Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 1269 19. The first weekly exam questions of the Warlock School of Nartharas College have been announced

   "A tribal warrior like Rexxar was also dragged into a terrifying abyss by your words. My dear little master, you are really ruthless when you trick your own people."

  After Rexxar left in the dark suit that made Black very satisfied, the stinky pirate laughed like a fox who stole a chicken by the central pool of this eerie vitality full of Everbloom.

   In his ear, Xalatas also said lazily:

   "He is determined not to punish those who betrayed his clan, but to bring them back from the demons in a gesture of salvation.

   This might give the dying Mok'Nathar valuable replenishment, but Rexxar didn't realize how difficult a decision he had made.

   He originally only needed to please one side, but now he needs to convince both sides. His workload has doubled, and he is really making trouble for himself. "

"Will not."

  Blake waved his hand and said firmly:

   "The Mok'Nathar worship the strong.

  Their tradition dictates that as long as Rexxar can single-handedly defeat all the betrayer and bring them back like a pack of beasts, the rest of the Mok'Nathar will be convinced by Rexxar.

   On the surface, Leorox, who is stubborn as a stone, may be angry at the child's disobedience after seeing that his stupid son finally understands the trick to being a leader, but he will eventually accept this fact with a smile.

   A lion who has always been weak and obedient cannot become a lion king! Only the lions who dare to challenge the tradition and challenge the old leaders are qualified to lead the lions to continue to be strong.

   I just taught Rexxar something he had been ignoring.

  The tribal prince in distress saves the tribe like a divine soldier at the moment of crisis. Wow, what a beautiful story! Be sure to let Zhou Zhuo record it well, and take it back to polish Little Xingxing. Isn't this the subject of her next autobiography?

   This kind of story, which is both exotic and vulgar, is sure to sell well!

   The title of the book is "His Royal Highness the Little Star and the Rebirth of Mok'nasa". "

   "It sounds like a bad movie when you hear the name."

  Xalatas complained, and snorted comfortably, and said to the pirates:

   "Your Excellency Deerhelm is looking for you, he is approaching, this piece of Everbloom Woodland fascinates him very much, I just noticed that he is secretly gathering seeds in the woodland while the orcs are not paying attention.

   He seems to have found something incredible. "

   "That's what I want him to see."

  Black put away the bad smile on his face, adjusted his clothes again, and said to Xalatas:

   "Deerhelm is on target, but he needs some extra strength to get him to give himself an infallible reason for his next move.

   Although he acts like a lunatic who doesn't care about good and evil, he also longs to be a savior in his heart.

  These Druids are very hypocritical. "

   "Well, it's really hypocritical, just like Hisari Crow!"

  Xalatas said maliciously in the ears of the pirates:

   "A poor little girl who clearly longs to be a member of the herd, but has to choose to leave for other reasons. When you gave up on her, she was about to cry.

   She has you in her heart, my little master, you are a sinful man.

   And I found one more characteristic of you, and I found another one that you and Dalene have in common! You have inherited Dalene Proudmoore's 'female affinity', my little master.

  Look at the people around you, they are all elves!

   Are human women not attractive enough to you? "

   "Shut up."

  The pirates angrily scolded:

   "What kind of human love does your mother-in-law know? I don't want to discuss this **** issue with you, have the watchmen sent out?"

   "Look at you! You're in a hurry, and you refuted my statement just now. When you turn your head, you start to care about your elf lover."

   Xalatas laughed and said:

   "It was released a long time ago. A few of them went to different areas to find Maiev and those orthodox watchmen. According to the mark you put on Maiev, she should be active near Shadowmoon Valley now.

  Serra rushed over herself.

  Even if it has been corrupted by the Void, this guy is still loyal to Maiev Shadowsong. It's terrible. Come on, tell me the truth, little master, are you looking forward to the reunion with Maiev? "

"Humph"

  Black refused to answer the question, then took a few steps forward and made a welcome gesture to the Deerhelmed Arch Druid who was walking out of the jungle of Everbloom.

He says:

   "The arch druid traveled all the way in Draenor and finally found something he was interested in?"

   "There is something wrong with the forces of nature here!"

  Deer Helm ignored the pirate's ridicule, but took out the black seed he had just found in the depths of the woodland.

   He frowned and said:

   "The life force here is very violent and aggressive, and it is incompatible with all the natural forces I have seen in my life. It is like the opposite of peaceful nature, representing another manifestation of the force of life on the level of aggression.

While    is a pure force of nature, its manifestations in Azeroth and Draenor are polar opposites.

   Since I came to this jungle, all the sights I have seen have subverted my understanding of nature, which is worth studying, and the earth here cannot be polluted by fel energy.

   I just traced back to the source of vitality here, this strange woodland is connected to the heart of the world in Draenor.

   What it represents in weakness is the 'life force' of this world. Once this place is corroded, Draenor will have no hope of recovery. "

"so what?"

  Blake blinked and said:

   "What is the Great Druid going to do?"

   "I'm sending a message to the Cenarion Order."

  Deer Helmet touched his beard adorned with flowers and plants, and said in a deep voice:

   "The druids must send an expedition to Draenor, stationed in Everbloom to study the life force here and the complex relationship of the world.

   If the orcs are not going to abandon their homeland and want to heal it, then this jungle is the key! This is the great cause of saving a world, and we nature walkers are bound to do so!

   I need to borrow the Uncrowned's worldwide network of communications, Lord Black. "

   "Of course, I'd love to help."

   Black shrugged and said;

   "The world is in such a mess. If you want to make things right, of course, the more people, the better. As far as I know, the expedition army organized by the Church of the Holy Light is also ready to set off.

   It seems that my reminder has finally been heard.

   This is really great. The righteous people gather here to start a war of contact and cognition with the devil, and Zhou Zhuo must also record this.

  What a great promotional material. "

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   On the other side, Azeroth, on the Isle of Tol Barad.

  It was night on Draenor, but it was just past noon on Azeroth. It was supposed to be the lunch break at Nar'Thalas Academy, but today's Academy was extraordinarily lively.

   Students from other academies are "watching the fun" under the Warlock School's dormitory building.

   They gathered around and watched the apprentices, who had just entered the school for more than a week, pack up the long-distance travel materials that had just been distributed by the academy, and replaced their robes with hooded blouses like those of the long-distance traveller.

  Each class is also counted by the elected monitor and tutor.

  The human warlock apprentices are full of complaints, but the orc warlock apprentices are very excited one by one, and the warlocks of other races are the people who eat melons.

  The trio of warlocks, who are the usual managers of the academy, are discussing the opening of the portal with several mentors from the Mage Academy.

   As the second-in-command of the Warlock Academy, the Enlightenment Master Thakiel was leaning on the scythe of Ulthalesh, standing majestically in front, waiting for the count to be completed.

In the crowd next to   , there are students from other academies who are frantically spreading all kinds of unknown gossip.

   "Hey, have you heard? The Warlock School is about to start the weekly exam."

   "Weekly exam? Our academy passed the exam yesterday, why did they start now? And what is this outfit for? Is the weekly exam of the Warlock School actual combat?

   This is too exaggerated, right? They have only been in school for a week. "

   "No, it's more exciting than actual combat! I heard from a fellow countryman of mine who went to Warlock Academy to tell me that they were going to another world to fight a group of terrifying demons.

   This is their weekly exam content.

   I heard my fellow villagers complain that the tutors have already spoken out, and the college will not be responsible if they die in the weekly exam.

   is just horrible! "

   A gnome mage apprentice whispered:

   "Fortunately, I applied to the Mage Academy. I originally complained about the strict requirements of the tutors and excessive homework, but now seeing what happened to the apprentices of the warlocks, I feel that I am just as happy as in heaven.

  We study hard, they study hard.

  Tsk tsk, it's too scary. "

   "What's this?"

   Another commoner elf apprentice from Suramar secretly sipped the magic wine distributed today, and he whispered:

   "Isn't that the way warlocks are? Life is their fighting resource, whether it's someone else's or their own. When these bad guys set foot on this road, they should know that there is such an end."

   "Yeah, yeah, a week after school starts, there's a lot going on in the Warlock School."

   That broken-mouthed dwarf apprentice snapped his fingers with the happy gesture that a melon eater should have and said:

"Two guys were burnt on the first day, a guy was beaten to death by an out-of-control demon guard on the third day, and the most outrageous was on the sixth night, I heard that three unwilling **** risked to summon a succubus, Almost sucked dry on the bed.

   If it hadn't been discovered in time by Mentor Nitier, the three of them would not have been able to save them. "

   "Wow, what a happy way to die."

   The apprentices of several other students around showed an expression of "every man understands" and gave a strange smile.

   But soon, these few melon eaters who laughed loudly were noticed by the cold teacher Deriana.

"Hey, the three of you, you must have completed today's homework with such a happy smile, right? Then come and help, we have to open at least seven large portals within thirty minutes, you go and send the students from your respective classes. The apprentice called over to move things!"

   The elf ghost teacher held his arms and said indifferently:

   "Give you five minutes to assemble, hurry up! What are you still doing? Do you want me to give you more homework to wake up?"

   The three laughing guys couldn't stop laughing.

They ran back to their respective dormitories in despair. If others knew that the precious lunch break was occupied because of the three of them, there will be another "Little Mage Boxing Championship" in these three dormitories tonight. contest".

   This is a fine tradition in Dalaran that must be carried forward.

   "Alright alright, be quiet!"

   Seeing that the preparations were almost done, Mr. Thacher, who was the supervising teacher of this "weekly test", raised his hands to quiet the apprentices who were full of complaints.

   The burning skull coughed a few times and pulled its hood down.

   The scene in front of him actually made Mr. Thacher miss him very much. When he was in Argus 30,000 years ago, he also spoke to the apprentices of the Mystery Academy.

   Alas, tens of thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye, so this old guy has to sigh with emotion.

   "Apprentices, I know you've been hearing all kinds of **** gossip from last night until now, making you restless, our warlock mentors are also adapting to their roles, they are not very professional.

   So, before I leave, I want to tell you the real questions of this weekly test, lest you feel fear and be at a loss because of the unknown.

   Now listen to me!

   I only say it once! "

  Thakir's voice was transmitted outward in the magic vibration, making the entire square quiet.

  While the mages sent messengers to communicate with Dalaran, and mobilized magic power to open the portal to Watch Fort, the cold voice of the enlightener also revealed the answer.

   "The content of this weekly test is not for you to fight with the devil, you are still far from such a level."

  Thakir shouted.

   This sentence made the warlock apprentices cheer, and also made the surrounding melon eaters sigh in disappointment, but then the old man sneered and said:

   "The real question of the weekly test is to maintain two large-scale suppressing and weakening enchantments until the end of the battle, despite a conservative estimate of 100,000 demons besieged.

   The two enchantments to suppress are a demigod-level abyss lord and a fear demon king known for his cunning and conspiracy.

   And fighting alongside you are the Demon Hunters.

   I think your teammates are more dangerous than your opponents! Always be alert to those blind people who hate fel energy, and remember to always tie a soul stone to yourself.

  In this way, if you are hacked to death, we can recover your souls in time.

   In addition, the warlock mentors under my command will all join in the attack on the demons, so your commander will be the head of the Warlock Academy, that is, His Excellency the legendary great warlock Black Shaw.

   You all know his name and his deeds. If you let him down, believe me, being eaten by demons is a good thing for you. "

   This second sentence made the warlock apprentices scream in horror, and the surrounding melon eaters were satisfied and even frightened, and they were all silent.

   "Do you understand?"

   Your Excellency the Enlightenment looked around and asked with a sickle with a gust of wind:

   "Before setting off, does anyone feel unwell and want to quit the action?"

   When he asked this question, there was a human being stunned who wanted to raise his hand, but was stopped by the teacher in charge of this class, Canrisad Abeloc, with murderous eyes.

   It's really dead!

   You have to choose a good time to escape?

   Didn't you see that Old Master Thacher was missing a **** head to 'invigorate' the army?

   This is rushing to die, this guy can't be asked, such a stupid warlock is destined to have no future.

   "Very good, it seems that everyone is facing the weekly exam with a positive attitude, which makes me, the vice president, very gratified.

  You have studied the knowledge of warlocks for a week. If you study hard in class, you will have enough knowledge to pass this exam. "

  Thakir waved his hand and said with his draenei tail:

   "Everyone, pack your gear! After our Brother Academy has prepared the portal for us, head to Watch Fort and pass through the Dark Portal.

   Dean Black has prepared the summoning ceremony at the destination, you can avoid the twists and turns of the journey, but if anyone dares to fall behind or desert

   Hehe, then there is no need for demons to punish you. "

After   , he coughed and said in a serious tone:

   "Then now, I announce!"

   "The first weekly exam of the Warlock School of Nar'Thalas College, start!"

  Ps:

   "To the Sword of Felio", the leader of the brothers, is on the 21st, I want to save some manuscripts. . . Love you guys

   (end of this chapter)