Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Black Shaw? What a weird name. Do your parents hate you? Why would they give you such a name?"

The administrator, logistics officer and dormitory master of Narthalas College, the elf mage Felrich, said in a lazy tone to Black, who was wearing a Corruptor robe in front of him:

"You said you are a human? I have never heard of this race. Do you want to change your name to an elf? So that you won't be bullied by those 'bad boys'."

"No need, just register this name."

Black was leaning on the staff of domination, and under the full-covering visor of the Corruptor's robe, he said in a low voice:

"I'm not afraid of being bullied. I'm here to learn magic. The seniors and sisters want to teach me magic, but I can't get it."

"Another arrogant apprentice. I have probably guessed your ending."

The dormitory director, who had a serious face, looked like a drowned Fairridge with a regretful expression, and casually touched the head of his ghost cat, who was also drowned.

With a very brilliant penmanship, he registered Blake's name on the apprentice roster that had not been updated for ten thousand years, and threw a crescent key to him.

The library director next to Fairridge, the indifferent elf mage Lord Tyrion, said in a businesslike tone:

“Dorm No. 13 is where you will live from now on.

I don't care how you make trouble outside, but magic is not allowed in the dormitory. You must wear your clothes at all times except in the classroom and training ground.

I'll do a surprise inspection.

Any apprentice who is disheveled will be punished to copy grimoires.

Talking about you!

No throwing fireballs indoors! "

The curator must be an unpleasant guy. While he was talking to Blake, he saw two reckless apprentices having a quarrel in the hall ahead and throwing fireballs at each other.

He scolded, took out his wand, and moved forward a little gracefully.

Two arcane missiles flew out against Blake's body, slamming the two apprentice ghosts to the ground, shattering their souls.

But soon, the two ghosts resurrected in place.

The speed and accuracy of this spellcasting made the pirates stunned. He looked back again. In the dark and broken underground hall, the four people behind him were standing next to a large puddle where the dome collapsed.

There was a collapsed column next to it.

The originally bright and gorgeous halls around them are now dilapidated, with rubble scattered everywhere. The bookshelves filled with magic books are even more rotten, and many precious magic books are scattered everywhere.

The fairy magic lamp on the wall has also been extinguished for ten thousand years.

But looking at the exquisite shape of the rusty wall lamp, you can tell that the casters here must have put a lot of thought into making these lamps.

This is not too bad.

The worst thing is that the large arch at the entrance to the Magic Academy, which represents the best and most outstanding Magic Academy in the Elf Empire, has almost weathered over time.

Desolation is not enough to describe this place.

Looking at the disgusted expression on Kanrisade's side, you can tell that coming to this academy is like walking into a grave.

"Nowhere is more elegant than here to bury mules."

The little warlock looked around and complained grumblingly.

At least he still had sense, so he didn't speak in Salas language, but in human language. As a result, he was hit hard on the head by Ms. Natalie next to him.

"Be serious, the elves are watching."

She warned.

Indeed, the enrollment of the first batch of new students in ten thousand years attracted the curious onlookers of the elven apprentices in Narthalas Magic Academy who had not yet graduated after ten thousand years of wasted time.

It doesn't feel good to be surrounded by more than a hundred elves and ghosts.

With so many ghosts gathered together, the cold negative energy impact made the thin boy shudder. He was wearing a hooded robe and looked left and right at the whispering elves and ghosts.

His attention was quickly drawn to the books flying around them.

"That's the Arcane Grimoire!"

Kanrisade seemed to have discovered a new world. He pulled Natalie's sleeve beside him and exclaimed in a low voice:

"That is a tome imbued with arcane magic. When I was a child, I heard a mage from Dalaran say that such activated tomes are rare items in Dalaran.

Everyone here has a copy. "

"Don't make a fuss."

Natalie stretched out her hand, squeezed the skinny boy's shoulder hard, and said:

"Mr. Black explained before that this was the best magic academy during the Elf Empire. The upper elves have always been famous for their magic skills. Isn't it normal to have some arcane grimoires?"

"Those elf apprentices are laughing at us."

The skinny boy complained dissatisfiedly:

"They are pointing and saying that we have no ears and must be inferior creatures. These highborne are so annoying!"

"Yes, the elves are the most annoying."

Zarak, the tallest troll, said in agreement:

"I hate all elves. I don't like any elves. I want to kill them all."

"Then why did you get yourself an elf disguise?"

Kanrisad immediately retorted:

"You hate them so much, wouldn't it be better to take off your disguise, reveal your true identity as a troll, and scare them?"

"Hey, you know nothing."

Zarak snorted and looked greedily at the books around him. He said in a conspiratorial tone:

"I will secretly learn the magic skills of the elves here, turn their power into mine, and then when I return, I will use the magic they taught me to kill them all!

This is the troll’s revenge, this is”

"What are you talking about?"

Before Zarak finished speaking, he heard an indifferent voice scolding:

"Where did the wild elves come from? Can't they speak Sarathian? If not, I will ask you, an unlearned guy, to go out. Narthalath Magic Academy does not accept illiterate people!"

It was a high-level elf mage wearing a blue robe and a flaming crown.

He is also a ghost and looks very strict.

She was already dissatisfied with the whispers between the five freshmen. She held a gorgeous wand in her hand, and the majestic arcane magic was already shining on the head of the wand.

Seeing this scene, Zarak, who had been tough just now, immediately grinned and replied flatteringly in weird Salas:

"I can speak Sarasin. Tutor, when can we start learning magic?"

"Learning magic? Just you?"

The indifferent elf mentor laughed, and a group of elf apprentices nearby also burst into laughter, as if they were looking forward to watching some good show.

"My name is Deliana, and I am the counselor and class teacher for your batch of apprentices."

The indifferent mentor looked at the five newcomers in front of her. With a harsh tone unique to the upper elf, she said to the apprentices in front of her:

"Nathras Academy has a complete teaching system. For students like you who already have a foundation in spellcasting, your spellcasting ability must be assessed before formal admission.

If you can't pass, you will be assigned to a basic class with other losers and learn from scratch!

I’m talking about you!

What are you laughing laughing!

What are all the losers who haven't graduated in ten thousand years doing here? They all went to copy the entry-level arcane grimoire for me. Each person copied it three times and handed it over to my office in the evening. "

As the instructor spoke, he shouted to the group of bastard apprentices who were watching the fun beside him.

She was so majestic that the group of apprentices who would never graduate in 10,000 years looked at each other and immediately lost interest in watching the excitement. They all headed towards their dormitories with their heads raised.

Blake also heard an elf ghost complaining:

"It's not our fault that we can't graduate in ten thousand years. It's obviously because the magic thread of the Well of Eternity is broken."

"That's right, how can we conduct the graduation assessment when the magic thread is broken? Instructor Deliana went too far. She revised the graduation standards for spellcasting runes seven times!

Now there are twelve layers of arcane runes.

Grand Magister Elisande can't finish the painting in one go even when he comes here. This is obviously to prevent us from graduating. "

"I copy grimoires every day. I have almost copied all the books in the library, but Dean Lanyue still has to give me homework."

"The students in this college are living in dire straits."

The pirates were frightened when they heard this.

Suddenly I felt that I seemed to have underestimated the difficulty of stealing the Tidestone fragments from this magic academy.

That's right, the Tide Stone, which was broken by Azshara back then, has been stored in the treasure house of Nathalas College for these ten thousand years, and is personally kept by Dean Elya Blue Moon.

The pirate is not crazy and wants to learn magic. He is here for the fragments of the Tide Stone.

But it’s simply not realistic to fight all the way in.

Not to mention these elven ghost instructors, each of whom has the strength of a high-level spell caster, the dean lady who has not yet appeared alone is probably a legendary spell caster.

Blake didn't even think about using force to resolve this matter.

With all the power he has at hand, he probably won't be able to break into this world-famous magic academy ten thousand years ago, so he can only outwit it!

While he was thinking about it, the magic test of Instructor Deliana behind him had already begun.

"Unqualified!"

The orc warlock Xie Yan relied on himself as a high-level warlock and was the first to come up to "perform". As a result, he was scolded by the elf mentor as soon as he threw a sacrifice on the magic dummy.

"I've never seen this magic before.

But I only need to sense your casting method to know that the magic power you use on this mana model is four magic scales higher than the standard for accurately releasing it. "

Ms. Deliana said seriously:

"This represents your poor spell-casting habits, wrong perception of magic, rigid brutality when casting spells, and disrespect for magic!

Also, your casting method is too crude.

The magic filling of the fourth, seventh, and thirteenth nodes of the mana model is uneven, causing the destructive power of this fire magic to decrease, and you must forget all your previous spell-casting actions and habits.

I will start from the first lesson and correct your bad habits bit by bit. "

"I don't accept it!"

Seeing that he was criticized for being useless, Xie Yan immediately shouted angrily:

"You don't know Warlock magic at all! You are just relying on your status to suppress me. I have seen this kind of thing too many times in the Shadow Council, you..."

"Buzz"

Faced with Evil Eye's retort, the indifferent Deliana drew out her crystal wand and threw a spell at the magic dummy like a conductor directing music.

Surprisingly, it was the sacrifice that Evil Eye had released before.

Although sacrifice is only the simplest kind of magic among warlocks, this elf learned it after just one glance. This is a bit too much.

"Are you convinced?"

The elf asked proudly.

Xie Yan stared blankly at the red flames burning on the magic dummy. He was speechless. It was four levels less than the magic power he used. The mana model was perfectly filled, and the destructive power was a few points higher.

Most importantly, this spellcasting action is so elegant.

So elegant that it puts the orc warlock to shame. Ah, does the evil and dark warlock magic have such an elegant way to release it?

That bastard Gul'dan lied to us!

He's a fucking master warlock.

"Teacher, I'm convinced, I want to learn this."

Xieyan lowered his head and said sincerely, but the female elf ghost sneered and said:

"You can learn what you want? First go to the basic class to lay a solid foundation!"

"Next!"

She called out, and the next one was Zalak, the giant magician.

This guy was taught by Evil Eye. Seeing that Evil Eye was so embarrassed by the attacks from the elves, the troll was frightened before even casting the spell.

"Well, my manners are good, and I can barely pass the test. Others are not as good as that guy just now! Go to the basic class and copy the arcane grimoire three times first."

Instructor Deliana was quite satisfied with Zalak's spellcasting manner.

After all, he was once a priest of Loa, and he knew his manners and temperament very well.

But other aspects are too bad.

Troll, Out!

"I give up. I think I'm not capable enough. I'll go to the basic class."

The third one was Black, but after seeing what happened to the first two unlucky guys, the "self-taught" Black decisively raised his hands and gave up taking part in the spellcasting ability assessment.

In terms of attainments in warlock magic, he is not as good as the Evil Eye.

This poisonous elf is so strict, he will definitely not be able to pass the test, so there is no need to humiliate himself.

"Huh, I'm pretty self-aware."

Deliana glanced at Blake, a smile appeared on her arrogant face, and said:

"Keep this good attitude. The prerequisite for truly learning something is to admit your shortcomings. But I don't like the slutty tone when you speak, so...

Arcane Grimoire, copied five times!

Hopefully this will teach you how to talk to your mentor.

Next. "

The pirate clenched his fists for a moment and glanced at Deliana's neck and other fatal parts. He spent a second and suppressed the urge to draw out his dagger and kill the elf ghost.

They were obviously words of encouragement, but they had to be said in such a derogatory tone.

These Highborne are such a bunch of nuisances!

Maybe I should change my plan. If I throw the lives of those incompetent wastes here as cannon fodder, I should be able to barely break through here.

Alas, the ghosts of these highborne elves are shrouded in curses, and they can still be resurrected after being killed, which is really troublesome!

Besides, going to school is really annoying.

Blake sighed and looked melancholy at the collapsed dome above his head. He was not a good student in his past life or this life.