Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1816 42. The patriarch is on top, and he is worshipped by his disciples

   "The Hermit" Maitri, a legendary figure.

He was a Highborne spellcaster of unknown origin, active from a thousand to two thousand years before the War of the Ancients. He was unknown at first, but in fact the name of Lord Maitrie is used throughout the history and end of the Elven Empire. Not many people know.

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

But Maitre is undoubtedly a fairly powerful spellcaster, and a pure seeker of arcane truth. He left behind many unknown writings scattered across the empire, after the fall of the Elven Empire and the collapse of the Well of Eternity. , the magic system of the upper elves suffered a terrible blow and never recovered.

   Then, the Quel'dorei elves, who were the heirs of the empire, found these very advanced works in the remnants of the empire, and then reconstructed a new spellcasting system bit by bit.

   It is precisely because the Quel'dorei elves keep looking for these relics of the old times and try new magics based on those theories, they will completely fall out with the night elves after more than 2,000 years, and finally choose to self-exile.

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

   Not even the arrogant Quel'dorei magus could deny this.

  Metri's name fills every textbook of the Sunshine Island Mage Academy. When the first lesson of human mage apprentices explains the origin of magic, Maitrie's name also appears repeatedly in the mouths of the tutors.

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

Many mages who study ancient history in later generations will have a lot of guesses about Maitri's low-key style. Some people say that Master Maitri has a heart to pursue the truth and is not dragged down by secular things. The theory was deviant in Azshara's time, and the master chose to live in seclusion in order to avoid the accountability of the elven court.

   In short, spellcasters in later generations are accustomed to blessing their ancestors with various beautiful halos to reflect the elegance and power of their inheritance.

   But only those spellcasters who are fortunate enough to actually come into contact with Master Maitre's direct lineage are qualified to know the truth.

  Metri chose to live in seclusion for a simple reason.

   The grandfather of the masters of the later generations was a "severe social fear" and suffered from almost incurable autism.

He chose to stay away from the main **** society because he was unwilling to discuss those wild and wonderful ideas with his peers, nor was it because his personality was indifferent and unwilling to accept the Queen's solicitation. Which normal-minded spellcaster would reject a royal laboratory that was perfect enough to conduct all experiments. Woolen cloth?

It's not that Maitre doesn't want this, it's just that the pressure of making friends with strangers overwhelms the master. Perhaps in his eyes, cracking the secret to the arcane force is more important than talking to a passionate guy. Words are much easier.

   Well, the truth is so unpretentious.

   As to how Blake knew so well.

   Nonsense, his mentor Aria Lanyue is the only direct disciple of Master Merritt, and following this line, the low-key spellcaster in front of him is the master of the pirates.

Although Dean Lanyue is not very willing to reveal some quirks of his mentor, but the pirates have learned magic with Dean for so many years, and have made papers for so many years, even from the few words the Dean occasionally said, Black can piece together Mette A basic character of Master Li.

Black also learned through Quel'dore's channel that the low-key Maitri had actually shot many times in the ancient war. The master has a direct relationship.

   He went into complete seclusion after the establishment of a society dominated by night elves.

  Because the Kaldorei forbade all research on arcane magic, and for a pure person like Maitre, not letting him study magic theory would be more uncomfortable than killing him.

According to the Codex left by Dath'Remar Sunstrider, Maitre has been traveling outside the elf kingdom since the War of the Ancients, and at the latest when the Quel'dorei elves were in self-imposed exile, they could still find this piece of land in the eastern continent. A scroll left by an old mage.

   As for where his soul ended up, no one knows.

   The elves guessed that Master Maitrie had carried out a bold experiment when he was about to die, and transformed his body into elements through a mysterious ancient force, thus leaving the material world permanently.

   Or the old mage finally died alone in some remote place.

   But until Black traveled through time, there was a secret team in Nar'Thalas Academy who had been looking for Maitrie's traces all over the world, and that team was personally commanded by Dean Blue Moon.

   Obviously, the dean didn't believe that his powerful mentor would disappear into the world without a trace.

   But Blake really didn't expect that he would actually be able to see the patriarch appear in this ancient journey, although he did know that Maitri appeared to help the rebels at the last moment of the original Suramar War.

   Mainly because I didn’t think about it.

The   crumb pirate grinned.

He maintained that respectful attitude and waited for the master's question, but he was a "stranger" to Maitrie, and this strange guy was so "enthusiastic", which directly pierced the most fear in the master's heart corner of.

   "Yeah! Don't come here!"

   He let out a terrified scream, like a frightened beast, before disappearing in front of Black's eyes with a whoosh, leaving only a stunned scum pirate messed up in the fel wind.

   "Your symptoms of withdrawal and social anxiety seem to be much more serious than what the teacher has said lightly."

   Black pursed his lips.

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

  During the few seconds of waiting, the pirates felt the breath left in front of them, and as expected, almost invisible elements escaped wherever Maitrie went.

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

   The ancient arcane element Aluneth of the shattering mouth that was later summoned by Magna Aegwynn and made into the Staff of Aluneth Guardian.

The conjugation with this mysterious arcane element gave Master Maitre almost inexhaustible arcane magic power, allowing him to cast powerful magic without relying on the Well of Eternity, and be protected from the outside world. A deep and delicate study of pure arcane energies without the distraction of magic.

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

   This is completely impossible, even in 10,000 years.

   "Almost?"

  The pirate took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. He snapped his fingers, and a dark purple void fissure opened behind him, like the mouth of an abyss beast, and swallowed him.

   Almost instantly, Black crossed the Great Plains of Suramar and Val'sharah Forest, crossed Mount Hyjal, and finally reached a hidden woodland in Ashenvale.

   He stepped out of the swaying wind of the void, and what he saw in front of him was a panicked social fear spirit carrying a large burden and preparing to escape.

  Obviously, the Void Beacon he placed on Maitrie has been discovered by the other party.

   "I really have no malice, Shizu! Look, this is my enrollment certificate! It was signed by Dean Lanyue himself, and it also has the seal of the first dean, which is yours."

  Blake shouted, and threw the scroll that was rolled up in the same way, and let it float in front of Maitrie, who had begun to cast the transcontinental teleportation technique.

   That thing unfolded lightly, allowing the masked socialist to see the text on it, and it also stopped his movement of casting magic.

   In this secluded woodland, the pirates maintained a comical gesture with their hands raised, trying to make the smile on their face look sincere and harmless.

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

  Black rolled his eyes, coughed twice, and whispered:

   "Furthermore, even if you teleport yourself to Argus, I can follow you. I'm not boasting, but Shizu, in front of a **** who is proficient in passing through the void, your escape is obviously meaningless.

   I didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted to meet and chat with you, I have no ill intentions. "

   "I know you're not malicious, I just."

  Master Maitrie whispered something, he seemed to want to explain, but the stubbornness in his heart that resisted talking to others made him shut up again.

   The eyes under his mask looked at Blake suspiciously, and after a few seconds of thought, he waved his hand to dissipate the transcontinental teleportation that had advanced to the final stage.

   That understated, light-heavy spellcasting action and complex mana model dissipated like sand at the fingertips without releasing any counterattack energy, the chip pirate frowned.

   Good guy.

   Maybe his master is not as good as Azshara in terms of destructive power, but when it comes to spellcasting skills, Azshara, who is now relying on the Well of Eternity, is not his opponent at all.

  You are as old as those crazy fans touted 10,000 years later, you are a rare spell casting wizard.

   "This letter of enrollment."

  Metri stretched out his hand to hold Blake's admission certificate, he suddenly noticed the most crucial point, he said doubtfully:

   "Why is the time stamp seven years from the Dark Portal? It's a strange way of dating, it's from the future?"

   "Accurately speaking, 10,000 years later."

  Black tells the truth:

   "I'm here to do one thing, Shizu, it's a small chance to meet you, but if you can take a photo with me, I believe the dean will be very happy when I go back."

   "The Academy of Nar'Thalas will exist after 10,000 years?"

  Metri hesitated for a moment, seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage, lowered his head and said to Blake:

   "I went to Azsuna to see it, the academy was destroyed, Azshara destroyed it, but I didn't see Little Blue Moon, was it you who saved her? You changed your destiny?

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

   "Well, it seems that Master Shizu has also studied time magic. It is estimated that you are also proficient in some theories of the School of Prophecy. This is really good. You are as knowledgeable and talented as rumored."

  The pirate touted a little, and seeing that Maitri became at a loss again, Blake sighed and said in a gentle tone as much as possible:

"I didn't come to this era by normal means, I was trapped in a fancy model called the circle of destiny, in simple terms, 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 my destiny, I am ‘free’ within a limited range. "

   "Wonderful theory, I probably understand."

   A gleam of interest suddenly flashed in Matri's eyes.

   When talking about these obscure theories, his sense of resistance to "don't get close to strangers" weakened a little, but he was still vigilant, just like rabbits and deer who were ready to escape at any time.

   "So, Shizu, I'm not an outsider, you don't have to resist like this."

  Blake spread his hands, and said:

   "I saved Dean Lanyue from the destruction of Azsuna in the hope of changing her predicament in 10,000 years. If you can let down your guard, I can tell you the bad situation she is facing.

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

   "Then tell me."

  Metri took a deep breath and said to Black:

   "Don't get close, just stand there and say, I'll decide after listening to whether I want to see Xiao Lanyue, I. I have more important things to do."

   If anyone said that, Black would have thought the guy was stalling for time.

   But Maitre’s society is definitely not deceiving. In order to prove that his statement is correct, he also took out an unfinished sword from his luggage and explained seriously:

   "I have to finish 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, Shizu."

  Blake's eyes lit up, he shouted and startled Maitrie, and the master's subconscious teleportation technique suppressed his instinct to escape from others by his will.

   He glanced suspiciously at his ten thousand-year-old "disciple", and stretched out a piece of the unfinished magic weapon.

   The iconic double-edged blade, and the uniquely shaped gauntlet and inscriptions on the blade made the pirate breathe a sigh of relief. He glanced at Maitrie and said:

   "I guess it's called 'Sarameni'?"

"what?"

  Metri exclaimed in surprise:

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

"Because this sword is my sword ten thousand years later, my master, I also know that this sword is endowed with peculiar characteristics, it can complete the awakening of the holy sword, the sword in the left hand is called Sarator, and the sword in the right hand Eremeni."

The   crumb pirate reached out and created a mass of void energy, simulating the appearance of the elven sword ten thousand years later, and said to Maitri:

   "I also know that you can't do it in this age, because the forging skills needed to make it to perfection don't exist in the physical world, right?

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

"so."

  Metri frowned tightly behind the mask, he was silent for a long time before he said:

   "It's no wonder that my predictions about the future always have all kinds of incomprehensible fallacies. So, how can I accurately predict what will happen in 10,000 years?

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

   "Have you identified yourself now?"

  Blake blinked, and he tentatively took a few steps forward. His patriarch was obviously uncomfortable, but he didn't have "stress teleportation" this time, which made the pirates smile.

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

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

   "click"

   "Whoosh"

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

   (end of this chapter)