Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1228 324. My name is Tanred, an ordinary art student. If I fail to pass the entrance exam, I will... next year.

"Let me go!"

Tanred, who was dragged into the car like a chicken by Fenner, screamed.

This twelve-year-old boy seemed to have some dignity as a man. He didn't like being treated so disrespectfully by his violent sister in front of his family.

But the question is, with his incompetent talent, how can he be the opponent of Sister Guaili?

He kept struggling, but he still couldn't get rid of Fenner's slender but powerful, iron-like arms, which were lifted up in the air. After several minutes, he finally gave up the struggle.

"Okay, Fenna, put your brother down, what does this look like!"

Mrs. Golden Sword scolded him, and he was finally put back on the ground under Tanred's eyes as if he had been saved. However, Fenna was very dissatisfied. The stupid warrior crossed his arms, snorted, and said:

"Your brother is much more fun than you. You stupid boy who can't afford it, do you still want to cry to Catherine's mother?"

"I hate you! Fool Fenner."

Tanred blushed and complained dissatisfiedly while arranging the clothes he had managed to put together today, but he was still far from crying.

That is Fenner's nonsense. As Dai Lin's youngest son, he also went to sea with the ship. No matter how much he was bullied, he would never really cry.

However, Tanred did not come to Tol Barad just today.

He came here a few days ago. Because he has a pirate governor mother who has a good relationship with Dean Blue Moon, this guy who used the back door was allowed to enter Nathalas College for a few days in advance for "inspection."

But Dean Lan Yue is still Dean Lan Yue. Compared to her disciples, her bottom line as an educator is nowhere high.

Moreover, Narsarath Academy adheres to the ancient rules and will not bow to power easily. Therefore, Lady Catherine's personal relationship can only help her youngest son reach this point.

As a new art student who is studying art in the Elven Empire, Tanred has to pass a rigorous exam today before he can be admitted to Narthalas College.

This made Tanred feel somewhat uneasy at this time.

He was about to report to his mother what he had seen in the academy these past few days, when he suddenly discovered that there was an "outsider" in the large carriage that was supposed to only contain members of the Proudmoore family.

"Mr. Black?"

Tanred adjusted his carefully selected bow tie and brushed the elf robe that he had modified by himself. He looked curiously at the great pirate Blake standing by the window, wearing a very dark and evil robe.

He said in surprise:

"Why are you here too?"

"Why can't I be here? My little Tanred."

Black wore the full-covered hood of the Corruptor's robe, and even his words were filtered by magic, making him sound like a villain. He laughed twice, pointed to the row of ribbons and badges on his chest, and said:

“As the founder and current Grand Master of the Warlock School of Narthalas College, I have every reason and qualification to appear here today.

Regardless of my reputation outside, my little friend, in Nathalas College, I am one of the only high-ranking college officials with real power.

I mean, if you piss me off, even if you pass today's exam, I have a hundred ways to make you 'voluntarily' drop out of school."

He glanced at Tanred, shook his head again, and said:

"Of course, I will not use this power casually, and Dean Alya Lanyue, who is rigorous in academic studies, will not allow me to deal with a new student so openly.

But I am a warlock after all, and we are proud of playing tricks. "

These words made Tanred blink, and he seemed to feel that there was something in the guy in front of him.

Is this the legendary "open request for bribes"?

Before Tanred Proudmoore's thoughts could spread, Lady Catherine, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, shook her head, called her youngest son to her side, and said to Black:

"Okay, Lord Black, don't scare my little son. I asked you to come here today to seek your wisdom to increase my son's chances of passing the entrance exam.

It is not for you to pollute his young mind. "

"Hoo ho ho"

Blake let out a strange laugh that fit the dark image of a warlock, and said to Tanred:

"Of course, I will guide him carefully. After all, you have paid an 'expensive' price for this."

"Mother!"

Hearing the weird tone of voice when the smelly pirate said the word "price", Tanred suddenly looked at his mother worriedly.

He really thought Lady Catherine had made some deal with the stinky pirate to get him through.

Lady Catherine glared at her eldest son who was very misbehaved. She did not continue to explain, so as not to make the situation worse. She simply changed the topic, patted her younger son on the shoulder, and said to her eldest son who was addicted to cross-dressing:

"There are still a few hours until the entrance exam. Let's not waste any more time and start now."

"Okay, no more fun, let's get down to business."

Blake coughed a few times, walked to Tanred, and said to his smelly brother who was staring at him:

"Bring me the works you prepared for the art exam, as well as descriptions of your works and research papers on your best areas of expertise.

Someone should have told you these conditions before, right? "

"Well, I'm ready."

Tanred confidently took out a huge portrait from his luggage, and then took out two carefully prepared stacks of instructions and papers.

Blake was not very good at evaluating artistic things. After all, he was not an artistic person, but there was also the Lady of the Golden Sword, a real elf from the thousand-year-old Quel'dorei family.

As we all know, the artistic taste of the elves in Quel'Thalas is in line with the taste of the high-ranking elves in the Elf Empire. It is not a big problem for her, the "little mother", to authenticate the paintings.

Black mainly looked at Tanred's research papers.

As a poor guy who has been required by Dean Lan Yue to write papers to extremely high standards all year round, Black is absolutely very capable in this area. To tutor a rookie like Tanred who has to take the basic entrance examination is basically killing a chicken with a knife.

"Wow, the painting is really good!"

When Mrs. Golden Sword opened the painting painted by little Tanred, the idiot warrior who was drinking fruit wine next to her suddenly exclaimed, she said:

"Although I can't understand it, I think it's great! The key is this momentum! What I want is this momentum. I even saw an elf who looks very much like me in the words."

She turned to look at Tanred.

The stinky brother’s stinky brother scratched his head in embarrassment and said:

“That was indeed you, Finna.

I drew this painting based on the battle that took place in Stormsong Valley. I feel that as a member of the Proudmoore family, it is necessary for me to record the major events that happened in my country with my own hands.

There is not only you in that painting, but also Jaina and her father.

And those who are rumored to have appeared on the battlefield. "

"its not right."

Fenner quickly discovered the problem. She pointed to the center of the war painting in front of her that was both realistic and artistically exaggerated. To be precise, she pointed at the mighty Dai Lin who was fighting a demon with a trident and big eyeballs.

she says:

"The protagonist in that battle was not Old Man Dai Lin, in fact, it was Captain Black."

"Ahem, let him draw it like that."

While reviewing Tanred's paper, Blake waved his hand and said:

"I can't expect a young Kul Tiran painter to take a pirate as the subject of his painting, but he is willing to let me "appear". I am already very touched.

However, this is also the problem with this painting.

You lack authenticity in your work of art.

As far as I know, because there are relatively few students applying to the Academy of Art at this opening ceremony, Dean Lanyue will personally serve as the examiner, and the former Prince of Magic, Farodis, will serve as her deputy.

These two were both highly accomplished figures in the arts during the Elf Empire.

Obviously, this little flaw will deduct points from you. "

"ah?"

After hearing Black's words, Tanred became obviously more nervous.

"Don't scare him, Blake."

Mrs. Jin Jian really appreciated the brushwork and composition of the painting in front of her. She admired every part of the painting, folded her arms in a very royal fighting posture, rubbed her smooth chin and said:

“There are indeed many flaws, but for a twelve-year-old to be able to draw it like this without receiving help from others is a testament to little Tanred’s talent in this area.

Moreover, he is a human being and cannot measure his future based on the requirements of elves.

I think there is no problem with this painting passing the exam. "

The approval from his little mother made Tanred let out a sigh of relief, and then the stupid violent sister walked up behind him, grabbed his ears and said:

"Draw a majestic portrait for me, my stinky brother. I want to hang it in my cabin."

"Okay, as long as you stop bullying me."

Tanred shrugged and agreed to the request of the smelly sister with a smile.

He looked at Black in front of him again. Because the pirate was wearing a hood, Tanred couldn't see the pirate's expression, but from Black's constantly moving fingers, he could guess that the situation in this paper was not very good. good.

""Preliminary Exploration and Research on the Mechanical Gnome Civilization in Tiragarde Sound", this topic is very good. For laymen, it is easy for them to be attracted by a race they have never heard of.

And this is a necessary skill to become a respected polymath. "

After Blake finished reading the paper, he picked up the magic pen again, and while making corrections on the paper, he said without raising his head:

“But the various arguments you cited in your paper have no specific sources and no accompanying documentation. This is not in line with the rigorous academic spirit of Nasarath College.

Secondly, the research process of this paper is a bit short. Although it is logically smooth, it lacks the necessary detailed materials to prove some of your views on the mechanical dwarf civilization.

To put it simply, this paper lacks something "material" and it is difficult to attract the examiner's attention.

Finally, there's your grammar. "

The pirate shook his head and said:

"By human standards, Tanred's grammar is outstanding for his age, but compared to the elves who are very formalistic, especially the high elves, this set of writing seems very vulgar.

In their words, it is the ‘art of hillbilly speaking’.

However, this is not a big problem.

After you enter the Art Academy, there will be a dedicated person to teach you in this area. You must complete the study of Thalassian, ancient Thalassian, Quel'dorei, and Kaldorei's variant Thalassian within three months. of learning. "

At this point, Blake stopped the pen in his hand, glanced at the frustrated Tanred, and said:

"What's wrong? Why do you have such an expression?"

"I'm running out of time."

Tanred lowered his head in disappointment and said:

"It's impossible to rewrite a paper in a few hours. I think I'm going to be disappointed this time, but I won't give up!"

The little prince raised his head, waved his fist, and said with shining eyes:

"I have been observing in Nathalas Academy these days, and I have seen their unique teaching style. In the library, I have seen the original documents that really come from the imperial era ten thousand years ago.

Although it was difficult to read, the knowledge really fascinated me. I also doubted whether my mother made the right choice in sending me to this pirate den.

But I've decided now.

I must complete my growth and study here, and only here can help me become the best explorer, polymath, and archaeologist.

I like the knowledge of the past. I am not as brave as Sister Fenner, not as smart as Gianna, and not as great as Drake, but I think

I have also found my ideal and my future! "

This confident statement moved Lady Catherine very much.

She stroked her youngest son's blond hair and smiled with great satisfaction.

A boy's life is destined to be difficult, but being able to find lifelong hobbies and career ideals at a young age is definitely the most perfect state of growth.

"Well, although what you said is very inspiring, I don't think it's necessary to give up like this."

Blake took out a mechanical dwarf-style pocket watch, looked at it in front of his eyes, and said to Tanred:

"There are still two hours and twenty-seven minutes left before the entrance exam. I have circled the parts of your paper that need to be revised. As for the missing references, it is really a big trouble.

But luckily, Lady Catherine has already paid for it, so, I'll give you this. "

There was a "bang" sound, and a thick pile of books was placed on the table by Blake. He said to Tanred:

"You're in luck, I just finished compiling this "Geography of Azeroth". It contains a brief history of the civilization of the Mechanognomes and my experience of exploring Mechagon Island.

You will not find a more detailed document in the world. "

Blake picked up the magic pen and wrote a line of words on a note. Finally, he signed his name, handed it to Tanred, and said:

"Now, I personally authorize you to quote my classics to enrich your paper for two hours, which is enough time for you to complete the revision and get a high score."

"Thank you, Mr. Black!"

Tanred jumped up from the sofa. He happily wanted to continue talking, but was interrupted by the pirate.

This guy said angrily:

"You don't have to thank me, thank you, Mrs. Catherine, but we can only help you this time. After you enter the academy, you have to rely on yourself. Nathalas Academy is a place where strength is paramount. It is difficult for a weak person to be there." Outstanding.

alright.

You can continue your research. I'm going to attend the opening ceremony. "

Blake looked at the time, stretched out his hand to hold the wrist of his female companion Sephiel, glanced at Fenner, and said:

"Are you going? You can get on the podium."

"If you don't go, there are a bunch of smart people there. Why am I, a soldier, joining in the fun?"

Fenner snorted and said:

"I'm going to stay here to urge my stinky brother's stinky brother to complete this paper. He is a rare 'artistic seed' in the Proudmoore family.

This family has produced too many warriors, commanders and captains.

The history of this family is full of violence and conquest, and it's time for a little more literary embellishment to spread its fame throughout the world in a more artistic way.

I can also proudly declare to others that my little brother is not a weakling.

His power does not lie in swords or magic, but he is destined to be powerful together with me and Jaina! "