Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 1817 43. I will deliver my disciple to you, if something happens to her, you are fully responsible

It is very difficult to convince a person with severe sociophobia and autism to enter a city of one million people, and even Blake, who is so eloquent and self-proclaimed as "the devil of a thousand tongues", almost drained his saliva. Failed to accomplish this feat.

Under his persuasion, Master Maitri, who was accustomed to being alone, reluctantly agreed to go to Suramar, but he only waited in the woods on the border of the plain, asking the pirates to take his disciple Alya Blue Moon bring it here.

   And he was really busy, so there was only one hour left for Black and Dean Bluemoon.

   "I said that you are also very strange. You obviously want to help your compatriots, but you have to act sneakily."

   In the border woods of Suramar, Blake said very familiarly:

"I was still wondering when they were fighting just now. Why did the demon's support come so slowly? I thought it was because the power of the portal at the Well of Eternity was not good enough, but after seeing you, I realized that it was you who blocked it secretly. Mass teleportation of demons, right?"

   "That's hard."

  The sturdy Merritt who wrapped himself in a mask whispered:

   "Blocking the influence of fel energy on space is also a very unfamiliar field to me. I tried to detonate the portal on the Well of Eternity from a distance, but found that the door was protected by the will of a dark god.

  It is impossible to destroy it by relying on individuals. The war came so suddenly, I wanted to help but I didn’t know where to start, so I could only do some small work around the corners, which made me feel guilty. "

   "A little bit of work? You are too humble. If I hadn't known your true situation, I would have thought that my grandfather was a cowhide. Your modesty is almost hypocritical."

  The pirates complained:

   "Without your interference, the number of demons gathered in the Suramar Plains would have to be at least one third more, then Ravencrest and his rebels would not be able to wait for the wild demigods and dragons to come.

  You are already a clear example of how you can turn the tide of battle with your personal power, my ancestor, to be honest, I really don’t quite understand why you are always so unconfident?

  You seem to feel guilty about being praised by others and always feel that your achievements are 'stolen'? "

   "Because that really wasn't my work, Blake."

   Hearing the pirate talking about this question, the Hermit sighed. He raised his hand and let the magic of the arcane elements dance into a dazzling streamer on the tip of his fingers.

   He was silent for a few seconds, and then looked at the city of Suramar with the purple fortress rising in the distance and the giant dragons flying in the sky, he said softly:

   "I'm guilty of facing the world not because of my nature."

   As soon as he spoke, he felt the strange gaze of the disciple beside him, which made the old hermit very embarrassed. Under Black's faint gaze, he changed his lip and said:

   "Well, I really don't like to deal with other people since I was a child, and I prefer to stay in a quiet forest alone in a daze. I still remember that when I was a child, my parents took me to Val'sharah's Temple of the Moon to ask the priest to see a doctor.

  Those priests said I was an insecure child, and I have been that way since I was a child, and being in contact with others was extremely stressful. In your words, my 'social fear' is innate, but choosing the path of concealment is my own choice.

   Because I did 'steal' something.

this! "

   He raised his left hand.

  The purer arcane magic gathered in the palm of his hand into a white light beating energy ball that swirled around his slender fingers, like a magic trick for children.

   He said to Blake beside him:

   "I wanted to continue my studies after I taught myself to become a full-fledged mage, but my nature made me resist going to those unfamiliar mage towers or academies. After my parents passed away, I embarked on the road of travel.

Maybe luckily, I came across a drunken and lost blue dragon in the mountains near Zin Azshara, I talked to it a lot, and learned the existence of 'Eluneth' from the blue dragon's sleep talk .

   I spent a lot of time connecting with this strange being, and another hundred years to summon it to the material world and sign a contract with it.

   Since then, I have become stronger.

   But Black, this knowledge to power and truth I 'stealed' from the blue dragons, their secret but I learned by dishonorable means.

  All my achievements and my strength come from that disgraceful means, so I am not qualified to stand with those masters who are doing research in a down-to-earth way.

   And, I am a deviant person.

  What I study is at odds with the theory of this age, I never use the magic of the Well of Eternity, I feel that those powers from the Heart of the World are being abused, and squandering that magic will weaken the sleeping world.

   So I am a 'freak' in the eyes of others.

   After being bound with Elunes for a long time, my elemental friends have become the source of my strength. Without Elunes, I might just be an ordinary third-rate spellcaster.

   To tell you the truth, Blake, I really lack confidence in my magical skills.

   Maybe I was used to living in seclusion at first, but later I felt that it was a good life to walk the world without any worries. In the end, I became more and more resistant to integrating into this seemingly prosperous but deformed era.

The encounter between    and Little Lanyue was an accident.

   But I admit, it was the best time of my lonely life, until when Queen Azshara's call came to me, I realized I was facing the kind of life I resisted again, and I hit the road again. "

   Having said this, Maitrie let out a light laugh under the mask.

He says:

   "But I really didn't expect that Xiao Lanyue would take my parting joke so seriously, she really established a magic academy and carried it forward.

   I have to say, this actually makes me feel proud. "

   "With all due respect, Shizu, you are a negative example of not taking medicine when you are sick, and your condition is getting worse. You can't stop medicine."

  The pirates couldn't help but complain:

   "The moment you feel like you're on your own, it's time for you to realize that your mindset has taken a wild ride down the road of autism.

  People are social, and the result of long-term disconnection from the world is not good.

   Of course, you are a special case, your spiritual life is so rich and there are so many stories to share with yourself that you can resist the world and choose to be alone.

But to be honest, even without Aluneth, your spellcasting skills are still the pinnacle of this era and even this world. You may not know it, but in the age of 10,000 years, there will be a talented female mage from your handwriting. He learned of the existence of Elunes.

   She is a demigod.

   But even so, she couldn't do the feat you did alone, she summoned Aluneth but couldn't sign a friendly pact with the ancient elements like you.

   In fact, after you, the stubborn Elunes never obeyed anyone.

  You are a genius.

   Geniuses are not the freaks in the mouths of those idiots. They are just jealous of your talent, so they insult you with vulgar language, and if you look at them, we will lose the college of Nar'Thalas.

   But that's the price of being a genius.

Your skills and knowledge built the foundations of the magic system for the next era after the fall of the elven empire, where I'm from, listening to your stories and learning to write your first lessons for those kids at the magic academy name.

  Your brilliance will not be buried by time, let alone forgotten by the world. "

  Black's words caused Maitre to fall into a long silence. After a few minutes, the spellcaster let out a long sigh of relief. His tone became milder, but he still did not choose to take off his mask.

   he whispered:

   "That's ten thousand years from now, let it continue to spread in ten thousand years, I just think I'm fine now, don't persuade me any more, Blake.

   Go and pick up the blue moon.

   I can't stay here long. "

   He put his hand on Blake's shoulder, patted it, and said softly:

   "Suramar is fortunate to have you to guard in secret, but other elven city-states don't have a **** who will protect them ten thousand years later. Demons are attacking everywhere. Since I have the power, I must shoulder my responsibility.

  I don't expect applause or praise, I just use my own way to protect this world, which is not bad for me.

  Thank you for your enlightenment, disciple of my disciple.

   But the flamboyant lifestyle you mentioned is not suitable for me, not everyone is suitable for standing in front of everyone. "

   "Well, strong people have quirks, I understand this very well."

  The pirate squeezed his eyes and said nothing, turned around and jumped into the Void Fissure, but a second later, he stuck his head out of the shadow in front of Maitre's eyes again, startling his grandfather.

   Black blinked and said:

   "You're not going to sneak away while I'm picking up Dean Lanyue, are you?"

   "Uh, no."

  Socialphobia patient Maitri quietly let go of the dharma seal that he had pinched behind him, he coughed a few times, and said:

   "I'll be waiting for you here, in the name of Nar'Thalas, I swear."

The   crumb pirate gave a meaningful smile.

   He nodded and disappeared into the shadows. A few minutes later, Black reappeared in the woods holding the weak Dean Blue Moon.

With bandages on her arms and scars on her face, Ms. Lanyue stood up from her disciple's arms. She was supported by Blake and took a few steps forward when she saw a familiar figure sitting on a stone in the forest. , with a dilapidated suitcase at his feet, and he was holding a book of trolls in his hand and looking at it fascinatedly.

   The figure that seemed to be ready to embark on a journey made Ms. Lan Yue's body sway twice. She seemed to recall that when she was a child a long time ago, she always jumped behind this person.

   It seems that as long as he is in front of him, he is not afraid of anything.

   But he just disappeared, leaving a letter one night and disappearing into his own world.

  The always strong and steady Miss Lanyue's eyes were red, and it could be seen that she really wanted to preserve her aura, but the tears couldn't help pouring out of her eyes.

  Black quietly handed a handkerchief, but the Dean didn't pick it up.

  After a minute of silence, the tearful Ms. Lanyue let out a long breath. She stepped forward and leaned over to the person in front of her with the most standard teacher-student etiquette and said:

   "Long time no see, tutor, you don't have to pretend. Your mind is not on that book at all, you put the book upside down, God, I never thought such a thing would happen to you."

   "I'm just just"

  Master Matri, who was called out by Lanyue, got up embarrassedly. He was at a loss to explain, while Black poked Dean Lanyue's trembling arm and whispered:

   "Hey! Mentor, don't expose such an embarrassing thing, what should I do if the Patriarch is stressed and teleported again? He teleported from Ashenvale to the border of Pandaria 12 times in a row, and I almost lost it."

   "Black!"

   Master Maitrie scolded embarrassingly.

   This was probably the first time that the Great Master of Social Fear had spoken so loudly, but seeing Blake's wicked smile, he knew that it was his wicked disciple who was invigorating the atmosphere.

   He shook his head and said to Blake with a stern face:

   "Then, Lord Silent, can you give us a little private space for our master and apprentice?"

   "Oh, I'm not an outsider!"

  Blake retorted:

   "We are all a family, Shizu, is there anything you can't say in front of me? Are you still afraid that I will write these things down in my diary and spread them everywhere?

  Hey, what kind of bad **** image am I in your hearts?

   Having said that, this is probably the last public appearance of Master Maitrie in the War of the Ancients.

  I have to record this so that it can be the first-hand account of those little wizards who are good at persuading each other with their fists when they debate the quirks of Master Maitrie! "

   "Whoosh"

  Metri reached out and threw a teleportation spell on the yelling Black, sending his disciple and grandson to the sea on the other side of the world.

But two seconds later, Blake, who was soaking wet, jumped out of the shadows again grabbing two lively fish. He glanced at his grandfather angrily, shrugged his shoulders, and grabbed the sea fish and ran to the burning fire beside the woodland. Barbecue on the evil fire.

   After confirming that Black was far enough away, Maitrie glanced at his disciple.

   He hesitated for a few seconds and said to the silent Miss Lanyue:

   "Black told me what happened to you in 10,000 years, my disciple, I have a conjecture that may help you avoid self-destruction in 10,000 years.

   But I have to confirm one thing first. "

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More than ten minutes later, Blake, who was munching on the grilled fish, heard the call of Dean Lanyue. He got up and walked back to the woodland with the fragrant grilled fish. He saw that Master Maitrie, who had already packed his bags, was preparing for a teleportation. technique.

   He is leaving.

   But before leaving, the Great Master said to his disciples:

   "Little Blue Moon, you leave first, I have a few words to say to Blake."

"Um."

   Dean Lanyue was obviously reluctant to leave her mentor and left, but she didn't say much, just glanced at Black, and then backed away from the woodland.

  Metri stood in front of the portal leading to another elf city-state, he hesitated for a moment, reached out and took off his mask, revealing a very handsome and handsome face with the temperament of an uncle.

   Of course, the elves are not ugly. The characteristics of this race are handsome men and beautiful women. Just pick a person in the current Suramar and throw it to Black's hometown to enter the entertainment industry without makeup.

   He looked at Blake who was grabbing a grilled fish and biting him regardless of his image, he knew it was this bad guy who was deliberately pretending to be rude.

   This brought a fleeting smile to the corner of Maitre's mouth.

   He thought about it and said:

   "Take care of Lan Yue, I have entrusted my only disciple to you."

"Um?"

  Blake blinked in surprise and said:

   "You opened the dean just to tell me this?"

   "No, I want to say a lot, but this is all I can say."

  Metri's hair fluttered in the wind in the woodland, he looked at his disciple and grandson ten thousand years later with a gentle gaze, and he said softly:

"Blake, I think you actually know that the problem with Lan Yue is not that you want to replace your impression in her heart with someone else. You may have other purposes in coming to this era, but I believe that Lan Yue is also yours. one of the purposes.

   You both know what the problem is, but you keep running away from it.

  I can't understand love or nostalgia. For me, I am interesting enough to allow me to face the reality of being alone, but this does not prevent me from blessing you.

   You are all spellcasters.

  You should understand that spiritual companionship is far better than material connection. If there is no room for my poor disciple in your private life, then you might as well leave a place for her in your spiritual world.

   As if it was my grandfather who asked you.

   In the future, take care of her for me.

please.

   In addition, when you go back, don't let the blue moon come to me again, I have prepared a 'funeral' for myself, I am used to traveling alone, so let me leave without worrying about it.

goodbye.

  Blake from the future, I will appear when you need me, take this as a 'reward', my disciple told me that you are a very realistic person, so I will pay you the reward. "

   The figure of the hermit disappeared in the transmitted streamer, and his last voice echoed in the ears of the pirate.

   Like the wind of trouble in the woods, blowing the pirate's hair.

   The patriarch who had no dignity at all "threatened" Black in a very serious and weak tone that was obviously a first-time threat.

   "Don't let others bully her, and you can't bully her either, or I'll beat you up."

   (end of this chapter)