Shadow Trails in Azeroth

There is a towering watchtower on the coast of the north island of Tol Barad. It was originally part of the island's defense system, but was mostly destroyed during the Orc War.

The base of the tower is still there, but the upper part has been torn apart like a strong wind.

The warlocks are planning to rebuild this abandoned watchtower and transform it into their stronghold in Tol Barad.

Although the reconstruction plan of Narthalas College has left a teaching place for the Warlock School, the paper plans and design drawings are still very grand.

However, when rebuilding a famous school that has lasted for thousands of years, the mage school and research institutions must be built first, and the sorcerer school, which is weak and has no sense of existence, should be built later.

And according to the strict construction methods of the upper elves, the Warlock Academy would not be built within two or three years.

Before that, the warlocks always had to have a stronghold to carry out teaching work, as well as perform some evil magic operations, summon demons or study evil energies.

These magics cannot be performed in the town of Losberg, because if you are not careful, evil energy will leak out and trigger a demonic invasion. After searching for it, this abandoned watchtower is the most suitable.

To be honest, Dean Lanyue and her tutors did not leave the sewers of the academy as a teaching place for the warlocks, which was a great honor to them.

The stinky warlocks can't complain, they should be grateful.

"Our faction represents the new life of the Warlock School, and it must have a handsome name."

At dusk, the "first lesson" taught by Black himself to the six apprentices was in progress, and the trio of warlocks who reunited started doing flower activities again.

They gathered together and chatted about the name of the school.

"I propose to call it the 'Final Meeting'!"

Xie Yan leaned on his beloved "dog staff" and casually threw a low-quality soul stone to the big mouth of the solidified demon at the top of his staff to devour it, while saying with a serious expression:

"This name is very good. I came up with it after thinking hard all the time. End everything and everything will wither!"

"It's better to call it 'The Withering Society'. Wouldn't it be more domineering? You have been thinking all the time and came up with such a bad name. You are so proud. Sure enough, when the green skin thinks about it, the gods will laugh.

The problem with your brains full of muscles has not been cured. "

The skinny boy stroked his proud magic jewelry. He put on his hood and said in a conspiratorial tone:

"I have actually considered this issue along the way. Why don't we call ourselves the 'Twilight Monks' or the 'Twilight Sect'? There is a hint of decay and loneliness in our literature and art, which is very suitable for us warlocks who walk the dark road."

"Not good, not good!"

Zarak swayed his hands and tossed the Loa bone dice up and down in his hands. The giant magician wearing a mask smiled slyly and said:

"You have no idea what the captain did in Northrend. He killed a real demigod! He also humiliated the weak and cunning Loa in the dark land of Zul'Drak.

I am a bystander, so our faction name must reflect the captain's dark power.

It’s better to call it ‘God Killing Society’.”

"Snapped"

The three high-level warlocks chatted so enthusiastically that they seriously disrupted the classroom discipline.

The great master warlock who was giving lessons to his apprentices was extremely angry. He raised his hand and threw a "Psychic Plague" at him, plus a "Psychic Explosion" detonated by three shadow black balls.

The cool and gloomy shadow magic created a black light that whipped the soul in his hands. Repeated lashings were like black magic tentacles growing out of the pirate's left arm.

This sudden magic caused violent shocks in the ears and hearts of the three high-level warlocks. The three bastards were so overwhelmed that they covered their heads and howled endlessly. The giant magician sprayed blood from his nose and shouted:

"The captain is about to withdraw his magic, we can't hold on any longer."

"I am a rigorous educator. If I am not serious in my class, this is what I will end up with!"

Blake said something in a cold tone, withdrew the magic power of the soul whipping, coughed a few times, turned his head in a friendly manner, and said to the six warlock apprentices:

"Come on, let's continue with the fourth mana model variant of 'Shadow Arrow'. I call it 'Shadow Blast', which I got inspiration from the magic theory of Mentor Farodis of the Academy Mage School.

Well, now that we’ve said it.

After class, you will go to the South Island to find the librarian and borrow the magic book I just mentioned. You must learn to draw parallels.

Three days later, there will be an in-class exam on the ‘Multiple Mana Models of Fire Impact’.

One more thing.

The 'Preliminary Interpretation of Shadow Arrow's Mana Model' taught in this class will also have an in-class exam, which will take place in ten minutes, so you'd better listen carefully just now.

I hope you took notes.

You'd better take notes. "

The pirate knocked on the blackboard with his sickle staff, which was filled with various uncomplicated mana model variations in Salas language.

Upon hearing the bad news, the dwarf warlock Wilfred, who had been wandering around in class just now, turned pale, and the little girl beside him, Bijuka, looked even more confused.

She and the dwarf warlock were the two "self-taught" people present, and they were also the only two who didn't understand Salas.

What the pirates drew on the blackboard was like a bible to them.

"Nathras Academy teaches in the ancient Saras language, and all their documents are written in Saras language, including textbooks."

Anaris Yuejun, who was next to Bijuka, reminded him in a "friendly" way:

"If you don't know how to do it, then you have to learn it quickly. From what I know about the captain, his 'patience' for these trivial matters usually doesn't last more than three days.

You don't need to be proficient, but you should at least be able to understand some common sense about magic.

You see, little sister, I am an elf and Thalassian is my mother tongue. I have some secret methods of Suramar that can allow you to learn this complex language overnight.

I'd love to teach you too.

but."

The girl from Yue County rubbed her fingers and made a universal gesture. The female pirate covered her mouth and chuckled:

"If you are interested, come find me on my boat after class. My boat is easy to find. The most beautiful boat in the dock is my 'Pride of Yuejun'.

Remember to bring money or something else of value. "

When Yue County's small business just opened, Blake also took out the test papers he had prepared long ago from his luggage and handed them out. At the same time, he assigned a "very small amount" of homework to the six apprentices.

"Is this homework for the week?"

The short troll Dakuru looked at the stack of papers in front of him, scratched his head and said:

"I write one piece a day and finish it in a week. Well, it's quite easy."

The Sparks couple beside him hesitated for a moment, and Wendell Sparks whispered to the "optimistic" troll:

"No, this is a day's work. According to my observation at Nathalas College, we have one night to finish it, and it needs to be handed in before class tomorrow morning."

"!!!"

When the optimistic Dakuru heard the news, his eyes suddenly widened.

The other students were also trembling.

Grand Master Black looked at the distorted expressions on the faces of his apprentices, and suddenly felt the weird and dark "refreshment" in his heart.

When Dean Lanyue assigned herself homework, she must have felt the same way, right?

Ah, dear mentor, I have learned your words and deeds. I will definitely use the way you taught me, and I will definitely use the thousands of years of tradition of Nathalas College to teach my disciples with all my heart.

The evil-minded pirate thought so, and the corners of his mouth curved in a satisfied arc.

He thought for a while and then said to the apprentices who were taking the test:

"By the way, I have some good news for you."

Black held the sickle staff, spread his hands, and said happily to the high-level, low-level and warlock apprentices in front of him:

"Seven days later, as a subordinate school of Narthalas College, we will go to Dalaran to participate in a magic visit. As the grand master of the Warlock School, I will select a few people to accompany us.

So you are blessed.

We advocate practical teaching here, so in the next seven days, there will be three classroom tests and one practical confrontation every day. Those who pass all will be qualified to go to Dalaran with me to teach those mages a lesson.

You can't pass it

My devil has been having a stomachache recently and I really want a change of taste.

I see how tender and juicy all of you are, and it will definitely be satisfied. "

The pirate's words were like a gust of wind blowing across the spire platform.

It made everyone, including the three warlocks, shudder. The dwarf warlock Wilfred, who was continuously frightened, thought the pirate was joking, and he laughed awkwardly.

But he soon noticed that the three high-level warlocks had begun to silently take out various materials and prepare for battle. He immediately realized that the warlock master was not joking.

The silence of the apprentices dissatisfied the Master Warlock.

He knocked on the sickle staff in his hand, and a demon portal opened next to it, and the big-eyed demon Glazer swayed out of it.

Its seven eyes looked at the group of warlocks in front of it. Then, it heard its master commanding the group of people in front of it:

"The entrance test of the Warlock School will be held in ten minutes. You are all carefully selected elites. If your performance cannot satisfy my beholder, then I will be very disappointed.

But I am a very generous person.

You still have a chance to make corrections. After all, even geniuses need time to grow.

But if your performance is really bad for seven consecutive days, then you should pay more attention in the next life.

You three, follow me. "

Blake waved his finger and led his trio of warlocks down the teaching platform. The three warlocks had just seen the captain showing off his power, and now they were filled with doubts.

Troll Zarak asked cautiously:

"Captain, the magic you just used was not a warlock's magic, right? It looks like the shadow priest's spell used by Ms. Natalie, the ship's doctor, to me?

When did you learn this? "

"No, I didn't learn it, I just used it."

Blake smiled proudly.

The pirate looked around and opened his robe, allowing the three men of different races to admire the strong muscles and sexy tattoos on his upper body.

These three warlocks are all truly their own people.

They all also participated in Black's demon transformation experiment. When they saw the shining magic patterns on their captain's body, they were all shocked.

But after the shock comes ecstasy!

The captain's magic has been completed, so as participants, they have to work hard without any credit, right? They are also entitled to enjoy the sweet fruits of this victory!

"Blessed are you three losers."

Blake fastened the buttons of his robe with graceful movements and said to the three warlocks who were drooling in front of him:

"Take time during these seven days to find Deliana and Netir. They will be responsible for engraving you with basic magic patterns, and each of you will choose your most powerful contracted demon to be your 'inner demon'.

No matter what you do, I have only one request.

Before going to Dalaran, I must master this magic! If misfortune gets out of hand, Marius Magister will be happy to help end your suffering.

Also, when we come back from Dalaran and the warlock apprentices come over, the three of you will also become school instructors and take on teaching duties.

I'll teach those six guys myself, and you can teach the rest.

From now on, let me clean up all your bad habits.

After all, you have to be a teacher, and it doesn't matter at sea. But whoever dares to mess around in the academy and embarrass my new school of magicians, I will kill him with my own hands and throw him to the Naqfar as a ship slave. "

The trio of warlocks nodded in ecstasy. Seeing Black about to leave, Evil Eye hurriedly said:

"Captain, we have a name for our school of thought, let's call it..."

"Black Scythe Hermitage?"

Blake asked rhetorically.

The three warlocks looked at each other and finally gave thumbs up at the same time and said:

"It's better to have this name given by the captain."

"Well, I know you three understand me best."

The pirate nodded with satisfaction and summoned his hippogryph to fly over. He waved his hand and said:

"You guys are watching here. Give me a report tonight. I want to know the various situations of the six apprentices so that I can arrange the future teaching plan."

After saying that, he flew towards the Nagfar amid the roar of the hippogryph.

Three warlocks were left looking at each other.

After confirming that the captain had left, the skinny boy complained:

"It's true that we are warlocks, but our faces are not dark either. Although everyone is indeed not very lucky, I am actually not satisfied with this name."

"Then why don't you go tell the captain? See if he will pick up his soul-eating black scythe and chop you."

"Uh, forget it, I don't dare."