Azeroth Shadow Trail

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

   Leaving aside the joys and sorrows between the father and daughter of Black, the trio of warlocks left the reception room and proceeded to the viewing platform assigned by the warlock school.

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

The three bad guys are in a good mood, because the "enrollment work" that the Warlock School has already completed has been praised by the dean. As the main executors, the three of them have also received written awards and have been officially given the status of "Lecturers". .

   This means that the position of the Warlock trio in the undead fleet has been consolidated again.

   And they finally have the official establishment of the academy, even if they are hated by the captain one day, they will not have nowhere to go if they are kicked out of the fleet.

   However, now that we have the weaving, we must work hard.

   As an ambitious trio, they are still thinking of becoming bigger and stronger in the future, and creating greater glories. The worst thing is that they have to get the title of a full-fledged Warlock School professor.

   In this way, in case of a risk that he dies, he can still go through the "employee channel" of the academy 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 viewing platform and saw a group of humans and elves surrounding the viewing platform at a glance.

   And the nominal apprentices of Black's Black Scythe Priory gathered together and confronted these guys.

  Although there was no verbal conflict between the two sides, the momentum was already set, and one of the parties was short of the lead.

   "Hey, what are you doing around here?"

   Evil Eye with a loud voice sensed that something was wrong, looked at his two evil brothers, and shouted forward.

  As a member of the Warlock School, Anaris Moonshire is holding his pirate command knife in his hand, leading his juniors and juniors to form a group to compete with unfriendly opponents.

   When she saw the trio of warlocks, Miss Yuejun's momentum suddenly increased, she shouted, and the group of guys in front of her turned back.

   "You three! Come here! Support us! These guys are looking for trouble, saying they want to learn about the way of warlocks with us, **** it!

  Today, let’s learn from each other!

   is clearly here to play! "

   When seeing the trio of warlocks approaching, these guys who came looking for trouble suddenly burst into whispers.

   Apparently, they recognized these three guys who were well-known in warlock circles.

  Although the Warlock School of Azeroth had its roots in the age of the Elf Empire, this dark and evil magic that still deals with demons has really flourished, which is what happened in the Orc War.

   Unlike traditional spellcasters who pay attention to talent and penance, the profession of warlock only requires you to be brave enough, lucky enough, intuition sharp enough, and ruthless enough to be able to mix up a good strength.

   Therefore, after the end of the Orc War, the number of warlocks in the Eastern Continent suddenly increased.

   But because of the relationship with demons, they are not recognized by the official and the people, and they have been wandering in the gray area. It wasn't until nearly a month ago that the "good times" belonging to the warlocks came.

   Because Nar'Thalas Academy was the first to officially list the Warlock School as a part of the Academy's system, Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, who felt the pressure, followed suit.

   However, the Warlock School of Nar'Thalas Academy has a high standard for selecting apprentices, so most of the Warlocks have no chance to enter this academy and can only be diverted to Dalaran.

   And that’s what started the conflict right now.

   "Yo, what is this doing?"

  Evil eyes in black robes carried his evil dog staff, walked forward carelessly, and asked sarcastically as he walked:

"The mages in Dalaran don't want to get their hands dirty, so they sent their new dogs to provoke trouble. Let me ask you how much money the Council of Six gave you to make trouble today. ?

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

   "Oops, Evil Eye, you're so stupid."

  The troll Zarak with the big villain mask played with the Loa bone dice in his hand, sneered and stretched his voice and said:

   "Look at the way these guys can't support the wall with mud, I guess the masters and masters didn't say anything at all, and these dogs who wanted to hug their thighs came to find trouble by themselves.

  They will try to figure out their minds.

   A few people died here and made a big mess, which disrupted the opening ceremony of our Nar'Thalas School of Magic, so the guy who came back alive will definitely be rewarded.

   Might be rewarded with a lab or something in the sewers of Dalaran. "

   "Great idea, just don't know who died?"

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

   "Oops, I just remembered, I haven't fed my devil hound this morning, my dog ​​is annoying, he just likes to eat the brains of idiots.

   It should be able to feast on here. "

   The cold words of these three guys calmed the scene.

  The old bird who has participated in countless major events and exudes the vicious aura of a great warlock all over his body is too different from the villainous rookies who have just set foot in the way of warlocks.

   This is the difference between a real dark evil and a feisty little clever, so big that the surrounding bystanders can feel it.

  Some of the timid guys have already started oiling the soles of their feet.

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

   Seeing that the human warlock couldn't stand it anymore, several Quel'dorei wizard warlocks stood up.

   These guys in the blood-colored acolyte robes carried the arrogance unique to the elves, and did a spellcaster etiquette to the warlock trio, and the evil trio also had a very standard etiquette.

   "Ha, Quel'dorei Warlock."

  Although Anaris Moon County is still only a warlock apprentice, but she has a high vision, she will also say:

   "Of course you can call yourself academically knowledgeable, but your status in Quel'Thalas has only risen in recent months.

  The Silvermoon Council did not prepare seats for the warlocks at all. Now you have seats, only three or four.

   You arrogant fellows are nothing more than a bunch of dogs who depend on the mercy of the Arcanists! It's not much better than these human chops. Among the three of you, we Shaldorei warlocks are a bit of a match.

   But you see how smart my people are?

   They didn't come out at all, because they truly knew the power of the House of Nar'Thalas! And you guys who don't know anything about power are thinking of taking advantage of us.

   Stupid! "

   Miss Moon County looked at several Suramar elf warlocks hiding behind the crowd, and she shouted in ancient Thalassian:

   "Hey! Didn't Elisande teach you etiquette? Do you still pretend to be blind when you see the members of the Yue County family here? Be careful when you go back and get whipped!"

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

   They walked out of the crowd and respectfully saluted the noble Anaris. This move completely wiped out the final momentum of the three-way "Warlock Alliance" in front of him, and it suddenly became dingy.

   "Go away, trash!"

  Evil Eye immediately laughed when he saw that his side had the upper hand.

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

  Evil Eye reached out and tapped his chest, and said arrogantly:

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

The best thing about    this line is that there are not so many twists and turns between warlock and warlock!

  I am stronger than you, so you have to bow your head obediently.

  I am better than you, so I can humiliate you wantonly.

   Strength is king, understand?

  Cold blood is our tradition, cunning is our dogma, tyranny is our virtue! Prepare your demon army before your next challenge, and those who lose will keep their heads and souls, and become the spoils of the winner!

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 coldly:

"understood."

   "Is that understand?"

  Zarakra behind the evil eye said in a long voice:

   "Didn't your Dalaran masters teach you idiots to be polite? Don't you thank Big Brother Evil Eye for your 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 the evil wisdom of today."

   "This is the end?"

   The skinny boy Kanrisad rubbed the accessories in his hands and said coldly:

   "Master Evil Eye taught you something, shouldn't you be a little bit more expressive? Knowledge is priceless! If you don't wink, I don't think you can go far in the way of a warlock."

   "Oh, don't make it so difficult for newcomers, you two **** and villains, look at this guy is about to be bullied by you and cry."

  Evil Eye waved his hand hypocritically, and in the eyes of everyone with different expressions, Shi Shiran, the villain orc, reached out and patted the human warlock on the shoulder and said:

   "This is the rule. You need to be paid for learning evil wisdom. I have taught you so much today, and I think it is appropriate for you to give me a thousand gold coins.

   What do you say? "

"one thousand?"

  The dwarf warlock apprentice Wilfred 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 it's almost the same for one person to give a thousand!"

   "Yes! One thousand per person!"

   The Drakkari giant magician apprentice Kurur from Northrend stroked the enchanted ice axe on his waist. This brutal guy echoed in an extremely elegant Elvish language:

   "Not a single child! Otherwise, it is a disrespect for knowledge and wisdom! In Nar'Thalas Academy, which advocates truth, such behavior will be sent to the psychic's experiment as magic material!"

   The most timid apprentices in the Black Scythe Priory, the Sparks and his wife, would not speak, but the two dwarfs also expressed their opinions with fists.

   "Huhuhuhu, you are really too greedy, which makes me feel very relieved. It seems that the warlocks of our college of Nar'Thalas are all the top geniuses in this field."

   At the moment when the scene was difficult to ride a tiger, a cold wind of magic swept across the auditorium.

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

  The Inspirator Saqir, who was wearing the traditional robes of the Arguss, appeared here in the shape of quicksand, surrounded by several of his female apprentices.

   As soon as he appeared, all the warlocks of the school of Warlocks of Nar'Thalas saluted in unison, and the burning skull under the hood of this guy also represented that he was absolutely extraordinary.

   His two female apprentices have been transformed into coquettish succubuses, serving the mentor one by one, while the other female apprentices also looked at the guys who came to provoke them with bad expressions.

"What's your name?"

  Thakir didn't care what the people around him looked at him, the crazy old man stepped forward and looked at the human warlock in front of the evil eye, who felt the pressure from the soul level.

   He sensed that this strange fellow had a special ability to tear his soul apart.

   This made the human warlock feel intimidated.

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

   "Galdes, Master, my name is Galdes."

   "Ah, so it's you! No wonder you're so arrogant."

   The "Evil Eye Master" who was still majestic just now will stand beside Saqier flatteringly and explain to the old man:

   "This guy is a well-known genius in the Warlock circle of Stormwind Kingdom. We also recruited him, but he rejected him. This guy is nicknamed 'Black Claw'.

   It is said that he was self-taught by picking up the magic tome of the Shadow Council during the Orc War.

   The strength is not bad. "

   "The talent is really good."

   Mr. Thacher stretched out his hand, and while others watched in astonishment, 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 side measure it.

   After a few seconds, Uncle Thacher let out a weird laugh and said:

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

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

   I'll trade a 'Dread Summoning Charm' for your skull after death. "

  Black Claw hesitated, after all, this exchange sounded strange, but the Quel'dorei elf warlock next to him brightened up and said:

   "Master, do you see my skull? I'm willing to exchange it with you!"

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

   A group of knowledgeable warlocks were very excited. Under the watchful eyes of those watching the fun, they rushed to sign a contract with Thakiel to send skulls after death in exchange for a powerful and rare spell.

   "Look, this is the Warlock"

  Evil Eye shrugged and said to Black Claw Galdes in front of him:

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

"I give!"

  The human warlock looked at Thakiel, who split his own faction with a magic spell in front of him. A strange light flashed in his black eyes, and he whispered:

   "I feel like I've learned, is this the legendary 'dark wisdom' of the sorcerers of Nar'Thalas?"

   "No, you didn't."

  Evil Eye snorted, folded his arms and said:

   "Where are you going? This is not even a fur. How can you know the profoundness of Master Black's dark wisdom at a glance? Don't be a dog for the mages in Dalaran, there is no future.

   Only the warlocks should form a group, and the friendship between villains and villains should be cherished

  Seriously, you newcomers, be ashamed! "

   (end of this chapter)