Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1816

"The Hermit" Metri, a legendary figure.

He is a Highborne spellcaster of unknown origin. He was active in the era of one thousand to two thousand years before the War of the Ancients. He was unknown at the beginning, but in fact, the name of His Excellency Maitre is used throughout the history and ending of the Elf Empire. Not many people know about it.

He seems to have been deliberately avoiding his name in history, and even deliberately avoiding contact with other contemporaries.

But Metri is undoubtedly a very powerful spellcaster, and a pure explorer who pursues the truth of arcane magic. He left many unknown works scattered all over the empire. , the magic system of the Highborne suffered a terrible blow, and never recovered.

Then the Quel'dorei elves, who claimed to be the heirs of the empire, found these works with very advanced concepts in the ruins of the empire, and then rebuilt a new spellcasting system bit by bit.

It is precisely because the Quel'dorei elves are constantly looking for these relics of the old age and trying new magic based on those theories that they fell out completely with the night elves after more than two thousand years, and finally chose to exile themselves.

From this point of view, Merritt is indeed the "grandfather" of all spellcasters ten thousand years later.

Not even the most arrogant of Quel'dorei magisters can deny this.

Maitri's name filled every textbook of the Sunstrider Island Mage Academy, and when the human mage apprentice explained the origin of magic in the first lesson, Maitri's name also appeared repeatedly in the mouths of the instructors.

In the era of Braike's rebirth, the low-key boss in front of him is a household name in the magic circle.

Many mages who study ancient history in later generations will have a lot of speculation about Maitri's low-key style. Some people say that Master Maitri is born with a heart of chasing the truth and is not dragged down by worldly affairs. The theory was deviant in the Azshara era, and the master chose to live in seclusion in order to avoid the accountability of the elf court.

In short, the spellcasters of later generations are accustomed to bless the patriarch with various beautiful auras to reflect the elegance and strength of their inheritance.

But only those spellcasters who have been fortunate enough to have real contact with the direct lineage of Master Metri are entitled to know the truth.

The reason why Maitri chose to live in seclusion is simple.

The patriarch of the masters of later generations was a "severe social fear" and suffered from almost incurable autism.

He chose to stay away from the main spiritual society, not because he was unwilling to discuss those fantastic ideas with his peers, nor was it because he was indifferent and unwilling to accept the Queen's solicitation. Which spellcaster with a normal mind would reject a royal laboratory that is perfect enough to carry out all experiments Woolen cloth?

It's not that Maitri doesn't want these things, it's just that the master is overwhelmed by the pressure of getting in touch with strangers and making friends. Perhaps in his eyes, cracking the mystery leading to the arcane force is better than talking to an enthusiastic guy. Words are much easier.

Well, the truth is so unpretentious.

As for how Bu Laike knew so clearly.

Nonsense, his mentor, Alya Lanyue, is the only direct disciple of Master Merritt. Going down this line, the low-key spellcaster in front of him is the serious ancestor of Pirates.

Although Dean Lanyue is not very willing to reveal some quirks of his tutor, the pirates have learned magic from the dean for so many years, and have done so many years of papers. Even from the dean's occasional words, Blaike can piece together A basic character set of Master Terry.

Braike also learned through Quel'Dorei that the low-key Maitri actually made many shots in the War of the Ancients. It is said that the survivors of Elesalas, Sandara and other small elf city-states are all similar to this There is a direct relationship between the two masters.

After he established a society dominated by night elves, he went into complete seclusion.

Because Kaldorei forbids all research on arcane magic, and for a pure person like Metri, preventing him from studying magic theory is simply more uncomfortable than killing him.

According to the handwriting left by Dath'Remar Sunstrider, Maitri has been traveling outside the kingdom of elves since the War of the Ancients, and at the latest when the Quel'dorei elves exiled themselves, they could still find these creatures in the eastern continent. A scroll left by an old mage.

No one knows where his soul will end up.

The elves guessed that Master Metri carried out a bold experiment when he was about to die, and transformed his body into elements through a mysterious ancient power, thus leaving the material world permanently.

Or maybe the old mage finally died alone in a remote place.

But until Laike traveled through time, there was a secret team at Narsalas College that was looking for traces of Metri all over the world, and that team was personally commanded by Dean Lanyue.

Obviously, the dean didn't believe that his powerful mentor would disappear into the world without a trace.

But Laike really didn't expect that he could actually see the Patriarch appear with his own eyes during this ancient journey, although he did know that Maitri showed up to help the rebels at the end of the original Suramar War.

Mainly because I didn't think about it.

The Scrap Pirate grinned.

He maintained that respectful posture, waiting for the master's question, but he was a "stranger" to Maitri, and this strange guy was so "enthusiastic", which directly pierced the master's most fearful heart corner of.

"Yeah! Don't come here!"

He let out a terrified scream, and like a frightened beast, whoosh disappeared before Braike's eyes, leaving a stunned crumb pirate tottering in the fel wind.

"Your symptoms of being withdrawn and socially phobic seem to be much more serious than what the instructor said lightly."

Bo Laike twitched his lips.

He didn't chase after him immediately, but gave his master some time to "accept the reality". He believed that a great arcanist had enough sense to calm himself down quickly.

During the few seconds of waiting, the pirate felt the remaining aura in front of his eyes. As expected, almost invisible elements would leave behind wherever Meitley went.

That comes directly from his "source of strength" at this time.

It is the broken-mouthed ancient arcane element Aluneth who was later summoned by Magna Aegwynn and made into the staff of Aluneth the Guardian.

The association with this mysterious arcane element gave Master Metri an almost inexhaustible arcane magic power, allowing him to cast powerful magic without relying on the Well of Eternity, and without being affected by external forces. In the case of magical interference, a deep and delicate study of pure arcane energy is carried out.

But even after 10,000 years, no mage could explain how Maitri broke the elemental barrier to summon Aluneth and signed a magic contract with an ancient arcane elemental powerful enough to blow up the city.

This is completely impossible, even after ten thousand years.

"It's almost there?"

The pirate took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. He snapped his fingers, and a dark purple rift opened behind him like the mouth of an abyss monster, swallowing him in one gulp.

Almost instantly, Laike crossed the great plains of Suramar and the forest of Val'sharah, crossed Mount Hyjal, and finally reached a hidden woodland in Ashenvale.

He stepped out of the swaying wind of the void, and what he saw in front of him was a flustered social terror elf carrying a big burden and preparing to escape.

Obviously, the Void Beacon he put on Meitli has been discovered by the other party.

"I really have no malice, master! Look, this is my admission certificate! It was signed by Dean Lanyue himself, and it also has the seal of the first dean on it, which is your seal."

Bu Laike let out a loud cry, and threw the rolled up scroll over, letting it float in front of Metri, who had started to cast the transcontinental teleportation technique.

The thing unfolded lightly, allowing the masked social terror to see the words on it, and also made him pause in the movement of casting magic.

In this secluded woodland, the pirate maintained a funny posture with his hands raised, trying hard to make the smile on his face look sincere and harmless.

But any knowledgeable guy can fully understand the meaning of power represented by the brisk footsteps he just walked out of the wind of the void.

Bu Laike rolled his eyes, coughed twice, and said in a low voice:

"Furthermore, even if you teleport yourself to Argus, I can follow. I'm not bragging, but master, in front of a god who is proficient in void travel, your escape is obviously meaningless.

I didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted to meet and have a chat with you, I didn't mean any harm. "

"I know you mean no harm, I just."

Master Maitri whispered something, and he seemed to want to explain, but the stubborn disease in his heart that resisted talking to others made him shut his mouth again.

His eyes under the mask looked at Bo Laike suspiciously, and after a few seconds of thinking, he waved away the transcontinental teleportation that had advanced to the final stage.

The understatement, the light-weight casting action and the complex mana model dissipating like sand on the fingertips without releasing any counterattack energy made the pirate frowned.

Good guy.

Maybe he is not as good as Azshara in terms of destructive power, but when it comes to spellcasting skills, Azshara, who is now relying on the Well of Eternity, is not his opponent at all.

You are really, as those crazy fans boasted 10,000 years later, a rare spellcasting genius.

"This is the admission certificate."

Maitri reached out to hold the admission certificate of Bu Laike, he noticed the most critical place at once, and he said suspiciously:

"Why is the time stamp seven years from the Dark Portal? This chronological method is very strange. You come from the future?"

"To be precise, ten thousand years later."

Bu Laike told the truth:

"I'm here to do something, Master. It's a small probability to meet you, but if you can take a photo with me, I believe the dean will be very happy when I go back."

"Nasaras Academy has survived for ten thousand years?"

Maitri hesitated for a moment, and seemed to muster up a lot of courage. He lowered his head and said to Bo Laike:

"I went to Azsuna to see that the academy was destroyed, and Azshara destroyed it, but I didn't see Little Blue Moon, did you save her? You changed fate?

Wouldn't this trigger a timeline counterattack? "

"Well, it seems that Master Master has also studied time magic. It is estimated that you are also proficient in some theories of the prophecy school. This is really great. You are as knowledgeable as the rumors say."

The pirate flattered a little. Seeing that Maitri became at a loss again, Bo Laike sighed and said in a gentle tone as much as possible:

"I didn't come to this era through the normal way, I was caught in a strange model called the circle of fate, simply put, the past of this world is my future, so the changes I make here will not affect my past.

As long as I don't change the general trend of my destiny, I am 'free' within a limited range. "

"A wonderful theory, I probably understand."

A gleam of interest suddenly flashed in Maitri's eyes.

When talking about these obscure theories, the sense of resistance of "stay away from strangers" in him has weakened a bit, but he is still very vigilant, just like rabbits and deer that are ready to escape at any time.

"So, master, I'm not an outsider, so you don't have to resist like this."

Bu Laike spread his hands, and while putting them close together, he said:

"I saved Headmaster Lanyue from the destruction of Azsuna in the hope of changing her predicament ten thousand years later. If you can let go of your guard, I can tell you about the dire situation she is facing.

I believe that there must be people you care about in this world, and your disciple must be one of them. "

"Then tell me."

Maitri took a deep breath and said to Bo Laike:

"Don't get close, just stand there and say, I'll decide whether to see Little Blue Moon after I've heard it, I... I have more important things to do."

If someone said that, Bo Laike would think that guy was stalling for time.

But Maitri's social fear is definitely not deceiving. In order to show that his statement is correct, he took out an unfinished sword from his luggage and explained seriously:

"I must complete the forging of this weapon. It is very important. I have seen it in many prophecies that it will be the key to solving the disaster."

"That sword! Wait! Let me see, Master."

Bu Laike's eyes lit up, he yelled and startled Maitri, the master's subconscious teleportation technique forced his will to suppress his instinct to avoid others.

He glanced at his ten thousand-year "disciple" suspiciously, and stretched out his hand to pull out a piece of the unfinished magic weapon.

The iconic double-edged sword, as well as the unique shape of the gauntlet and the inscription on the sword made the pirate heave a sigh of relief. He glanced at Maitri and said:

"I suppose it's called 'Salamani'?"

"what?"

Maitri exclaimed in surprise:

"How do you know? I only named it last night."

"Because this sword is my saber ten thousand years later, my lord master, I also know that this sword is endowed with unique characteristics, it can complete the awakening of the holy sword, the left-handed sword is called Sharator, and the right-handed sword It's Eremeni."

Pirate Scraps stretched out his hand to create a mass of void energy, simulating the appearance of the Elven Excalibur ten thousand years later, and said to Maitri:

"I also know that you can't finish it in this day and age, because the forging skills required to forge it to perfection don't exist in the physical world, right?

This world is really small, master master, I really didn't expect that the most convenient weapon I use is also a gift from you. "

"so."

Maitri frowned tightly behind the mask. He was silent for a long time before he spoke:

"It's no wonder that my predictions about the future always have various unfathomable fallacies, so how can I accurately predict what will happen ten thousand years later?

Not to mention that this has something to do with a god. Little Lanyue actually taught a god. Well, this really makes me feel honored. "

"Are you identified now?"

Laike blinked, and he tentatively took a few steps forward. His Grandmaster was obviously not feeling well, but he didn't have "stress teleportation" this time, which made the pirate smile.

He took out a dwarf camera, waved it in his hand, and said to his grandfather:

"Let's take a photo together, Patriarch, so I can take it back and show it off to the dean. Don't move, yes, that's it. Take a deep breath, don't be afraid."

"click"

"whoosh"

"Hey! Don't run away, Patriarch, you promised to go to see the mentor with me, why did you send yourself to the barren land all of a sudden! You make it difficult for me!"

(end of this chapter)