Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 412 121. Why did you lie down before I tried hard?

The manager of Amber Cliff, Ms. Aiwa Noel, a senior mage of the Kirin Tor, listened to the report of the battle mage in front of her in a daze. She just woke up from the meditation last night.

Thinking still a little has not turned around, so I asked:

"Narthalas College? Isn't that the legendary magic school of the high elves? When I was studying in Silvermoon City, I heard it mentioned by my mentor, Master Rommath.

He told me that the academy was well-known during the Elven Empire period, and it had trained several magic princes for Queen Azshara, and at least one-tenth of the high-level spellcasters in the entire empire graduated there.

But it should have been destroyed in the cataclysm, and sank into the sea along with Queen Azshara's empire. How could it suddenly appear? Or in the ghost place of Northrend?

Can you confirm their identities? Could it be a group of liars? "

"Not a liar!"

The elf battle mage who was sent back by the captain to report immediately explained:

"I saw very clearly just now that those spellcasters are all elves! Real elves are very similar to the night elves in Kalimdor, but their skin is darker and thinner than the night elves.

Their flag is indeed a name written in ancient Thalas, the kind of language used in the period of the Elven Empire, which has been almost lost in Quel'Thalas.

These characteristics all indicate their identities, and there is His Excellency the Archmage Nieras Elland accompanying them, so there should be no mistake. "

"Then why did they come to us for magic exchanges?"

Ms. Aiwa Noel rubbed her head, while arranging her robes and holding her staff tightly, she complained and said:

"This is just the vanguard stronghold of the Kirin Tor, and there are only three high-level mages here. Little Amy is not an expert in magic theory.

She was promoted as a battle mage.

I know some knowledge about this, but I'm not an expert either.

Could it be the ghosts of the blue dragons?

I explained to them that the idiot who stole the dragon egg last time has been sent to Violet Prison, and he will never get out of it in this life. We also returned the dragon egg and gave an apology gift.

Are they still going to pursue it? "

"Ma'am, that"

The elven battle mage who followed Aiwa Noel to the outside of the mage tower hesitated for a moment, and whispered to the human mage in front of him:

"Dalaran is a famous 'Holy Land of Magic' in the Eastern Kingdom. If those elves want to exchange magic, they must find you.

I think many of my compatriots have explained this to you. The so-called "magic holy land" is two concepts in the cognition of you humans and us elves.

You see, even though we in Quel'Thalas have the Sunwell, we never call ourselves the 'Sacred Land of Magic'. In our opinion, that title is not a simple boast, it is more like an honor.

Need to strive for and recognition, not boastful accolades.

After all, the last one called the "Holy Land of Magic" was Zin-Azshari and the Well of Eternity under the rule of Azshara. "

"this"

Aiwa Noel frowned.

She said with some embarrassment:

"Isn't this just bragging? Everyone said so, so it became like that. You elves are too serious."

"No, no, ma'am, you still don't understand."

The young elven battle mage leaned on his staff, his eyes flashed with a light that was not a big deal, and he said solemnly:

"We Quel'dorei don't care about that.

We have experienced the War of the Ancients, and we have been persecuted by the Kaldorei elves. We have long since ignored these false names. When we heard other people say that Dalaran is a holy land of magic, we just smiled knowingly and didn't take it seriously.

But those elves are different.

Judging from the shape of their ears, it is very likely that they are the legendary highborne, but they are all loyal to Azshara. So if you're too timid to discuss magic with those elves today, Dalaran's reputation will be damaged.

According to legend, the Highborne are notoriously arrogant and poisonous."

This made Aiwa Noel feel guilty for a while.

Dalaran was contacted on the spot, and a few archmages with rich theoretical knowledge were quickly sent to rescue the scene, but they were already at the door, and it was too late to call for help.

I can only bite the bullet myself.

Facts have proved that this kind of hard work often does not end well

Fifteen minutes later, another mage's tower filled with books.

Dean Lanyue finished reading the classic in his hand, put it aside, and said to Ms. Aiwa Noel, who was sitting across from her with sweat on her forehead and dull eyes, with a regretful tone:

"The collection of books in Dalaran. How should I say it? There are too many mistakes. Please don't mind my speaking directly, but as a spellcaster, such mistakes cannot be forgiven."

The dean pointed to the dozen or so magic books at hand, and she said clearly:

"Based on what I have read so far, there are at least seventy-three mistakes in your records of the magic theory of my mentor, Mr. Metri.

I believe that my fellow Quel'dorei who are good at magic will not make such a low-level mistake, so, it should be you who appeared in the triple conversion of ancient Salas, modern Salas, and the common language of mankind Scribe error.

As a spellcaster, such an attitude is not acceptable.

Take this "A Preliminary Explanation of the Theory of Arcane Strengthening" as an example. It records seven mistakes in the spells, which will cause you to increase the rate of magic dissipation to a terrible level when you use arcane strengthening rituals.

It should have been thousands of years since this book entered Dalaran, but haven't you guys been able to discover and improve such an obvious mistake? "

"No, no, Dean Lanyue, you are wrong."

The Archmage Elan sitting on the other side looked down at his book and said without raising his head:

"Fifty-seven years ago, I submitted this error to the Council of Six in a paper, and gave a way to improve it, but I don't know why, and this error has not been corrected until now.

Perhaps it was because the mage who translated this book was the direct ancestor of a certain archmage in the current council of six. "

"puff"

Precise make up.

Ms. Aiwa Noel could feel her fast beating heart being stabbed severely by "one of her own".

Archmage Elan!

You were also a member of Dalaran before, so there is no need to be so extreme!

"Well, so it's not the lack of wisdom, but the reason of politics and academics?"

The disappointment on Dean Lanyue's face was even worse.

Seeing the embarrassment of the high-ranking mage in front of her, she skipped the topic "intimately", and picked up the research notebook in Ms. Aiwa Noel's hand.

This action is a bit over the top.

After all, the research records of every high-level mage are very personal items.

But at this moment, Aiwa Noel, a senior mage of the Kirin Tor, had no intention of resisting at all.

In front of this elf legend who should be in the form of a ghost, she felt the experience of studying in the mage tower in Dalaran when she was a little mage for a long time.

Seeing Dean Lanyue flipping through her research handbook, a feeling of fear and worry that should not have arisen in her heart, just like the helplessness and weakness when being instructed by a tutor.

"It's a groundbreaking idea."

Dean Lanyue said something suddenly, and Ms. Aiwa Noel raised her head in surprise, as if she was a primary school student who was praised by her instructor.

But the next moment, the dean's voice became serious.

"It's a pity that the mana model created by the idea is completely wrong."

Ms. Lanyue raised her finger, and Ling Kong used arcane magic power to create a cumbersome mana model. She glanced at the high-level mage opposite, who immediately stood up respectfully.

Like a real apprentice.

Come to Dean Lanyue and listen to her explain her mistakes.

The dean was very satisfied with this attitude, so he coughed and said in a gentle voice:

"Look, the first node should be placed here, which will increase the efficiency of the initial magic injection by about 7.5%, and then the second one."

The pirates at the entrance of the mage tower stared wide-eyed at this scene.

Hello!

Dean! Dean!

What are you doing?

We are here to kick the gym, not to attend classes!

Didn't we say it all before? You come to attack them, and I will provoke them. It is best to make them angry on the spot, and then we take advantage of the situation to demolish this damn place.

Why are you still in class?

Can't you temporarily put aside the eccentricity of your educator who has nowhere to go?

And you!

High Mage of Dalaran!

You dare to learn what anyone teaches, right?

Are you not afraid that this ten thousand year ghost in front of you will teach you into the ditch? Alas! This is talking, what is going on with you battle mages!

Aren't you responsible for the security of Amber Cliff?

How could this be attracted by Farondis?

Is the instant skill of the lava fireball technique he explained so attractive? Why did you take out your notebook? What's up with your cute baby's expression listening to the teacher's lecture?

Hello!

That is the knowledge of our Narsalas Academy!

Do you not need to pay for the audition?

What a whore!

Don't listen, you bastards!

"Thank you for your explanation, Instructor Farondis, I always thought that there was a problem with my spellcasting habits, which made me unable to skillfully use the ignite formula in battle.

After listening to your explanation today, I realized that it was my father who taught me wrong.

No no no.

My father didn't teach the wrong things on purpose, it was his tutor who taught the wrong things back then. "

A beautiful girl wearing the robes of a high-ranking Kirin Tor mage will thank Prince Farondis with a sincere face. The latter waved his hands casually and said in warm Salas:

"I withdraw my previous inappropriate evaluation. Although the knowledge of Dalaran still has a lot of room for development in my opinion, their teaching system is indeed complete.

Your human talent for spellcasting is also astonishing, especially this rare curiosity that I rarely see in my fellow elves.

We have lived for too long, and our learning efficiency is far inferior to yours. "

"But your knowledge and wisdom are beyond our reach in our lifetime."

The human chick held her notebook, as if she had made up her mind, she said to Prince Farondis:

"Although this is a bit presumptuous, I have encountered a bottleneck in my recent magic research, and I am unable to break through. Can you please visit my laboratory and give me some valuable experience.

I will pay for it! "

"sure."

Prince Farondis is a good talker.

He nodded with a smile, and a group of other battle mages suddenly became noisy, and they also had their own questions that they wanted to ask for answers.

His Royal Highness would not refuse anyone who came, and while thinking about going to Amy Marin's laboratory, he casually pointed out the problems of these "little mages" in his opinion.

It is really just a casual dial, and they can find the solution to the problem that has troubled them for a long time.

Like Dean Lanyue, Farondis never took the initiative to give answers.

He will only give ideas, and to find the answer, these mages have to rely on their own wisdom.

"Damn! I knew you mages are not reliable at all!"

Outside the Mage Tower, Bu Laike, who had rushed over to kick the pavilion excitedly, looked desperately at the joyous "magic exchange" in front of him.

This is completely different from the kicking hall he imagined.

If this continues, he will not be able to do what he promised the blue dragons to expel the Kirin Tor mages.

"Ha, it seems that we need warlocks and pirates to destroy this kind of thing!"

Bu Laike made up his mind.

Summon a nightborn mage casually, ask him to go back to the fleet, notify the captains to prepare for looting, and launch an attack tonight to drive these mages back to Dalaran.

"These mages in Dalaran are too frustrated. My headmaster didn't do anything, and they all knelt obediently, and they still have the face to call themselves 'Holy Land of Magic'.

I bother!

It is an insult to these four words. "

The pirate walked towards the edge of the Amber cliff with a vicious voice, while complaining viciously:

"Before I was bluffed by you. I didn't understand it before. I thought you were a city of magic. I was a little wary and afraid of you. Now it seems that you are completely sheep in tiger skin.

Even the inherited magic books have so many mistakes.

The deaf apprentices taught by the blind master are fooling laymen, and when they meet experts, they will miss the truth. What is there to be afraid of?

whispering sound.

I'll take you next! "

Saying so, Bo Laike took out the dwarf pipe, and was about to smoke some cigarettes to lighten the fire, but accidentally found two little dwarfs arguing, and he leaned over to listen.

It turned out to be an interesting conversation.

"You are crazy! Wendell, our little Jindi is only 13 years old this year! She has already become a little mage in Dalaran. She has a bright future. I won't allow you to interfere with her future."

"No, Jesse, listen to me, this is not an interference with Jindy's career, this is an opportunity!"

The old dwarf mage in the big hat reassured his wife and explained:

"You just saw that the high-ranking mages in Dalaran were reprimanded by those weird elves just like apprentices. They are usually arrogant and dare not even refute.

This shows what?

This shows that those strange elves are more powerful in magic than Dalaran! Didn't you listen to that elf with glasses? The magic tome inherited from Dalaran is all wrong!

Wouldn't it be a waste of our little Jindi's talent to continue learning like this?

Although we have never heard of the Narsalas Academy, since it is an academy, we must recruit students. Instead of letting Little Jindy spend time in Dalaran, it is better to let her go to the academy of the elves.

Her talents will be better discovered.

She'll be the archmage, she'll surpass the two of us and be the pride of the family. "

The female dwarf didn't speak, but retorted sharply with her mouth curled up:

"Kindy has surpassed the two of us! You can only do lighting tricks, I can only bake magic, and we can't even be considered official mages. But what you said makes sense.

In the council of six in Dalaran, there has never been a dwarf archmage.

Although the humans in that city do not reject us, it is too difficult for the dwarves to make their mark there.

A bastard like Millhouse is already the closest dwarf to an archmage, and he is a madman who sent his wife to prison! Maybe, just maybe we should really give little Jindy a better choice.

But we can't force her! "

Jesse Sparks said to her husband very seriously:

"After we go back to Dalaran, we have to talk to Little Jindi and let her make her own choice."

"Okay, we'll go back right away, time waits for no one, my wife, who knows where these elves will go later? We have to hurry up."

"Then those magic books with errors, do you still want to copy them?"

"Copy it! Why not copy it? Although our little Jindi won't need it, he can still sell it to those little mages if he takes it home, so he can make another fortune.

The elves' academy is so powerful, the tuition must be very expensive.

The two of us have to find some ways to make money quickly, all for the future of our youngest daughter. "

(end of this chapter)