Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1230 326. Are you the warlocks of Quel'Thalas Suramar in Dalaran? You need to be ashamed

Putting aside the joys and sorrows between the Black father and daughter, the trio of Warlocks left the reception room and headed towards the viewing platform assigned to the Warlock School.

As the "backbone" of the Warlock School, they also want to participate in today's ceremony.

The three bad guys were in a good mood, because the "enrollment work" that the Warlock School had already completed had been approved by the dean. As the main executors, the three of them also received written rewards and were officially given the status of "lecturers" .

This means that the position of the Warlock trio in the Immortal Fleet has been stabilized.

And they finally have a formal establishment in the academy. Even if one day they are disliked by the captain and kicked out of the fleet, they won't have nowhere to go.

However, now that we have the establishment, we have to work hard next.

As an ambitious trio, they still want to become bigger and stronger and create greater glory in the future. At the very least, they want to obtain the official title of professor of the Warlock School.

In this way, if he encounters a risk and dies, he can still go through the college's "employee channel" and be transformed into an immortal lich.

This is the real "employee benefit".

However, when the trio was having a heated discussion, they came to the auditorium and saw a group of humans and elves surrounding the auditorium.

The nominal apprentices of Blake's Black Scythe Hermitage gathered together to confront these guys.

Although there was no verbal conflict between the two sides, the momentum was already building, and it was just a matter of one party taking the lead.

"Hey, what are you doing around here?"

The loud-voiced Evil Eye sensed that something was wrong, looked at each other with his two evil brothers, and shouted forward.

As a member of the Warlock School, Anaris Yuejun is holding his pirate command knife in his hand, leading his juniors and juniors to join forces and play games with unkind opponents.

When she saw the trio of warlocks, Miss Yuejun's momentum suddenly became stronger. She shouted, causing the group of guys in front of her to turn around.

"You three! Come here quickly! Support us! These guys are here to cause trouble, saying they want to discuss the knowledge of warlocks with us, damn it!

Let’s have a little discussion today!

He's obviously here to play! "

When they saw the trio of warlocks approaching, these trouble-seeking guys suddenly broke out into whispers.

Obviously, they recognized these three guys who were well-known in the warlock circle.

Although the warlock school in Azeroth had its roots during the Elf Empire, this set of dark and evil magic that dealt with demons really flourished during the Orc Wars.

Unlike traditional spellcasters who emphasize talent and hard work, the Warlock profession only requires you to be bold enough, lucky enough, intuitive enough, and ruthless enough to be able to achieve good results.

Therefore, after the Orc War ended, the number of warlocks in the eastern continent suddenly increased.

However, because of their relationship with demons, they are not recognized by the government and the public, and they have been wandering in a gray area. It was not until the past month that the "good times" for the warlocks arrived.

Because Narthalas College was the first to officially list the Warlock School as part of the college's system, Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, who felt the pressure, also followed suit.

However, the warlock school of Narthalath Academy has very high standards for selecting apprentices, resulting in most warlocks not having the opportunity to enter this academy, and can only be diverted to Dalaran.

And this is exactly why the current conflict arises.

"Yo, what are you doing?"

The evil eye wearing a black robe held his evil dog staff and walked forward carelessly. As he walked, he asked sarcastically:

"The mages of Dalaran maintained their identity and did not want to get their hands dirty, so they sent their newly acquired dogs to provoke trouble. I ask you, how much money did the Council of Six give you to cause trouble on this day? ?

Is the money they give enough for your funeral expenses? "

"Oh, Evil Eye, you are so stupid."

The troll Zarak, who was wearing a big bad guy mask, played with the Loa bone dice in his hand, sneered and said in a long voice:

"Look at the way these guys can't hold up the wall. I guess the mages didn't say anything at all, and these dogs who wanted to be hugged came to make trouble on their own.

They will try to figure it out.

If a few people die here, it will cause a big mess and disrupt the opening ceremony of our Nathalas Magic Academy. Those who come back alive will definitely be rewarded.

Maybe he'll be given a laboratory or something in the sewers of Dalaran. "

"Great idea, but I don't know who died?"

"Skinny boy" Kanrisade looked at the group of people in front of him with his usual cold eyes, and said casually:

"Oops, I suddenly remembered that I haven't fed my devil hound this morning. My dog ​​is very annoying. It only likes to eat the brains of stupid people.

It should have a good meal here. "

The cold speeches of these three guys immediately calmed the scene.

The difference between the old bird who has participated in countless major events and exudes the vicious aura of a great warlock, and these newbies who have just dabbled in the warlock's way is too obvious.

This is the difference between true darkness and evil and a bellicose cleverness, and the difference is big enough to be felt by the onlookers around.

Some timid guys have already started oiling their soles.

"We just came to see the quality of the Narthalas Warlock School. It turns out that although you are small in number, you are indeed an elite force."

Seeing that the human warlocks could no longer stand it, several Quel'dorei elven warlocks stood up.

These guys in the blood-red acolyte robes, with the unique arrogance of the elves, gave the three sorcerers a caster's courtesy, and the evil trio also returned a very standard courtesy.

"Ha, Quel'dorei Warlock."

Although Anares Yuejun is still just a sorcerer apprentice, she has a high vision, and she also said:

"Of course you can claim to be academically knowledgeable, but in fact your status in Quel'Thalas has only been elevated in the past few months.

The Silver Moon Council did not prepare seats for warlocks before. Now that you have seats, it is only three or four.

You arrogant fellows are just a bunch of dogs relying on the mercy of the arcanists! They are no better than these human bastards. Among the three of you, we Sha'dorei warlocks are the only ones who stand out.

But look how smart my people are?

They don't come forward at all, because they truly know the power of Nathalath Academy! And you guys, who know nothing about power, are trying to take advantage of us.

stupid! "

Miss Yuejun looked at the several Suramar elf warlocks hiding behind the crowd, and she shouted in ancient Salas language:

"Hey! Didn't Elisande teach you etiquette? When you see members of the Yue County family here, do you still pretend to be blind? If you don't know etiquette, be careful to get whipped when you go back!"

Several Suramar warlocks named by Anaris looked at each other helplessly.

They walked out of the crowd and respectfully saluted Anarres, who was of noble blood. This move completely destroyed the final momentum of the three-party "Warlock Alliance" in front of them, and they suddenly became bleak.

"Go away, you losers!"

Seeing that his side had the advantage, Xie Yan burst into laughter.

This rude and evil orc warlock stood in front of the leader of the Dalaran warlocks. He was a black-haired human with a sinister look on his face, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Xie Yan reached out and tapped his chest, and said in an arrogant tone:

"Today, as a senior warlock, I will teach you juniors that we are all magical thugs walking in the shadows. Don't envy the glory of the mages. We also have our own dark glory!

The most wonderful thing about this profession is that there are not so many twists and turns between warlocks!

I'm stronger than you, so you have to bow your head.

I'm better than you, so I can humiliate you arbitrarily.

Strength is king, understand?

Cold-bloodedness is our tradition, cunning is our dogma, and cruelty is our virtue! Prepare your demon army before the next challenge. The loser will keep his head and soul to become the winner's trophy!

understand? "

The human warlock gritted his teeth and wanted to punch the orc in front of him.

But in the end, he took a deep breath, nodded, and said in a cold tone:

"understood."

"Do you understand?"

Zarakla, who was behind Xieyan, said in a long voice:

"Didn't your mage masters in Dalaran teach you scoundrels to be polite? Why don't you thank Big Brother Evil Eye for his teachings?"

The human warlock was silent for a few seconds, and said to the proud Evil Eye in a tone of suppressed anger:

"Thank you for your teaching, Master Evil Eye. I will remember today's evil wisdom."

"Is this the end?"

The skinny boy Kanrisade rubbed the jewelry in his hand and said coldly:

"Master Xieyan has taught you something, shouldn't you show some expression? Knowledge is priceless! With such a lack of expression, I don't think you can go far in the way of a warlock."

"Oh, don't embarrass the newcomers like this, you two bastards and thugs, look at this guy almost crying after being bullied by you."

Evil Eye waved his hand very hypocritically. Under the gazes of everyone with different expressions, the villainous orc Shi Shiran reached out and patted the shoulder of the human warlock in front of him and said:

"This is a rule. Learning evil wisdom requires a reward. I have taught you so much today, and I think it would be appropriate for you to give me one thousand gold coins.

What do you think? "

"one thousand?"

The dwarf warlock apprentice Wilfred waved the dark wand in his hand and shouted in a sharp voice:

"Everyone here has heard the master's evil wisdom. I think one thousand is enough for each person!"

"Yes! One thousand per person!"

Kurul, the apprentice of the Drakkari giant magician from Northrend, stroked the enchanted ice ax on his waist. This brutal-looking guy echoed in an extremely elegant Elvish language:

"Nothing less! Otherwise, it is disrespect for knowledge and wisdom! In Nathalas Academy, which advocates truth, such behavior will be sent to the psychic experiment as magic material!"

The most timid apprentices in the Black Scythe Hermitage, Sparks and his wife, did not speak at this moment, but the two dwarfs also waved their fists to express their opinions.

"Uh-huh-huh, you guys are really too greedy, which makes me feel very relieved. It seems that the warlocks at Nathalas Academy are all top-notch little geniuses in this field."

At the moment when the scene was in jeopardy, a cold wind of magic swept across the viewing platform.

In the strange scene where the rocks on the ground are shaped into quicksand, the real big BOSS appears.

Wearing the traditional robe of the Argus people, the initiate Saqir, surrounded by several of his female apprentices, appeared here in a posture shaped by quicksand.

As soon as he appeared, all the warlocks of the Narthalas Warlock School saluted in unison. The burning skull under this guy's hood also meant that he was definitely not human.

His two female apprentices have been transformed into coquettish succubus, and they are serving their mentor on the left and right, while the other female apprentices also look at the guys who come to provoke them with unkind expressions.

"May I have your name?"

Thaqir didn't care about the eyes of the people around him. The crazy old man stepped forward and looked at the human warlock in front of the evil eye. The latter felt the pressure from the soul level.

He felt that this strange guy had a special ability that could tear his soul apart.

This made the human warlock feel fearful.

He could only lower his head and say with a trembling voice:

"Gardes, Master, my name is Gardes."

"Ah, it turns out to be you! No wonder you are so arrogant."

The "Master of Evil Eyes" who was so majestic just now stood beside Sakir in a flattering manner and explained to the old man:

"This guy is a well-known genius in the warlock circle of Stormwind Kingdom. We even recruited him, but he rejected him. This guy has a nickname called 'Black Claw'.

It is said that he was self-taught after picking up the Grimoire of the Shadow Council during the Orc War.

The strength is pretty good. "

"The talent is really good."

Old Man Sachiel stretched out his hand, and while others watched in surprise, he used his fingers to measure the size of the skull of "Black Claw" Galdes in front of him.

The human warlock didn't know what this terrifying guy was doing. He could only stand there and let the other person measure him.

A few seconds later, Old Man Saqil let out a weird laugh and said:

"The skull shape is also good. It seems that you can have a career in the future. After you die, I will definitely get your skull. It can be made into a good magical weapon.

Do you want to sign a contract with me? Little Warlock.

I used a 'Dread Demon Summoning Spell' to replace your skull after death. "

Black Claw was a little hesitant, after all, this exchange sounded strange, but the Quel'dorei elf warlock next to him brightened up and rushed to say:

"Master, can you look at my skull? I'm willing to trade it with you!"

"And me! Master, I am willing too."

A group of knowledgeable warlocks were very excited. While those watching the excitement looked at him like crazy people, they rushed to sign a contract with Thakir to deliver his skull after death in exchange for a powerful and rare magic spell.

"Look, this is the Warlock"

Evil Eye shrugged and said to the black claw Galdes in front of him:

"You noobs still have a lot to learn. The powerful Master Enlightener has taught you another lesson, so I think you should give me two thousand gold coins."

"I give!"

The human warlock looked at Saqir, who had split his camp with a magic spell. His black eyes shone with a strange light, and he whispered:

"I feel like I have learned it. Is this the legendary 'dark wisdom' of Narthalas warlocks?"

"No, you didn't."

Xieyan snorted, crossed his arms and said:

"Where are we now? This is not even scratching the surface. How can you understand the profoundness of Master Black's dark wisdom at a glance? Don't be a dog to the mages of Dalaran. There is no future.

Warlocks should stick together, and the friendship between villains should be cherished.

Seriously, you guys who are new to the industry should be ashamed! "