Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"What's the fuss about?"

On the observation deck of the Zenidar spacecraft, which was descending to the ground and had dropped the Holy Light Beacon, the conflict between the Eredar Twins and the Archmage Imira was about to break out. The three graduates of the Arcane Academy were quarreling. At that moment, a majestic scolding came from behind.

As they watched, Old Man Sachiel, wearing the robe of the Grand Tutor of Narthalas College, strode forward with the Scythe of the Counterwind Reaper, surrounded by a trio of warlocks.

This insane initiate is wrapped in hot magic energy when he walks, making him look like a burning weirdo walking out of evil lava.

Even every step he took left several burning footprints on the mirror-smooth floor of the Zenidal.

This guy must be the Zenidal's deck cleaner's most annoying guest.

But the Great Initiator didn't care about these minutiae. He didn't even care about the looks of disgust and resistance directed at him by the Blades of Light around him.

Returning to the long-lost world of Argus put Old Man Sakir in a very excited state, causing the flames on his burning skull decorated with gorgeous jewelry to curl into a special shape.

His burning skull twisted a few times, and he glanced at the eredar twins very sternly.

Strangely enough, the twins, who had always been unruly and disobedient to anyone and even dared to provoke Black, immediately stood up straight and behaved like "good students" when they saw Thakir.

This is normal.

Even though the eredar twins were doing well in the legion, when they were studying there, Old Man Sachiel was still the lifelong dean of the Arcane Academy.

When they were young, they studied diligently with Old Man Sachiel as their absolute role model. This was also the common state of all spellcasters in the Argus world at that time.

As the first enlightener of the birth of the Argus civilization, Tha'kiel himself is definitely a figure worthy of special mention in the eredar civilization.

It was he who summarized and completed the magic system of the eredar civilization, and it was he who founded the Secret Academy and started the formal inheritance of magic power.

It can be said that Tha'kiel's status in the world of Argus is very similar to that of the "hermit" Lord Maitri in the world of Azeroth. People who are not in this circle cannot understand their identity, but people in this circle regard them as An absolute idol.

Even Archimonde, who betrayed Old Man Thal'kiel, could only get the support of Kil'jaeden and Velen through pathetic whistle-blowing methods before he decided to betray.

In fact, if Thal'kiel hadn't gone crazy and followed Sargeras's instigation to study evil energy, and was caught by the Archons, "juniors" like Archimonde would never have been able to turn around.

The power of role models is always terrible.

What's more, as high-ranking demons, the Geminis are well aware of the "suffering" time that Old Man Tha'kiel spent in the Burning Legion. No one understands the danger and madness of this old madman better than they do.

Black had previously threatened them in the name of giving them to Thakier as "experimental materials", and it can be said that the effect was outstanding.

Moreover, after joining the Grand Wizard Salon, the crazy Thal'kiel learned many strange things from the magic scrolls about Medivh collected by Ms. Aegwynn.

He is more dangerous now than before.

Once he is angered, even with Black's protection, the Eredar twins will be in a very dangerous situation.

The twins' obedience made Old Man Sachiel very satisfied, and it made him seem to have returned to the good old days when he was the principal of the Secret Academy.

Then, he looked at the trembling Archmage Imira. When he saw this familiar figure, the flames in Sakir's eyes suddenly rose.

The crazy old man shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Imira! I just heard you claim to be a graduate of the Arcane Academy? It seems that you, the poor little guy, finally enlightened after I was betrayed and died for a hundred years?

Where is your graduation thesis?

Show it to me! "

The Lightcast Archmage, who had been haggard by the bullying behavior of the Eredar twins just now, couldn't hold back any longer when she heard this. Her feet weakened and she collapsed there.

She covered her face.

I even cried after a few seconds.

She whined and said:

"Okay, I admit, my stupid qualifications are not enough to complete the graduation examination.

Teacher Sakir, I'm sorry, I failed to live up to your expectations. I ran away secretly. After the demons invaded Argus, I wanted to protect the people so I slipped out of the academy and escaped by accident. The destruction of the academy.

Later, when he was chased by demons, he was rescued by Ms. Zella, and then he joined the Legion of Light.

I'm just a pathetic undergrad.

Dean, wuwuwu, please stop scolding me. I tried really hard, but I just couldn’t pass the exam. I failed more than a hundred times.

I'm really desperate. "

She cried so miserably that it made people sad to hear her and shed tears when she saw her. It also made Blake feel the same, as if he was reminded of those sad years when he was bombarded by Dean Lanyue's tactics.

The stinky pirate gave a rare sigh, but Old Man Sachiel's reaction was beyond expectations.

He did not scold this undergraduate who had concealed his past. The crazy initiate stepped forward, stretched out his hand amidst the astonished gazes of the others, and gently placed it on Imira's head.

He said hoarsely in the voice of a vicious villain:

"If you didn't pass, you didn't pass. Why are you crying, silly kid.

Your efforts can be seen by everyone in the academy, and I can also see it. This is why you failed to pass the assessment many times but still have not been expelled.

The fact that you can enter the academy means you have talent. If you don't want to be ordinary, you just put too much pressure on yourself.

Come on, stand up.

My best student betrayed me and killed me with his own hands, but my worst student still persists in fighting the devil more than 20,000 years later, never giving in.

You are not a disgrace to the Academy, little Imira.

Those weaklings who think they are powerful are the biggest shame in the history of my academy, and I am coming back this time to clean up the academy.

stand up!

Stop crying!

Your Academy and your Dean need you to continue to serve the magical heritage of the eredar civilization. "

"Uh-huh."

Old Man Saqil's true feelings made the Ereda twins widen their eyes. They both lowered their heads in shame. What Old Man Saqil just said was a mockery of "excellent graduates" like them.

Obviously, after experiencing the tragic betrayal and pain, Thaqir no longer judged the merits of a student based on so-called talent and intelligence.

From an educator's perspective, this is undoubtedly a great change.

This also released the regret that Ms. Imira had buried in her heart. She cried and threw herself into Saqir's arms, just like a helpless student who had found the most solid shelter.

And the old man Saqir, who has been crazy for countless years, patted the shoulders of the crying students like a qualified mentor. After a few touching seconds, the enlightener said hoarsely:

"Of course, while your persistence is touching, the rules of the Mysterious Academy still cannot be desecrated. As an undergraduate, you still need to continue to accept the graduation assessment.

Until you fully graduate.

Don't worry, my disciple, although the Arcana Academy has been destroyed, I have rebuilt the legacy of the Arcana Academy in a great academy in Azeroth. You will be the last student of the old era to be admitted with honor.

After we finish this battle, I will ask Dean Blue Moon to issue a special admission notice for you, and I will also ask my top spellcasters in the Grand Wizard Salon to be your teachers.

You must study hard there and obtain the title of 'Grand Arcanist' as soon as possible, so as to bring glory to the inheritance of our Arcana Academy. "

Seeing the "kind" look on the lunatic initiate, Archmage Imira, who was very moved just now, was completely dumbfounded.

She didn't expect that more than 20,000 years after her school was bombed, she would still be going to school at the "advanced age" of more than 20,000 years old? Or do you want to transfer to another planet to get an academic title that sounds scary?

Oh my god.

Is this the punishment of the Holy Light for dishonest people?

"Aha, do you need an admission notice? You told me earlier, so you don't need to trouble Dean Lan Yue with such a small matter. Come on, I'll write one for you now."

Blake came over and winked to join in the fun.

Under Archmage Imira's desperate gaze, this alien pirate took out a blank piece of official paper from his bag and scrawled on it the contents of the admission notice, and then picked up his personal seal and printed it on it. Once stamped, he gave it to Old Man Saqir, who also wrote his own text in the recommender column as the Grand Master of the Warlock School and stamped it.

This means that Ms. Imira, the Lightforge Archmage, has also become a new student at the glorious Narthalas Academy of Magic.

Imira held the heavy admission notice and was about to cry without tears as the Ereda twins looked at her with weird smiles.

Blake and Old Man Saqil whispered a few words, and finally the old man came forward to find Mograine to discuss Imira's "original issue."

Obviously, they want to cancel Imira from the Legion of Light, and then transfer her to Azeroth's academic status, so that she can truly break away from the Legion of Light.

Old Man Thakir trusted Black's ability in "danger perception". The pirates said that the Legion of Light was not a good place, so the old man would not let his last student stay here.

This is the basic quality of an educator.

"Oh, little sister, we will be colleagues from now on."

The trio of warlocks gathered around the exhausted Imila. The evil eyes looked up and down at Ms. Imila's tall and curvy figure. They patted her chest and boasted to Imila:

"In the future, if someone bullies you when you enroll in school, you can tell me by my name. I am a serious tutor of the Warlock School and I have great power. I am not bragging. My name will be used in the Warlock and Mage Schools. very.

I am also familiar with the instructor there, so he can help me. "

"Don't listen to his bragging, little sister."

Zarak snorted, made a cool gesture and said:

"Evil Eye is just plotting something against you. The one who really needs to be a teacher is our Lord Zalak. The warlock class I led ranked third in the academic competition of Nathalas Academy last quarter!

If you have any questions that you don't understand in the future, just come to my office and see me, and I will try my best to help you answer them. "

"Well"

Ms. Imira, the last student of the Arcane Academy, glanced at the two evil sorcerers in front of her.

She sighed helplessly, reached out and flicked her fingers, and two balls of light flew out and hit Xieyan and Zarak, binding them instantly and lifting them into the air.

The Archmage put his hands on his hips and said seriously:

"Although I didn't pass the graduation exam, I have been fighting in the Legion of Light for more than 20,000 years. You two, I don't think I need your help in magic.

From now on, you must call me ‘Senior Sister’ with full respect! do you know? "

"Okay, okay, your 'classmate relationship' will be discussed later. Now, get ready to disembark!"

Blake glanced at the vast ruins of the academy below, moved his neck, and shouted to the people around him.

Amid the cheers of old Brian, who was excited and eager to start digging for antiquities, a group of people rushed towards the transmission cabin.

Blake was the last to leave.

As he left the observation deck, Zella's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. The Mother of Light still had the same baby voice as before, but this time it was a little more serious.

She said to Blake:

"Mac'Aree hides terrible darkness. There is a reason why I have always asked the Legion of Light not to come near here. Lord Black, those darkness may not hurt you, but my followers are not exempt from the threat it brings.

Please protect them. "

"I will."

Blake said seriously:

"I also hope you keep your promise, Zella, I said I will take my friends off the ship, you promised me before. The Holy Light Legion may lose an Archbishop

I will use the facts to break open his heart that is dusted by the Holy Light. "

"Maybe you think my approach is too forced, but I just want to protect them in the dangerous sea of ​​stars."

Zella didn't retort much, she just said something with a regretful tone and retracted her thoughts.

The pirate shook his head and did not comment on this. He looked back at Zenidal's magnificent command platform, where the Holy Light Demon King Salokson was sorting out documents.

The two of them looked at each other without looking at each other, just passing each other like strangers.

A few minutes later, standing under the clear light of Mac'Aree as clear as Azeroth, Blake watched as the Zenidar flew into the sky and disappeared.

He knew that the next time he waited for the ship, the Legion of Holy Light would undergo a drastic change.

Behind him, a group of people who landed on the surface of Macaire have begun intense operations, but the first difficulty before them is how to reach the Arcane Academy on the edge of the mountain through this land that has no demons but is still very dangerous. entrance.

There really aren't many demons active on this land, but everywhere you look, there are Draenei War Guards wandering around.

These mechanical creations are very similar to the golems that the spellcasters of Dalaran and Suramar are good at crafting, but they are far larger and more destructive than similar creations in Azeroth.

The whole body of these guys is made of Astral Steel, a specialty of Agus. Their very simple streamlined bodies are dotted with magical gem mechanisms. The shortest among them is five meters tall, and some are more than ten meters tall. The colossus wanders around in this meadow where the grass grows and the warblers fly, as if driven mad.

The half-weathered demonic skeletons around them proved just how dangerous these insane guards could be.

"When the Arcane Academy was destroyed, the center that managed these gem guards was also destroyed. They wandered tirelessly on the land of Mac'Aree, faithfully executing the final orders given to them by the Academy's Grand Archon, Ms. Verala. .

That is to say, kill all intruders who approach the academy without permission. "

Imira half-knelt down sadly beside the remains of a student guard that had been destroyed by the demon. She said to everyone around her:

"I have personally seen the mechanical legions of the academy guards fighting with the devil's vanguard on this land. They were extremely brave and defeated the demons, but they were unable to save the mysterious academy that created them.

I saw with my own eyes that the demonized Archimonde destroyed that place with a dangerous and strange magic.

It seems that we must defeat them all the way to enter that sad place. "

Thal'kiel shook his head.

The old man stepped forward with the Headwind Reaper on his back. He took out a strange-shaped gem from his bag and held it in front of him, and issued a special instruction. Soon, under the gaze of everyone, those crazy robots wandering around started to scream. They came together with a clang, their already damaged mechanical circuits scanning Thaqir.

A few seconds later, the first giant guard lowered his head to Thaqir in a half-kneeling posture, and the remaining guards also stopped their dangerous attacks.

"Look, the creations of the academy still remember their masters, just like this earth still remembers me."

In this shocking scene, Thaqir turned around, opened his arms towards the people behind him, and with the flames beating, he shouted like a real psycho:

"Loyal MacKaele, after thousands of years of absence, your master is back!"