Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"The Hermit" Metrie, a legendary figure.

He was an upper elf spellcaster of unknown origin who was active in the era between one thousand and two thousand years before the War of the Ancients. He was unknown at first. In fact, Lord Maitri's name was mentioned throughout the history and end of the Elven Empire. Not many people know.

He seems to have been deliberately avoiding leaving his name in history, and even deliberately avoiding contact with other contemporaries.

But there is no doubt that Maitri is a very powerful spellcaster and a pure explorer in pursuit of arcane truth. He left many unknown works scattered throughout the empire. After the end of the Elven Empire and the collapse of the Well of Eternity, , the upper elf's magic system suffered a terrible blow and has never recovered.

Later, the Quel'dorei elves who claimed to be the heirs of the empire found these very advanced works in the rubble of the empire, and then rebuilt a new spellcasting system bit by bit.

It was precisely because the Quel'dorei elves continued to search for these relics of the old era and try new magic based on those theories that they completely fell out with the night elves more than two thousand years later and finally chose to self-exile.

From this point of view, Merritt is indeed the "ancestor" of all spellcasters ten thousand years later.

Not even the most arrogant Quel'dorei magisters can deny this.

Maitri's name is filled with every textbook in Sunchaser Island Mage Academy. When the first lesson of the human mage apprentice explains the origin of magic, Maitri's name also appears repeatedly in the mouths of the instructors.

In the era of Blake's rebirth, the low-key boss in front of him was a well-known figure in the magic circle.

Many mages who study ancient history in later generations will have a lot of speculation about Maitri's low-key style. Some people say that Master Maitri is born with a heart to pursue the truth and is not burdened by worldly things. Others say that Master Maitri studied The theory was deviant in Azshara's time, and the master chose to live in seclusion to avoid accountability from the elven court.

In short, the spell casters of later generations are accustomed to blessing the ancestors with various beautiful auras to reflect the elegance and power of their inheritance.

But only those spellcasters who are lucky enough to have truly come into contact with the direct lineage of Master Maitri are qualified to know the truth.

The reason why Maitri chose to live in seclusion is simple.

This patriarch of later generations of mages was a "severe social phobia" and suffered from almost incurable autism.

He chose to stay away from mainstream elf society not because he was unwilling to discuss those wild and wonderful ideas with his peers, nor because he had an indifferent personality and was unwilling to accept the Queen's recruitment. Which spellcaster in his right mind would refuse a royal laboratory that is perfect enough to conduct all experiments?

It's not that Maitri doesn't want this, it's just that the pressure of contacting and making friends with strangers makes this master overwhelmed. Perhaps in his eyes, cracking the secret to the arcane force is more important than talking to an enthusiastic guy. Words are much easier.

Well, the truth is so plain and simple.

As for how Blake knew so clearly.

Nonsense, his mentor Elya Blue Moon is the only direct disciple of Master Merritt. If you follow this line down, the low-key spellcaster in front of you is the serious master of Pirate Pirates.

Although Dean Lanyue was not very willing to reveal some of his tutor's quirks, the pirate had learned magic from the dean for so many years and had done so many years of papers. Even from the few words that the dean occasionally said, Black could piece together Mate. This is a basic character design of Master Li.

Black also learned through Quel'dorei's channels that the low-key Maitri had actually taken action many times during the War of the Ancients. It was said that the survivors of Elre'Thalas, Sundara City, and other small elven city-states were all related to this man. There is a direct relationship with the master.

He became completely reclusive after the establishment of a night elf-dominated society.

Because the Kaldorei forbids all research on arcane magic, and for a pure person like Maitri, not letting him study magic theory is simply more uncomfortable than killing him.

According to the notes left by Dath'Remar Sunstrider, Metri has been traveling outside the elven kingdom after the Ancient War. At the latest, when the Quel'dorei elves were in self-exile, they could still find this in the Eastern Continent. A scroll left by an old mage.

No one knows where his soul ended up.

The elves speculated that Master Maitri conducted a bold experiment when he was about to die, transforming his body into elements through a mysterious ancient power, thereby permanently leaving the material world.

Or maybe the old mage finally died alone in a remote place.

But until Black traveled through time, there was a secret team in Nathalas College that had been searching for traces of Maitri all over the world. That team was personally commanded by Dean Blue Moon.

Obviously, the dean did not believe that his powerful mentor would disappear from the world without leaving a trace.

But Black really didn't expect that he would actually see the Grandmaster appear during this ancient journey, although he did know that Maitri showed up to help the resistance at the last moment of the original Suramar battle.

Mainly because I didn't think about it.

The pirate grinned.

He maintained that respectful posture, waiting for Master's question, but he was a "stranger" to Maitri, and this strange guy was so "enthusiastic", which directly poked the deepest fear in Master's heart. corner of.

"Yeah! Don't come over!"

He let out a scream of terror, and disappeared in front of Black's eyes with a whoosh like a frightened beast, leaving only a stunned pirate in a mess in the wind of evil energy.

"Your symptoms of isolation and social anxiety seem to be much more serious than the instructor's understatement."

Blake twitched her mouth.

He did not chase after him immediately, but gave his master some time to "accept reality". He believed that a great arcanist had enough sense to calm himself down quickly.

During the few seconds of waiting, the pirate felt the remaining aura in front of him. As expected, almost invisible elements would escape wherever Maitri went.

That comes directly from his "source of power" at this time.

The mouth-splitting ancient arcane element Aluneth was later summoned by Magna Aegwynn and crafted into the Staff of Aluneth the Guardian.

The conclusion of this mysterious arcane element gave Master Metrie almost inexhaustible arcane magic power, allowing him to cast powerful magic without relying on the Well of Eternity, and without being affected by the outside world. A profound and detailed study of pure arcane energy without magical interference.

But even 10,000 years later, no mage can explain how Maitri broke the elemental barrier alone, summoned Alunes, and signed a magical contract with an ancient arcane element powerful enough to blow up a city.

This is completely impossible to do, even in ten thousand years.

"Is it almost done?"

The pirate took out his pocket watch and checked the time. He snapped his fingers, and a dark purple rift in the void opened behind him like the mouth of an abyssal beast that swallowed him whole.

Almost in an instant, Blake crossed the Great Plains of Suramar and Val'sharah Forest, crossed Mount Hyjal, and finally arrived in a hidden woodland in Ashenvale.

He stepped out of the endlessly swaying wind of the void, and what he saw before him was a panicked social fear elf carrying a big baggage and preparing to escape.

Obviously, the void beacon he had placed on Maitri had been discovered by the other party.

"I really don't mean any harm, Master! Look, this is my admission certificate! It was signed by Dean Lan Yue himself. It also has the seal of the first dean, which is your seal."

Blake yelled and threw the rolled-up scroll over, letting it float in front of Maitri, who had already begun to use the cross-continental teleportation technique.

The thing unfolded lightly, allowing the masked Social Terrorist to see the words on it, and it also caused him to pause in his magic movements.

In this quiet woodland, the pirate maintained a funny posture with his hands raised in the air, trying hard to make the smile on his face look sincere and harmless.

But any knowledgeable guy can fully understand the meaning of power represented by the brisk steps he just walked out of the wind of void.

Blake rolled his eyes, coughed twice, and whispered:

"Furthermore, even if you teleport yourself to Argus, I can follow you there. I'm not bragging, but Master, your escape is obviously meaningless in front of a god who is proficient in void travel.

I don't mean to hurt you, I just want to meet and chat with you, I don't mean any harm. "

"I know you don't mean any harm, I just..."

Master Maitri whispered something, and he seemed to want to explain, but the stubborn resistance to talking to other people in his heart made him shut up again.

His eyes under the mask looked at Black suspiciously, and after thinking for several seconds, he waved his hand to dissipate the cross-continental teleportation technique that had advanced to the final stage.

The understatement, the effortless casting movements and the complex mana model dissipated like sand at the fingertips without releasing any counterattack energy made the pirate frown.

Good guy.

Perhaps his master is not as good as Azshara in terms of destructive power, but when it comes to spell casting skills, Azshara, who is now relying on the Well of Eternity to fight head-on, is no match for him.

You are really, as those crazy fans have touted you ten thousand years from now, you are a rare spellcasting wizard who is rare to see in ten thousand years.

"This is a letter of admission."

Maitri reached out and held Blake's admission certificate. He suddenly noticed the most critical part and said doubtfully:

"Why is the timestamp seven years from the Dark Portal? This way of dating is very strange. You come from the future?"

"Ten thousand years from now, to be precise."

Blake told the truth:

"I'm here to do something, Master. It's a small chance that I'll meet you, but if you can take a photo with me, I believe the dean will be very happy when I go back."

"Nathras Academy will survive ten thousand years from now?"

Maitri hesitated for a moment, seemed to have summoned up great courage, lowered his head and said to Blake:

"I went to Azsuna to see that the academy was destroyed. Azshara destroyed it, but I didn't see Little Blue Moon. Did you save her? Did you change her destiny?

Wouldn't this trigger a counterattack from the timeline? "

"Well, it seems that Master Master has also studied time magic. I guess you are also proficient in some theories of the prophecy school. This is great. You are indeed as knowledgeable and talented as the rumors say."

The pirate gave a small compliment, and seeing Maitri become at a loss again, Black sighed and said in a gentle tone as much as possible:

"I did not come to this era through normal means. I fell into a strange model called the Circle of Destiny. To put it simply, the past of this world is my future, so the changes I make here will not affect my past.

As long as I don't change the general trend of destiny, I am 'free' within a limited scope. "

"Wonderful theory, I probably understand it."

A flash of interest suddenly shone in Maitri's eyes.

When talking about these obscure theories, his resistance to "keep away from strangers" weakened a little, but he was still alert, like a rabbit or a deer ready to escape at any time.

"So, Master, I am not an outsider. You don't have to resist like this."

Blake spread his hands and said while clasping them:

"I saved Dean Blue Moon from the destruction of Azuna in the hope of changing her predicament ten thousand years later. If you can let down your guard, I can tell you the terrible situation she faces.

I believe that there must be people you care about in this world, and your disciples must be one of them. "

"Then tell me."

Maitri took a deep breath and said to Blake:

"Don't come any closer. Just stand there and say it. I will decide whether to go see Xiao Lanyue after listening to her. I...I have more important things to do."

If someone else said that, Blake would definitely think that guy was stalling for time.

But Maitli, a social worker, would definitely not lie. In order to show that his statement was correct, he took out an unfinished sword from his bag and explained seriously:

"I must complete the forging of this weapon. It is very important. I have seen in many prophecies that it will be the key to solving the disaster."

"That sword! Wait! Let me see it, Master."

Blake's eyes lit up, and he shouted, which startled Maitri. The master subconsciously started teleportation and suppressed his instinct to escape from others by relying on his will.

He glanced at his "disciple" who had been around for thousands of years in confusion, and reached out to pull out a section of the unfinished magic weapon.

The iconic double-edged blade, as well as the uniquely shaped guard and inscriptions on the blade made the pirate let out a sigh of relief. He glanced at Maitri and said:

"It's called Salamani, I suppose?"

"Huh?"

Maitri exclaimed in surprise:

"How do you know? I just named it last night."

"Because this sword is my sword ten thousand years later, my master. I also know that this sword has been endowed with unique characteristics. It can complete the awakening of the holy sword. The left-hand sword is called Sharathol, and the right-hand sword is Called Eremeni.”

Pirate Chip stretched out his hand to create a ball of void energy, simulating the appearance of the Elven Divine Sword ten thousand years later, and said to Maitri:

“I also know that you can’t finish it in this day and age because the smithing skills required to build it to perfection don’t exist in the physical world, right?

This world is so small, Master, I never thought that the most convenient weapon I use was also a gift from you. "

"so."

Maitri frowned behind the mask. He was silent for a long time before he spoke:

"No wonder my predictions about the future always contain all kinds of incomprehensible fallacies. So how can I accurately predict what will happen ten thousand years from now?"

Not to mention that this is related to a god. Little Lanyue actually taught a god. Well, this really makes me feel honored. "

"Have you identified yourself now?"

Black blinked and took a few tentative steps forward. His ancestor was obviously uncomfortable, but he did not "stress teleport" this time, which made the pirate smile.

He took out a dwarf camera, waved it in his hand, and said to his ancestor:

"Let's take a photo together, Patriarch, so I can take it back to show off to the dean. Don't move. Yes, that's it. Take a deep breath and don't be afraid."

"Kacha"

"Whoosh"

"Hey! Don't run away, Patriarch, you promised to go with me to see the mentor, why did you send yourself to the barren land all of a sudden! You are making it difficult for me to do this!"