andrea Moonshadow."

"Night Republic?"

Farondis, who has been imprisoned in Azsuna, has a question mark in his head, "What is that? Is it the new national system of the night elves?"

"That's it in a nutshell."

Prince Farondis said with a wry smile, "Sorry, I've been out of touch with the world after living in Azsuna all the year round."

"Let's not talk about this, do you need any help when you come to Nathalas College?"

Farodis said with a gentle smile, "Although I am a sinner in Azsuna, I think I know this place better than anyone else. It's fine to be a guide."

Andrea waved his hands with a smile and said, "There is nothing important, I just want to go down and see if there are any arcane classics preserved in the academy."

Narsalas Academy was once the largest academic base of the Night Empire, and it has trained a large number of outstanding arcanists for the country.

In version 7.0, Andrea has done a world task of drawing graphics and fighting monsters in the book. From this aspect, it can be proved that there are still a considerable number of books in the sunken academy.

Andrea warmly invited Farondis, who had a weird expression, "Will the prince go down with us? There should be a lot of gains."

Farondis shook his head bitterly, "No, I'm definitely not welcome in the academy, so I'll wait for you outside."

...

The people blessed with the slow falling technique drifted down the hollow passage to the lower level of Nazaras College, and many apprentices in ghost form still maintained their habit of practicing spells here.

"stop!"

A female mage wearing a pointed hat stopped in front of Andrea and the others, "Where are the pointed hats, robes, and magic books? You are not neatly dressed, and you are not allowed to enter..."

"Let me do it."

A moon-white light shone from Shandris' hands, and countless golden chains appeared around the ghost to bind her, and her expression was also fixed on the last word she uttered.

Andrea agreed, "It's quite useful to restrain the undead."

The undead who questioned the group along the way were all locked by Shandris. According to the impression in his memory, Andrea first turned left and entered the classroom area.

A large number of apprentice ghosts are waving wands under the guidance of their mentors to contact the accuracy of spells. Some books on the bookshelves have been damaged by the passage of time, but as Andrea guessed, there are still many magic books that can still be read.

"Santis, you come to deal with the ghosts around you, Seres, pack up and take all these books away, Aurora will have books to read for a long time."

Aurora rolled up her dead fish eyes and twitched the corner of her mouth, "Hehe~"

Unlike the large amount of historical and material ancient books preserved in Eresalas, the books of the Academy of Narthalas are all related to arcane combat and application.

Not to mention Aurora, even Seles is very interested in these precious classics.

After sweeping out the bookshelves, Andrea and the others admired the arcane murals on the wall, returned to the dividing point of the academy, and headed towards the staff room on the right.

Compared with the well-preserved classroom, the staff room has long been dilapidated. A female ghost wearing a purple robe and a red cloak on the back stands in the deepest part of the staff room, looking at the blue stone with four petals split in front of her. Preoccupied.

"You are the one."

Andrea smiled happily when she saw the cracked stones, "One of the pillars of creation left by the Titans—the Gorganes Tidal Stone."