Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 416 125. Can't be a mage, can't be a warlock?

"Oh my goodness, this is pretty because she can do whatever she wants, not only the male blue dragon is fascinated, but even the females can see that the charm of my elementary school girl breaks through the sky, it really kills both men and women!

I just don't know if they will use magic to conjure a child.

Speaking of it, the giant dragon doesn't seem to value it very much. Isn't there some evil gossip that Sefiel's good friend Chromie is a male dragon?

I don't know if there is any hehehe between Sefiel and Chromie. "

With some dark thoughts, after sending off the cheering little star, Bo Laike whistled and walked up and down the mage tower.

He took some magic materials on his body, and when he was about to leave the mage tower, he suddenly heard a few sounds coming from the library.

The pirate's ears moved, a funny expression appeared on his face, and he quietly disappeared into the shadows.

In the library of the Wizard's Tower, two little dwarves were hugging each other, curled up in the shadow of the bookshelf, and they were visibly terrified.

"What should we do? Wendell, the mages are all gone, but they forgot us here."

Jesse Sparks hugged her husband's arms tightly, looked around with a little fear, and said in a low voice:

"We should have run just now, it's all your fault!"

"We were about to feed the devil when we ran out just now, and it was right for us to hide here."

The white-bearded dwarf Wendell Sparks was also sweating at this moment. He was wearing his own purple pointed hat, holding a black wand in his hand, waving it gracefully, and looking around vigilantly.

He said to his wife:

"Don't be afraid, Jesse, we can find a way out, I will protect you, our Jindy is waiting for us to go back, we can't give up."

"Ok"

The female dwarf hugged her husband's hand even more tightly.

Although she is wearing a mage robe, she is best at baking magic. Simply put, making magic snacks, she is more like a magic chef than a mage.

Although the magical snacks made by Mrs. Sparkle are well-known in Dalaran.

But no matter how delicious the dim sum is, it won't help right now.

"We just need to go out secretly and don't disturb those terrible warlocks. I learned some stealth skills in Gnomeregan when I was a child. Jesse, come with me."

Wendell Sparks was also very scared, but as a man, he had to hold up his confidence for his wife at this time.

Then he wiped his sweat, stood on tiptoe hard, and took his wife to walk out of the library step by step. When the warlocks came to attack the camp, he and his wife happened to be copying books here, so they escaped a catastrophe .

But this time, he needs to use his "skills" to escape from here.

Holding hands, the two little dwarves quietly walked through the dozen or so bookshelves in the library, and they moved little by little to the door of the mage tower.

Just as he was about to take a deep breath, and then "sneaked" away, two hands pressed on the shoulders of the two, one left and one right, and the arms pressed down hard, as if they were holding down two "sneakers" who wanted to escape. little mouse".

"Well, are you dancing, little dwarf? That's not a good dance move. Did you learn stealth from a dwarf warrior?"

Bu Laike's gloomy voice rang in the ears of the Spark couple, and Mrs. Spark screamed in fright, rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot. Well, she should be considered a normal dwarf.

Courage bigger than a rabbit is limited.

"You! Evil Warlock! Stay away from my wife!"

But Mr. Wendell seemed to have more courage.

He waved his wand, waving it in a very bluffing gesture. A warm yellow streamer wrapped around the wand, accompanied by the dwarf's scolding, as if he was about to unleash a terrible spell.

"I warn you, I am a high-level spellcaster in Dalaran!"

Wendell Sparks exclaimed:

"I will use my wand to unleash an apocalypse"

"Is it lighting?"

The pirate stood up, tilted his head, and looked at the white-bearded dwarf mage who was protecting his wife.

He folded his arms and said with great interest:

"Wendel Sparks, a low-level mage in Dalaran, doesn't have any magical talent. The greatest achievement in his life is the superb use of the 'Lamplighting' technique.

The council of six in Dalaran thought your magic tricks were very interesting, so they authorized you to use your miraculous lamp lighting skills to light up every street lamp in the magical city every night in Dalaran.

It is precisely because of this 'special job' that you can get a low-level mage title in Dalaran.

I'm curious, what are you doing in Northrend instead of lighting street lamps in Dalaran? Oh, by the way, you and your wife have a little daughter named Jindy Sparks.

She is different from both of you.

She is a very talented little mage, and the tuition fee to study in Dalaran is very expensive. "

Bu Laike took out a few gems from his bag, tossed them up and down in his palms, and said to the trembling white-bearded dwarf in front of him:

"You need money, don't you, Mr. Wendell?"

The dwarf was scared.

The pirate uncovered his background, and there were several salivating hellhounds summoned by Bu Laike to surround him. Those low-level demons were not difficult for formal mages to deal with.

But for Wendell Sparks, any hell hound could easily gnaw his head off.

"I need money."

The old dwarf didn't know where the courage came from, he swung his wand with all his strength, and threw out the magic trick he was best at with the most elegant gesture.

In the sway of the ball of light rushing towards the pirates, he shouted in a trembling voice:

"But not your money! Scoundrel!"

"puff"

Mr. Spark casts the spell with elegant posture and perfect movements, but it is a pity that the lighting technique is just the lighting technique, no matter how superb it is, it is just a low-level magic trick.

The flying light ball was held by the pirate with his hand, and it dissipated under the impact of shadow magic power with a pinch.

The old dwarf also sat down beside his wife in despair. He opened his arms and yelled at the hellhound beside him, trying to protect his family.

"You really don't know how to flatter you! Dwarf, in your small stature, there is a soul that is fiercer than a tiger and not even afraid of demons. You are no longer an ordinary dwarf.

Looks like I'm going to have to punch hard. "

The pirate Jie Jie sneered.

He took out a scroll from the magic suitcase, took out a blood-red quill, and wrote magic patterns on it. It seemed that he wanted to release a terrible magic to destroy the dwarf's soul.

Maybe it was a vicious curse that made his life worse than death for the rest of his life.

Old Wendell closed his eyes in despair. He hugged his wife and thought in his heart:

My Jindi, your mother and I are going to die in this place far away from you. I am sorry that there is no way to bring back the tome we copied for you.

But don't grieve for us.

Your mother and I died fighting evil warlocks as mages, you can be proud of us.

"Hey, is the inner drama over? Shall I give you some more time to recall the long life?"

Bu Laike's playful voice sounded in front of Wendell's eyes. The dwarf with his eyes closed quietly opened his eyes, and saw the pirate throwing something like an invitation.

On it was written a passage in beautiful Salas:

Dear Miss Kindy Sparkles:

Through the recommendation and investigation of your recommender【B Laike Shaw】, we are pleased to inform you that you have been approved to study in Nazaras School.

Enclosed is a list of materials required for admission.

The semester is scheduled to start on September 1st, Year 7 at the Dark Portal, and we will be waiting for your reply from your arcane elements before July 31st.

From the principal of Narsalas College: Alya Blue Moon (Senior Magic Consultant of the Elven Empire Royal, Head of the Queen's Honorary Magic Guard, High-ranking Arcanist of the Court Wizards)

"this!"

Wendell Sparks was a roller coaster of moods for the old dwarf.

He has seen Dean Lanyue's knowledge and demeanor with his own eyes. He is absolutely willing to let his daughter go to school in the mysterious and powerful Nazaras Academy.

"Don't rush to thank, just bury your gratitude in your heart. Keep reading."

Bo Laike stopped the old dwarf and gestured.

So Wendell Sparks continued to look down, and saw a dazzling array of materials needed for admission:

【uniform】

First-year students need:

1. More than three sets of elf-style apprentice robes (two sets of regular clothes and one set of formal clothes)

2. Two triple-enchanted wizard pointed hats (one school hat, one top hat)

3. A pair of experimental protective gloves (made from snake-man skin slough)

4. A dual-purpose cloak for concealment and protection (for tactical training and combat lessons)

Note: All the above clothes can be bought from the quartermaster ship Alpaca of the Immortal Fleet, Miss Udora, the quartermaster. If the clothing does not meet the requirements, the new student will be refused admission.

【Other equipment】

A wand (Secret style of Narthalas College)

A cauldron (made of mithril or adamantine)

A set of primary tools for Enchanting

A balance of alchemical inscriptions

Freshmen can bring an arcane elemental, alien fire elemental or water elemental to school.

Parents are especially reminded that first-year freshmen are not allowed to bring their own flying mounts [refers to living things that will pollute the environment of the college, magic flying carpet is not included]

Wendell was sweating in this series of requirements, which was much harsher than Dalaran's admission requirements.

The pirate looked at him and asked softly like a devil:

"Do you know how much it costs to set up this set?"

"I"

Wendell really wants to tell Bo Laike, you can give me a price to make me give up!

But holding this admission invitation in his hand, he really couldn't bear to cut off his daughter's future.

He had discussed this issue with his wife before.

Although Dalaran does not discriminate against dwarf mages, in the nearly 3,000 years since Dalaran was established, there are humans and elves among the archmages of the Council of Six in the Kirin Tor, but there are absolutely few dwarves.

And there are very few gnomes who can hold high-level positions in Dalaran.

Of course, there are reasons why dwarfs are inherently neurotic and not suitable for high-level positions, but as some unspeakable reasons in the caster system, it is really difficult for dwarfs to get ahead in Dalaran's system.

In a nutshell, becoming a high-level spellcaster is already the end point for most dwarf mages.

There are really very few who can become a great mage.

And if it is in the system of Narsalas College, maybe the genius of the Spark family, Jindi, can really make a great career.

At least in terms of cultivating spellcasting ability, she should have a smoother time than staying in Dalaran.

But this set of admission requirements is really too strict.

The old dwarf thought about it in his mind, but couldn't think of an answer, and then he saw another piece of paper that the pirate put in front of his eyes, which was also an admission notice.

But not for Kindy Sparks, but for Wendell Sparks, the old dwarf himself.

Bu Laike's tone became lighter, and he said:

"Hey, in addition to recruiting students from the Mage School of Nazaras College, our Warlock School is also recruiting students. I think you and your wife have great potential to become Warlocks.

Yes, you are limited by talent and cannot become good mages, but it is not a big deal.

We warlocks never care about talent these things.

As long as you have the mind to sign a contract with the devil, you can embark on the road of warlock, don't be afraid, don't listen to the nonsense of the mages in Dalaran, the road of warlock is not as dangerous as you think. "

The pirate patted Old Wendell on the shoulder and said persuasively:

"As long as you can control your mind, resist the erosion of evil energy, suppress the desire for destruction that surges in your heart from time to time, and be able to distinguish the difference between madness and reality.

Most importantly, don't summon demons you can't control, and don't cast spells you don't understand.

If you can do this, I guarantee that you will survive at least the first three years of becoming a warlock

Go ahead, sign this matriculation contract and become a member of the warlock faction of Narthalas Academy.

We have recently been engaged in 'graduation orientation assignment'.

If you sign another contract that you are willing to serve the Immortal Fleet after graduation, the fleet will cover your daughter's enrollment fees, including her future tuition fees.

How sweet it is for parents and daughters to go to school together.

From now on, you will talk about your own business, she will call you Dad, and you will call her Junior or Junior.

How awesome, isn't it?

Why hesitate, sign it.

You bold dwarf who dares to yell at me, our School of Warlocks needs you.

I have seen that you have the potential to be a good warlock.

Of course, if you can't succeed in the future, it can only prove that I was wrong. I don't like to be told that my eyesight is bad, so, work harder, Wendell, and make some achievements.

Don't embarrass me. "

After finishing speaking, the pirate hummed a song with his hands behind his back, and with a wave of his hand, there was his contract demon. The powerful and crazy Clinfran swung his magic steel battle axe, and drove away the few furtive hellhounds around him. Back to the Twisting Nether.

That crazy and powerful demon, who would make the old dwarf tremble at a glance, lowered his head, and showed Wendell a hot and dangerous smile that would make him have nightmares.

Wendell's wife woke up a few minutes later. After hearing what her husband said just now, she picked up the admission notice and looked at it again.

Mrs. Sparkle was pale.

In addition to her own admission invitation, she also has another contract, which is to hire Jesse Sparks, also known as Mrs. Sparks, as the baking magic assistant and chef of the Nazaras Academy.

"What should I do? Wendell."

Mrs. Sparkles looked at her husband.

The latter held his head, clutching his magic wand that he had used for nearly a hundred years, with a sad expression on his face. He looked at Little Jindy's admission invitation, and then at his own and his wife's.

After a few minutes he sighed and said:

"Let's sign it. It's April now, and there are still five months before Jindi's enrollment. Let's give little Jindi a college assessment."

Speaking of this, the old dwarf Wendell tried to show an ugly smile to his wife.

He said:

"At least, you don't have to worry about the minimum tuition. And those demons are very powerful. If you see Millhouse next time, maybe you can scare him."

(end of this chapter)