Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 498 51. Accept the influence of this glorious tradition from Nazaras College

There is a towering watchtower on the coast of Tol Barad's North Isle. It was originally part of the island's defense system, but most of it was destroyed in the orc war.

The tower base is still there, but the first half has been torn apart like a strong wind.

The warlocks are planning to rebuild the abandoned watchtower into their stronghold in Tol Barad.

Although a teaching place has been left for the School of Warlocks in the plan for the reconstruction of Narsalas College, the paper plans and design drawings are still very impressive.

However, the rebuilding of the ten-thousand-year famous school must first build the mage school and research institutions, and the warlock school, which is weak and has no sense of existence, will be later.

Moreover, according to the strict construction method of the Highborne, the Warlock Academy could not be built in two or three years.

Before that, warlocks always had to have a stronghold for teaching work, as well as some evil magic operations, summoning demons or studying fel energy and the like.

These magics cannot be carried out in the town of Losberg, because a little carelessness will lead to the leakage of evil energy, triggering a demon invasion event, looking for it, this abandoned watchtower is the most suitable.

To be honest, Dean Lanyue and her mentors did not leave a sewer in the college as a teaching place for the warlocks, which is already a great deal of face for them.

Smelly warlocks can't complain, they have to be grateful to Dade.

"Our faction represents the new students of the Warlock School, and must have a handsome name."

At dusk, the "first lesson" taught by Bo Laike himself to the six apprentices was in progress, and the reunited trio of warlocks started working again.

They got together and chatted about the name of the school.

"I propose calling it 'The End Meeting'!"

Xieyan leaned on his beloved "dog stick", casually threw a low-quality soul stone to the big mouth of the solidified demon at the top of his staff, and said with a serious expression:

"This name is very good. I came up with it after thinking hard all the way. It will end everything and everything will wither!"

"Then why not call it the 'Withering Society', isn't it more domineering? You've been thinking all the way, and you came up with such a ridiculous name, what a fart. Sure enough, the gods laughed when the green skins thought about it.

There is no cure for your brain full of muscles. "

The skinny boy stroked his proud magic jewelry, put on the hood, and said sinisterly:

"I have actually considered this issue along the way. Why don't we call ourselves the 'Twilight Brotherhood' or 'Twilight Sect'? There is a hint of desolation in literature and art, which is very suitable for us warlocks who walk the dark road."

"Not good, not good!"

Zarak shook his hands. He tossed the loa bone dice up and down. The masked giant magician smiled treacherously. He said:

"You don't know what the captain did in Northrend. He killed a real demigod! He humiliated those weak and cunning loa in the dark place of Zul'Drak.

I am a bystander, so the name of our faction must bring out the dark power of the captain.

Why not call it the 'God Killing Society'."

"Snapped"

The three high-level warlocks chatted vigorously, which seriously disrupted the classroom discipline.

Angrily, the warlock teacher who was teaching the apprentices was extremely angry. He raised his hand and threw a "spiritual plague" in the past, plus a "spiritual blast" detonated by three shadow black balls.

The cool and gloomy shadow magic power shaped the black light that whipped the soul in his hands, and the repeated strokes were like black magic tentacles growing out of the pirate's left arm.

This sudden magic caused violent shocks in the ears and hearts of the three high-ranking warlocks. The three bastards covered their heads and wailed endlessly. The giant magician yelled while bleeding from his nose:

"The captain is about to withdraw his magic, we can't hold on anymore."

"I am a rigorous educator, if I am not serious in my class, this is the end!"

Bu Laike said something in a cold tone, withdrew the magic power of mind whipping, coughed a few times, then turned his head with a pleasant face, and said to the six apprentice warlocks:

"Come on, let's continue with the fourth variant of the mana model of 'Shadow Bolt', I call it 'Shadow Impact', which is inspired by the magic theory of the teacher Farondis of the Academy's mage school.

Well, now that we're here.

After class is over for a while, you go to the South Island to find a librarian and borrow the magic book I just mentioned. You have to learn to draw inferences.

Three days later, there will be an in-class exam on 'Multiple Mana Models of Flame Blast'.

Another word.

There will also be an in-class exam for the "Primary Explanation of the Shadow Arrow's Mana Model" taught in this class, and the time will be ten minutes later, so you'd better listen carefully to the lecture just now.

I hope you took notes.

You better take notes. "

The pirate tapped the blackboard with his sickle and staff, which had already been filled with various uncomplicated variants of mana models in Salas language.

Hearing the bad news, the dwarf warlock Wilfred who had been wandering in the classroom just now turned pale, and the little girl next to him, Bijuka, was even more bewildered.

She and the dwarf warlock were the two "self-taught" among all the people present, and the only two who did not understand Salas.

The things that the pirates drew on the blackboard were like heavenly scriptures to them.

"The Naxalas Academy teaches in the ancient Saracen language, and all their documents are written in the Saracen language, including the teaching materials."

Anaris Yuejun next to Bijuka reminded very "friendly":

"If you don't know how, then you have to learn quickly. From what I know of the captain, his 'patience' for these trifles usually doesn't last for more than three days.

Proficiency is not required, but at least one must be able to understand the common sense of magic.

You see, little sister, I am an elf, and Tharas is my mother tongue, and I have some Suramar esoteric methods that will allow you to learn this complicated language overnight.

I would also be happy to teach you.

but."

The girl from Yuejun rubbed her fingers and made a universal gesture. The female pirate covered her mouth with a light smile and said:

"If you are interested, you can find me on my boat after class. My boat is easy to find. The most beautiful boat in the pier is my 'Pride of the Moon County'.

Remember to bring money, or anything else of value. "

At the same time that Yuejun's small business had just opened, Bu Laike also took out the prepared test papers from his bag and distributed them, and at the same time assigned a "very small amount" of homework to the six apprentices.

"Is this homework for the week?"

The short troll Dakuru looked at the stack of papers in front of him, scratched his head and said:

"Write one copy a day, and just finished writing it in a week, um, it's pretty easy."

The Sparks beside him hesitated, and Wendell Sparks whispered to the "optimistic" troll:

"No, it's a day's worth. According to my observations at Narsalas College, we have one night to finish it, and we have to hand it in before class tomorrow morning."

"!!!"

When the optimistic Dakuru heard the news, his eyes widened.

The other students were also trembling.

The great teacher Bu Laike looked at the distorted expressions on the faces of the apprentices, and immediately felt the weird and dark "refreshing" in his heart.

When Dean Lanyue assigned her homework, she must have felt the same way, right?

Ah, dear tutor, I have already learned from your precepts and deeds, and I will definitely use the way you taught me, and I will definitely use the ten thousand-year tradition of Nazaras College to teach my disciples with heart.

The wicked pirate thought so, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a satisfied arc.

He thought for a while, and then said to the apprentices who were doing the quiz:

"By the way, there is another good news to tell you."

Bu Laike leaned on a sickle and staff, spread his hands, and said beamingly to the high-ranking, low-ranking and apprentice warlocks in front of him:

"Seven days later, we will go to Dalaran for a magic visit as a subordinate school of Narsalas College. As the master teacher of the Warlock School, I will pick a few people to accompany me.

So you are blessed.

We advocate practical teaching here, so for the next seven days, there will be three classroom tests a day plus one actual combat confrontation, and those who pass all of them will be eligible to go to Dalaran with me to teach those mages a lesson.

can't pass

My demon has been having a stomach upset lately and was looking for a change.

I see you all look tender and juicy, it will definitely be satisfied. "

The pirate's words blew across the spire platform like a gust of wind.

Everyone, including the warlock trio, shuddered. The dwarf warlock Wilfred, who was continuously frightened, thought the pirates were joking, and he laughed awkwardly.

But he quickly noticed that the three high-ranking warlocks had begun to silently take out various materials, preparing for battle, and he immediately realized that the great warlock mentor was not joking.

The silence of the apprentices made the master warlock very dissatisfied.

He knocked on the sickle and staff in his hand, and a demon portal opened beside it, and the big-eyed demon Glazer levitated out of it.

Its seven eyes looked at the group of warlocks in front of it respectively, and then it heard its master order to the group of people in front of it:

"The Warlock School entrance test will be held in ten minutes. You are all carefully selected elites. If your performance cannot satisfy my beholder, then I will be very disappointed.

But I'm a very generous person.

You still have a chance to make corrections. After all, even geniuses need time to grow.

But if the performance is really bad for seven consecutive days, then pay attention in the next life.

You three, come with me. "

Bu Laike waved his finger and led his trio of warlocks down the teaching platform. The three warlocks were full of doubts when they saw the captain showing off his power just now.

The troll Zarak asked cautiously:

"Captain, the magic you just used isn't warlock magic, is it? How does it look like the shadow priest's spell used by the ship doctor Natalie?

When did you learn this? "

"No, I didn't learn it, I just 'used' it."

Bo Laike smiled smugly.

The pirate looked around, opened his robe, and showed three men of different races ♂ his muscular upper body and aggressive tattoos.

These three warlocks are all real people of their own.

They also participated in Bu Laike's demon transformation experiment. When they saw the magic lines shining on their captain's body, they were all shocked.

But after the shock comes the ecstasy!

The captain's magic has been completed, so as the participants, they have hard work without credit, right? They are also entitled to enjoy the sweet fruits of this victory!

"Blessed are you three trash."

Bu Laike fastened the buttons of his robe gracefully, and said to the three warlocks who were drooling with greed:

"Take time to find Deliana and Nitil during these seven days, they will be responsible for engraving the basic magic lines on you, and each will choose their most powerful contract demon as the 'inner demon'.

No matter what you do, I have only one request.

Before going to Dalaran, I must master this magic! If misfortune gets out of hand, Marius the Cataclysm will gladly put an end to your misery.

Also, when we come back from Dalaran and those warlock apprentices come over, the three of you will also become school instructors and take on teaching jobs.

I will teach those six guys myself, and you will teach the rest.

From now on, give me all your rotten problems.

After all, you have to be a teacher, and it doesn't matter at sea, but whoever dares to mess around in the academy and dare to embarrass my new Warlock School, I will kill him with my own hands and throw him as a ship slave on the Nagfar. "

The trio of warlocks nodded in ecstasy. Seeing that Bu Laike was about to leave, Xieyan hurriedly said:

"Captain, we have a name for our school, and it is called."

"Black Sickle Priory?"

Bu Laike asked back.

The three warlocks looked at me and you, and finally gave thumbs up at the same time, saying:

"It's better to use the name given by the captain."

"Well, I knew the three of you knew me best."

The pirate nodded in satisfaction, summoned his Hippogryph to fly over, waved his hand and said:

"You guys are watching here. Give me a report tonight. I want to know the situation of the six apprentices so that I can arrange the teaching plan later."

After speaking, he flew towards the Nagfar amidst the hippogryph neighing.

The three warlocks who looked at each other were left behind.

After confirming that the captain left, the skinny boy complained:

"It's true that we are warlocks, but our faces are not black. Although everyone's luck is indeed not very good, I am actually not satisfied with this name."

"Then you go tell the captain? See if he will pick up his black sickle that can devour souls and chop you off."

"Uh, forget it, don't dare."

(end of this chapter)