Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 334 43. Unqualified! Unqualified! All failed!

"Blaike Shaw? What kind of weird name is that. Do your parents hate you? How could they name you like that?"

The administrator of Narsalas College, the logistics officer and the dormitory head, the elf mage Fairridge, said to Bu Laike, who was wearing a Corruptor's vestment, in a lazy tone:

"You said you are human? I have never heard of this race. Do you want to change the name of an elf? To prevent you from being bullied by those 'bad boys'."

"No need, just register this name."

Bo Laike leaned on the ruling staff, under the full-covered visor of the Corruptor's robe, said in a low voice:

"I'm not afraid of being bullied. I'm here to learn magic. The seniors want to teach me magic, but I can't ask for it."

"Another arrogant apprentice, I probably already guessed your ending."

The head of the dormitory with a serious face, who seemed to be drowned, put on a regretful expression, and touched the head of his ghost cat who was also drowned.

Using very brilliant brushwork, he registered Bu Laike's name on the apprentice register that had not been updated for 10,000 years, and threw a crescent key to him.

The librarian next to Fairridge, the indifferent elf mage Lord Tyrion, said in a business-like tone:

"Dormitory No. 13 is where you will live in the future.

I don't care how you make trouble outside, but magic is not allowed in the dormitory, and you must wear your clothes at all times except for classrooms and training grounds.

I'll do a surprise check.

Any apprentice with disheveled clothes will be punished to copy the grimoire.

What about you guys!

Do not throw fireballs indoors! "

The curator must be an unpleasant guy, talking to Bo Laike, and saw in the hall ahead, two reckless apprentices were having an argument and throwing fireballs at each other.

With a snarl, he drew out his wand and moved forward with great grace.

Two arcane missiles grazed Bu Laike's body and flew out, smashing the two apprentice ghosts to the ground, shattering their bodies.

But soon, the two ghosts revived on the spot.

The casting speed and accuracy made the pirates speechless. He looked back again. In the dark and broken underground hall, four people behind him were standing by a large puddle where the dome collapsed.

There is also a collapsed column next to it.

The originally bright and gorgeous halls around are now in dilapidated condition, with gravel scattered everywhere, and the bookshelves full of magic books are even more decayed, and many precious magic books are thrown everywhere.

The fairy magic lamp on the wall has also been extinguished for ten thousand years.

But looking at the exquisite shape of the rusty wall lamp, one can tell that the casters here must have put a lot of thought into making these lamps.

This is not too bad.

The most tragic thing is the large arched beam at the entrance of the Magic Academy, which represents the signboard of the best and most outstanding Magic Academy in the Elf Empire, which has almost weathered with time.

Desperation is not enough to describe this place.

Looking at Kanrethad's disgusted expression beside him, he knew that coming to this academy was like walking into a grave.

"The place where mules are buried is more particular than here."

The little warlock looked around and complained grumblingly.

At any rate, he still has reason, and he did not speak in Salas language, but in human language, but was hit hard on the head by Ms. Natalie beside him.

"Be serious, the elves are watching."

She exhorted.

Indeed, the enrollment of the first batch of freshmen in 10,000 years attracted curious onlookers from the elf apprentices in the Narsalas School of Magic who had spent 10,000 years and hadn't graduated yet.

It doesn't feel good to be surrounded by more than a hundred elf ghosts.

With so many ghosts gathered together, the cold negative energy shock gave the skinny boy a chill. Wearing a robe with a hood, he looked left and right at the whispering elf ghosts.

They were quickly attracted by the books flying around them.

"That's the Arcane Magic Tome!"

Kanresad seemed to have discovered a new world. He pulled Natalie's sleeve beside him, and exclaimed in a low voice:

"That is a tome with arcane magic. When I was a child, I heard a mage from Dalaran say that such an activated tome is a rare and rare item in Dalaran.

There is actually a copy here. "

"Don't make a fuss."

Natalie stretched out her hand, squeezed the skinny boy's shoulder, and said:

"Mr. Laike explained before that this was the best magic academy during the Elven Empire. The Highborne have always been famous for their magical skills. Isn't it normal for some arcane magic tomes?"

"Those elf apprentices are laughing at us."

The skinny boy complained in dissatisfaction:

"They're pointing, saying we have no ears, we must be low creatures. These Highborne are a nuisance!"

"Yes, the elves are the most annoying."

Zarak, the tallest troll, agreed:

"All elves hate, I don't like any elves, I would like to kill them all."

"Then why did you get yourself an elf disguise?"

Kanrethad immediately retorted:

"You hate them so much, why don't you take off your disguise and reveal your true face as a troll, wouldn't it be better to scare them?"

"Tch, you know shit."

Zarak snorted, greedily looked at the books around him, and said sinisterly:

"I want to steal the magic skills of the elves here, make their power mine, and then when I return from learning, I will use the magic they taught me to kill them all!

This is the troll's revenge, this is"

"What did Chi Chi Wai Wai say?"

Before Zarak finished his obscenity, he heard an indifferent voice scolding:

"Where did the wild elves come from? Can't they speak Thalasso? If not, I'll ask you, an ignorant fellow, to go out. The Nazaras School of Magic doesn't accept illiterates!"

It was a Highborne high-ranking mage wearing a blue robe and a crown of flames.

Also a ghost, looking very strict.

She was already very dissatisfied with the whispers among the five new students. She was holding a gorgeous wand in her hand, and the tip of the wand was already shining with majestic arcane magic power.

Seeing this scene, Zalak, who was still stubborn just now, immediately grinned, and replied flatteringly in a weird Salas language:

"I can speak Salas, my instructor, when can we start learning magic?"

"Learning magic? Just you?"

The indifferent elf mentor laughed, and a group of elf apprentices beside him also laughed, as if they were expecting to see some good show.

"My name is Deliana, and I am the counselor and head teacher of your group of apprentices."

The indifferent mentor looked at the five newcomers in front of her. She said to the apprentices in front of her with a harsh tone unique to the high elves:

"Nasaras College has a complete teaching system. For students like you who already have a foundation in spellcasting, your spellcasting ability must be assessed before you officially enter the school.

If you can't pass, you have to be assigned to the basic class with other wastes and learn from scratch!

It's you!

What are you laughing laughing!

What are the trash who haven't graduated in ten thousand years doing all around here? They all went to copy the entry-level arcane magic tome for me, each copied three times, and handed it to my office at night. "

As the mentor spoke, he yelled at the group of bastard apprentices who were watching the fun.

She was extremely majestic, and made the group of apprentices who would not graduate in ten thousand years look at each other in blank dismay. They immediately lost interest in watching the excitement, and each of them shrugged their heads and went to their own dormitory.

Bu Laike also heard some elf ghosts complaining:

"It's not our fault that we can't graduate in ten thousand years. It's obviously because the magic line of the Well of Eternity is broken."

"That's right, how do you conduct the graduation assessment when the magic line is broken? Instructor Deliana is the worst. She revised the graduation criteria for spellcasting runes seven times!

It is now a twelvefold arcane rune.

The great magister Elisande couldn't finish the painting all at once when he came over. This is obviously because we are stuck and we are not allowed to graduate. "

"I copy the magic book every day, and I have almost copied all the books in the library, but Dean Lanyue still has to give me homework."

"The students in this academy are living in dire straits."

The pirates were startled when they heard this.

Suddenly, I felt that I seemed to have underestimated the difficulty of stealing the tidal stone fragments from this magic academy.

That's right, the Tidal Stone that was shattered by Azshara back then has been stored in the treasure house of Nazaras College for ten thousand years, and is personally kept by Dean Alya Blue Moon.

The pirate is not crazy and wants to learn magic, he is here for the fragments of the tide stone.

But it's simply not realistic to fight all the way in.

Not to mention these elven and ghost mentors, all of whom have the strength of high-level spellcasters. The lady dean who has not yet shown up is probably a legendary spellcaster.

Laike had no intention of resolving this matter by force.

With all the power in his hand, he probably couldn't break through this world-renowned magic academy 10,000 years ago, so he had to outsmart him!

While thinking on his side, the magic assessment of Deliana's tutor behind him had already started.

"Unqualified!"

The orc warlock Xieyan relied on being a high-level warlock, and was the first to come up to "perform". As a result, he just threw a sacrifice on the magic dummy, and was immediately scolded by the elf teacher.

"I've never seen this magic before.

But I just need to perceive your spellcasting method to know that the magic power you use on this mana model is four magic power scales higher than the standard for accurately releasing it. "

Ms. Deliana said very seriously:

"This represents your poor spellcasting habits, wrong perception of magic power, rigid and barbaric spellcasting, and disrespect for magic!

Also, your spellcasting is too rough.

The magic power of the fourth, seventh, and thirteenth nodes of the mana model is unevenly filled, which causes the destructive power of this fire magic to drop, and you must forget all your previous spell-casting actions and habits.

I will start from the first class and correct your bad habits bit by bit. "

"I don't agree!"

Xieyan saw that he was criticized for being worthless, and immediately shouted angrily:

"You don't know warlock magic at all! You are just relying on your identity to suppress me. I have seen this kind of thing a lot in the Shadow Council, you"

"hum"

Facing Xieyan's rebuttal, the indifferent Deliana pulled out her crystal wand, like a conductor directing music, and casually threw a spell at the magic dummy.

It was the sacrifice released by Xieyan before.

Although sacrifice is just the simplest kind of magic for warlocks, this elf learned it with just one glance, which is a bit too much.

"Are you convinced?"

The elf asked proudly.

Xieyan stared blankly at the crimson flames burning on the magic dummy, he was speechless, the mana was four scales less than the mana he used, the mana model was perfectly filled, and the destructive power was a bit higher.

Most importantly, this casting action is too graceful.

Elegant enough to make orc warlocks feel ashamed. Ah, is there such an elegant way to release the evil and dark warlock magic?

That bastard Gul'dan tricked us!

He's a fucking master warlock.

"Mentor, I am convinced, I want to learn this."

Xieyan lowered her head and said something sincerely, but the female elf ghost sneered and said:

"You can learn if you want? Go to the basic class to lay a solid foundation first!"

"Next!"

She shouted, and the next one was Zarak, the giant magician.

This guy was taught by Xieyan. Seeing that Xieyan was beaten to the ground by the elves, the troll faltered three points before casting the spell.

"Well, the manners are good, barely passed the test. Others are not as good as the guy just now! Go to the basic class and copy the Arcane Magic Tome three times first."

Instructor Deliana was quite satisfied with Zalak's spellcasting manner.

After all, he used to be a loa priest, so he was very careful with his demeanor and temperament.

But other aspects are too poor.

Trolls, Out!

"I give up, I think I'm not capable enough, I'll go to the basic class."

The third one is Bu Laike, but seeing what happened to the first two unlucky guys, the "self-taught" Bu Laike decisively raised his hands and gave up taking part in the spellcasting ability test.

He is not as good as Xieyan in the attainments of warlock magic.

This poisonous elf is so strict, he will definitely not be able to pass the test, so there is no need to bring shame on himself.

"Hmph, I'm pretty self-aware."

Deliana glanced at Bo Laike, with a smile on her haughty face, and said:

"Keep this good attitude, and the prerequisite for really learning something is to admit your own shortcomings. But I don't like your rambunctious tone when you speak, so...

Arcane tome, copy five times!

Hopefully this will teach you how to talk to your mentor.

Next. "

The pirate clenched his fists for a moment, and glanced at Deliana's neck and other deadly places. It took a second to suppress his urge to draw out his dagger to kill the elf ghost.

It is obviously an encouraging word, but it has to be said in such an embarrassing tone.

These highborne are really a bunch of annoying ghosts!

Maybe I should change my plan, if I throw the lives of those incompetent waste here as cannon fodder, I should be able to break through here.

Alas, the ghosts of these highborne are shrouded in curses, and they can be resurrected after being killed. What a trouble!

Also, going to school is really annoying.

Laike sighed, looking sadly at the half-collapsed dome above his head, regardless of his past life or present life, he can't be regarded as a good student.

(end of this chapter)