Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1230 326. Are you warlocks of Quel'Thalas Suramar in Dalaran? You should be ashamed

Leaving aside the joys and sorrows between the father and daughter of Laike, the warlock trio left the reception room and headed towards the viewing stand assigned by the warlock school.

As the "backbone" of the Warlock School, they will also participate in today's ceremony.

The three bad guys are in a good mood, because the "enrollment work" that the Warlock School has already completed has been approved by the dean. As the main executors, the three of them have also received written rewards and been officially given the status of "lecturer" .

This represented that the Warlock Trio's position in the Undead Fleet had been stabilized again.

And they finally have the official establishment of the academy, even if they are hated by the captain one day, they will not have nowhere to go if they are kicked out of the fleet.

However, now that there is an establishment, the next step is to work hard.

As an ambitious trio, they still want to become bigger and stronger in the future, and create more glories. At worst, they also want to get an official title of professor of the Warlock School.

In this way, if he encounters a risk and dies, he can still go through the college's "staff channel" and be transformed into an immortal lich.

This is the real "employee benefit".

However, when the trio had a heated discussion, they came to the viewing stand, and at a glance they saw a group of humans and elves surrounding the viewing stand.

And the nominal apprentices of Bu Laike's Black Sickle Priory got together and confronted these guys.

Although there was no verbal conflict between the two sides, the momentum had already been set, and it was only a matter of one side taking the lead.

"Hey, what are you doing around here?"

The loud Xieyan sensed that something was wrong, exchanged glances with his two evil brothers, and then shouted forward.

As a member of the School of Warlocks, Anaris Yuejun was holding his pirate command knife in his hand, and led his juniors to fight against the unkind opponents.

When she saw the warlock trio, Miss Yuejun's aura suddenly became stronger, and she shouted, making the group of guys in front of her turn their heads.

"You three! Come here quickly! Back us up! These guys are here looking for trouble, saying that they want to compete with us in the knowledge of the way of warlocks, hell!

Today is the day to learn from each other!

It's clearly here to kick the gym! "

And when they saw the warlock trio approaching, these guys who came looking for trouble suddenly burst into whispers.

Obviously, they recognized these three guys who were well-known in the warlock circle.

Although the warlock school in Azeroth had already had signs during the elf empire, this set of dark and evil magic that also dealt with demons really flourished, which is what happened in the orc war.

Unlike traditional spellcasters who pay attention to talent and hard work, the profession of warlock only requires you to be brave enough, lucky enough, intuition sharp enough, and ruthless enough to be able to create a good strength.

Therefore, after the orc war ended, the number of warlocks in the eastern continent suddenly increased.

But because of the relationship between the devil, they are not recognized by the government and the people, and they have been wandering in the gray area. It wasn't until nearly a month ago that the "good times" for warlocks arrived.

Because Narsalas College was the first to officially list the Warlock School as a part of the college system, Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, who felt the pressure, also followed suit.

However, the Warlock School of Narsalas Academy had very high standards for selecting apprentices, which resulted in most of the Warlocks not being able to enter this academy, and could only be diverted to Dalaran.

And that's why the current conflict started.

"Yo, what is this doing?"

Xieyan, who was wearing a black robe, held his evil dog stick, and walked forward carelessly, asking sarcastically as he walked:

"The mages of Dalaran didn't want to get their hands dirty because of their identities, so they sent their newly acquired dogs to provoke trouble. Let me ask you, how much did the Council of Six give you to make troubles today? ?

Is the money they gave enough for your funeral expenses? "

"Oh, Xieyan, you are so stupid."

Zarak, the troll wearing a big villain mask, played with the loa bone dice in his hand, sneered and said in a long voice:

"Look at the way these guys are so muddy that they can't support the wall, I guess the mage masters didn't say anything at all, and these dogs who wanted to hug their thighs came here to find trouble.

They do think about it.

A few people died here to make things worse and mess up the opening ceremony of our Narsalas Academy of Magic, so those who come back alive will definitely be rewarded.

Might be rewarded with a lab in the sewers of Dalaran or something. "

"Great idea, just don't know who died?"

"Skinny Boy" Kanresad looked at the group of people in front of him with his usual cold eyes, and said in a casual tone:

"Oops, it just occurred to me that I haven't fed my demon hound this morning, my dog ​​is annoying, he just likes to eat the brains of fools.

It should be able to fill a meal here. "

The chilly speeches of these three guys immediately calmed down the scene.

The difference between the old bird who has participated in countless major events and exudes the vicious aura of a great warlock, and these rookies who have just set foot in the way of warlocks is too obvious.

It's the difference between a truly dark evil and a pugnacious little cleverness, and it's a difference so great that any onlooker around can feel it.

Some of the timid ones have already started oiling their feet.

"We just took a look at the quality of the Nazaras Warlock School. Facts have proved that although you are small in number, you are indeed an elite force."

Seeing that the human warlocks couldn't stand it anymore, several Quel'dorei elf warlocks stood up.

With the arrogance unique to elves, these guys in blood-colored monk robes gave a spellcasting courtesy to the warlock trio, and the evil trio also gave a very standard courtesy.

"Ha, Quel'dorei Warlock."

Although Anaris Yuejun is still just an apprentice warlock, she has a high vision, and she will also say:

"Of course you can claim to be academically proficient, but in fact your status in Quel'Thalas has only been raised in the past few months.

The Silvermoon Council did not prepare seats for warlocks at all before, and now you have seats, only three or four.

You arrogant fellows are nothing but a bunch of dogs who depend on the mercy of the arcanists! It's not much better than these human bastards. Among you, only us Shaldorei warlocks are a little bit unequal.

But do you see how smart my people are?

They don't come out at all, because they really know the power of Nazaras Academy! And you guys who don't know anything about power want to take advantage of us.

stupid! "

Miss Yuejun looked at several Suramar elf warlocks hiding behind the crowd, and she shouted in ancient Salas:

"Hey! Didn't Elisande teach you etiquette? Seeing members of the Yuejun family here, do you still pretend to be blind? You don't know how to be polite, so be careful to go back and get whipped!"

Several Suramar warlocks named by Anaris looked at each other helplessly.

They stepped out of the crowd and saluted the noble Anaris respectfully. This action completely destroyed the final momentum of the three-party "Warlock Alliance" in front of them, and it suddenly became bleak.

"Go away, you bastards!"

Seeing that his side had the upper hand, Xieyan burst out laughing.

This rude and evil orc warlock stood in front of the leader of the Dalaran warlocks. It was a black-haired human with a sinister look on his face, but there was nothing he could do.

Xieyan reached out and tapped his chest, and said arrogantly:

"Today, I will teach you juniors as a senior warlock. We are all magic thugs walking in the shadows. Don't envy the glory of mages. We also have our own dark glory!

The best thing about this line is that there are not so many twists and turns between Warlock and Warlock!

I am stronger than you, so you have to bow your head obediently.

I am stronger than you, so I can humiliate you wantonly.

Strength is king, understand?

Cold-blooded is our tradition, cunning is our dogma, tyranny is our virtue! Prepare your army of demons before your next challenge, the losers keep their heads and souls as the winner's spoils!

understand? "

The human warlock gritted his teeth, wanting to punch the orc in front of him.

But in the end, he took a deep breath, nodded, and said in a cold tone:

"understood."

"You understand?"

Zalakla behind the evil eye said in a long voice:

"Didn't your mage masters in Dalaran teach you these bastards to be polite? Don't you thank Big Brother Xieyan for his teaching?"

The human warlock was silent for a few seconds, and said to the triumphant evil eye in a suppressed angry tone:

"Thank you for your teaching, Master Evil Eye, I will remember today's evil wisdom."

"Is this the end?"

The skinny boy Kanrethad stroked the jewelry in his hand and said coldly:

"Master Xieyan taught you something, shouldn't you show it a little bit? Knowledge is priceless! If you don't wink, I don't think you can go far on the way of a warlock."

"Oh, don't embarrass the newcomers like this, you two bastards, look at this guy who is about to be bullied by you and cry."

Xieyan waved his hand hypocritically. Under the gazes of people with different expressions, the villain orc Shi Shiran reached out and patted the shoulder of the human warlock in front of him, saying:

"This is the rule. You must be rewarded for learning evil wisdom. I have taught you so much today. I think it is appropriate for you to give me a thousand gold coins.

What do you say? "

"one thousand?"

Wilfred, the dwarf apprentice warlock who pretended to be powerful, waved the dark wand in his hand, and shouted in a sharp voice:

"Everyone here has heard the master's evil wisdom. I think it's not too bad to give one thousand to one person!"

"Yes! One thousand per person!"

Kurul, a Drakalai giant magician apprentice from Northrend, caressed the enchanted ice ax at his waist. This brutal guy echoed in an extremely elegant Elvish language:

"No one can be missing! Otherwise, it is a disrespect for knowledge and wisdom! In the Natharas Academy, which advocates truth, such behavior will be sent to the psychic's experiment as a magic material!"

The Spark couple, the most timid apprentices in the Black Scythe Priory, will not speak now, but the two dwarves also waved their fists to express their opinions.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooery

At the moment when the scene was riding a tiger, a cold wind of magic swept across the viewing platform.

In the peculiar scene where the ground stones are shaped into quicksand, the real big boss appears.

The Enlightener Sakir, wearing the traditional robes of the Argus, appeared here in a posture shaped by quicksand, surrounded by several of his female apprentices.

As soon as he appeared, all the warlocks of the Nazaras Warlock School saluted in unison. The burning skull under the guy's hood also represented that he was absolutely extraordinary.

His two female apprentices had been transformed into coquettish succubi, serving the mentor on the left and the right, while the other female apprentices also looked at the provocative guys with unkind expressions.

"May I have your name?"

Sakir didn't care about the eyes of the people around him. The crazy old man stepped forward and looked at the human warlock in front of Xieyan. The latter felt the pressure from the soul level.

He felt that this strange guy had a special ability to tear his soul apart.

This made the human warlock feel intimidated.

He could only lower his head and say in a trembling voice:

"Gardes, master, my name is Galdes."

"Ah, so it's you! No wonder you're so arrogant."

The "Evil Eye Master" who was majestic just now stood beside Sakir obsequiously, and explained to the old man:

"This guy is a well-known genius in the warlock circle of the Stormwind Kingdom. We also recruited him, but he was rejected by him. This guy has a nickname of 'Black Claw'.

It is said that he picked up the magic tome of the Shadow Council during the orc war and taught himself.

The strength is not bad. "

"The talent is really good."

Grandpa Sakir stretched out his hand, and under the surprised gazes of the others, he used his fingers to measure the size of "Black Claw" Galdes' skull in front of him.

The human warlock didn't know what this terrifying guy was doing, so he could only stand still and let the other party measure it.

A few seconds later, Grandpa Sakir let out a weird laugh and said:

"The shape of the skull is also good. It seems that you can have a career in the future. After you die, I must get your skull. It can be made into a good magic weapon.

Want to sign a contract with me? little warlock.

I will use a 'Dread Demon Summoning Curse' in exchange for your skull after death. "

Black Claw hesitated a bit, after all, this exchange sounded strange, but the Quel'dorei wizard warlock next to him had a bright eye, and rushed to say:

"Master, do you think my skull is good? I am willing to exchange it with you!"

"And me! Master, I am willing too."

A group of knowledgeable warlocks were very excited. Under the lunatic gaze of those who watched the fun, they rushed to sign a contract with Sakir to send the skull after death in exchange for a powerful and rare spell.

"Look, this is the Warlock"

Xieyan shrugged, and said to Black Claw Gardes in front of him:

"You rookies still have a lot to learn. The powerful enlightener master taught you another lesson, so I think you should give me two thousand gold coins."

"I give!"

The human warlock looked at Sakir, who split his camp with a spell, his black eyes shone with a strange light, and he whispered:

"I feel like I've learned it. Is this the legendary 'dark wisdom' of the warlocks of Nathalas?"

"No, you didn't."

Xieyan snorted, folded his arms and said:

"Where is this? It's not even superficial. How can you understand the profoundness of Master Bu Laike's dark wisdom at a glance? Don't be a dog for the mages of Dalaran, there is no future.

Warlocks should stick together, and the friendship between villains should be cherished

Seriously, you guys who have just entered the industry, you should be ashamed! "

(end of this chapter)