Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 334 43. Unqualified! Failed! All failed!

   "Blake Shaw? What kind of weird name is that. Did your parents hate you? How did they give you such a name?"

  The administrator of Narthalas College, the logistics officer and the dormitory head Elf Mage Fairridge said in a lazy tone to Blake, who was wearing a Corruptor's vest before him:

   "You said you were human? I've never heard of this race. Would you like to change the name of an elf? Lest you be bullied by those 'bad boys'."

   "No need, just register this name."

  Black leaning on the **** staff, under the full-covered visor of the Corruptor's vestment, he said in a loud voice:

   "I'm not afraid of being bullied, I'm here to learn magic. The seniors want to teach me magic, but I can't."

   "Another arrogant apprentice, I have probably guessed your ending."

   The head of the dormitory with a serious face, like a drowned Fairridge, put on a regretful expression, and touched the head of his ghost cat, who was also drowned.

   Registered Blake's name on the apprentice roster that has not been updated for 10,000 years, and threw a crescent key to him.

  The librarian next to Fairridge, the indifferent Elf Mage Tyrion, said in an official tone:

   "The thirteenth dormitory is where you will live in the future.

   I don't care what you do outside, but magic is not allowed in the dormitory. Except for the classroom and training ground, you must always wear your clothes.

  I will do a surprise inspection.

  Any apprentice who is disheveled will be punished to copy the tome.

   What about you guys!

   Do not throw fireballs indoors! "

  This curator must be an unpleasant guy. He was talking to Black when he saw two reckless apprentices arguing and throwing fireballs at each other in the hall ahead.

   He scolded, took out his wand, and stepped forward with a very graceful gesture.

   Two arcane missiles rubbed Blake's body and flew out, smashing the two apprentice ghosts to the ground, shattering their bodies.

   But soon, the two ghosts were resurrected on the spot.

  The speed and accuracy of this spell make pirates speechless. He glanced back again. In the dark and broken underground hall, the four people behind him were standing beside a large puddle with a collapsed dome.

Next to    is a collapsed column.

The original bright and gorgeous hall around    is now dilapidated, with rubble scattered everywhere, and the bookshelves full of magic books are even more rotten, and many precious magic books are lost everywhere.

   The fairy magic lamp on the wall has also been extinguished for ten thousand years.

   But looking at the delicate shape of the rusty wall lamp, you can tell that the spellcasters here must have spent a lot of thought when making these lamps.

   This is not too bad.

   The worst part is the large arched beam at the entrance of the Magic Academy. The signs representing the best and best Magic Academy in the Elven Empire have all been weathered in time.

   Desolation is not enough to describe this place.

   Looking at Kanrisad's disgusting expression next to him, he knew that coming to this academy was like walking into a grave.

   "The place where mules are buried is more elaborate than here."

   The little warlock looked around and complained.

   Still sensible, not in Sarasian language, but in human language, but she was beaten on the head by Ms. Natalie next to her.

   "Seriously, the elves are watching."

   she warned.

   Indeed, the first batch of freshmen in 10,000 years attracted curious onlookers from the elf apprentices in the Narthas Academy of Magic who had not graduated yet after 10,000 years.

   It doesn't feel good to be surrounded by more than 100 spirit ghosts.

   With so many ghosts gathered together, the cold negative energy impact made the skinny boy shudder. He wore a hooded robe and looked left and right at the whispering elf ghosts.

   was quickly attracted by the books flying around them.

   "That's the arcane tome!"

   Kanrisad seemed to have discovered a new world. He pulled Natalie's sleeve beside him and exclaimed in a low voice:

   "It's a tome with arcane magic. I heard a mage from Dalaran say when I was a kid that such animated tomes are rare and rare items in Dalaran.

   There is actually a copy here. "

   "Don't make a fuss."

  Natalie stretched out her hand, squeezed the skinny boy's shoulder, and said:

   "Mr. Black explained before that this was the best magic academy in the elf empire. The high elves have always been famous for their magic skills. Isn't it normal for some arcane tome?"

   "Those elf apprentices are laughing at us."

   The skinny boy complained dissatisfiedly:

   "They're pointing, saying we have no ears and must be inferior creatures. These Highborne are so annoying!"

   "Yes, elves hate it the most."

   The tallest troll, Zarak, agreed:

   "All elves hate, I don't like any elves, I want to kill them all."

   "Then why did you make yourself an elf disguise?"

   Kanrisad retorted immediately:

   "You hate them so much, wouldn't it be better to take off your disguise, show your true face as a troll, and scare them?"

   "Hey, you know shit."

  Zarak snorted, looking at the books around him greedily, he said darkly:

   "I'm going to steal the magic skills of the elves here, turn their power into mine, and then when I come back, use the magic they taught me to kill them all!

   This is the troll's revenge, this is the"

   "What are you talking about?"

   Before Zalak's lewdness was finished, he heard an indifferent voice scolding:

   "Where did the wild elves come from? Don't you speak Thalassian? If not, I'm going to ask you ignorant guy out. Nar'Thalas Academy of Magic doesn't accept illiterate people!"

   It was a Highborne High Mage wearing a blue robe and a crown of flames.

   is also a ghost, looking very strict.

   was already very dissatisfied with the whispers between these five freshmen, she was holding a gorgeous wand in her hand, and the majestic arcane magic had already shone at the head of the wand.

   Seeing this scene, Zaraq, who was still stubborn just now, immediately grinned, and replied flatly in a weird Salas language:

   "I speak Thalassian, this teacher, when can we start learning magic?"

   "Learn magic? Just you?"

   The indifferent elf teacher laughed, and a group of elf apprentices next to him also laughed, as if they were looking forward to seeing a good show.

   "My name is Deriana, and I'm the counselor and head teacher of your batch of apprentices."

   The indifferent mentor looked at the five newcomers in front of her. She said to the apprentices in front of her with a harsh tone unique to the upper elves:

   "Narthras College has a complete teaching system. For students like you who already have the basics of spellcasting, you must first assess your spellcasting ability before entering the school.

   If you can't pass, you must be assigned to the basic class with other wastes and learn from scratch!

   is talking about you!

What are you laughing laughing!

  10,000 years of **** who still can't graduate, what are they doing around here? They all go and transcribe the entry-level arcane tome for me, three times each, and deliver it to my office at night. "

   As the tutor spoke, he shouted at the group of **** apprentices who were watching the fun.

   She was extremely majestic, causing the group of apprentices who would not graduate for ten thousand years to look at each other, and immediately lost their interest in watching the fun.

  Black also heard elven ghosts complaining:

   "It's not our fault that we can't graduate in 10,000 years. Obviously, the magic line of the Well of Eternity is broken."

   "That's right, how to conduct the graduation assessment when the magic line is broken? Teacher Deriana is the most extreme, she has revised the graduation criteria for spellcasting runes seven times!

   is now twelve arcane runes.

  The Great Magister Elisander couldn't finish the painting at one time, obviously it's stuck and won't let us graduate. "

   "I'm copying the magic tome every day, and I'm almost copying all the books in the library, but Dean Lanyue still wants to give me homework."

   "The students in this academy have had a hard time."

  The pirates were startled.

   suddenly felt as if he underestimated the difficulty of stealing the Tide Stone fragments from this magic academy.

   That's right, the Tide Stone that was shattered by Azshara in those days has been stored in the treasury of Nar'Thalas Academy for the past 10,000 years, and was personally kept by Dean Arya Bluemoon.

  The pirate is not crazy and wants to come to learn magic, he is here for the fragments of the Tide Stone.

   But getting in all the way is not realistic at all.

   Not to mention these elves and ghost teachers, each of them has the strength of a high-level spellcaster, and the lady dean who has not yet appeared is probably a legendary spellcaster.

   Black did not intend to resolve this matter by force at all.

   All the power in his hand came in, and it is estimated that he would not be able to break through this world-renowned magic academy 10,000 years ago, so he can only outsmart it!

   While he was thinking, the magic test of Deriana's mentor behind him had already started.

   "Unqualified!"

  The Orc Warlock Evil Eye was the first to "perform" because he was a high-level warlock. As a result, he just threw a sacrifice on the magic dummy, and was immediately reprimanded by the elf teacher.

   "I have never seen this magic.

   But I only need to perceive your spellcasting method to know that the mana you use on this mana model is four mana ticks higher than the standard of accurately releasing it. "

   Ms. Deriana said very seriously:

   "This represents your poor spellcasting habits, misperception of magic, rigid savagery in casting, and disrespect for magic!

   Also, your spellcasting is too crude.

  The fourth, seventh, and thirteenth nodes of the mana model are filled unevenly, causing the destructive power of this fire magic to drop, and you must forget all your previous spellcasting actions and habits.

   I will start from the first lesson and correct your bad habits bit by bit. "

   "I don't agree!"

  Evil Eye saw that he was refuted for nothing, and immediately shouted angrily:

   "You don't know Warlock magic at all! You are just suppressing me on the basis of your identity. I have seen this kind of thing a lot in the Shadow Council, you"

   "Om"

   In the face of Evil Eye's rebuttal, the indifferent Deriana pulled out her crystal wand, like a conductor conducting music, and threw a spell at the magic dummy.

   is the sacrifice released before the evil eye.

  Although sacrifice is only the simplest of sorcerer magic, but this elf learned it with just one glance, which is a bit too much.

   "Are you convinced?"

  The elf asked proudly.

  Evil eyes stared at the crimson flames burning on the magic dummy, he was speechless, four scales less than the magic power he used, the mana model was perfectly filled, and the destructive power was a few points higher.

   The most important thing is that this casting action is too elegant.

  Elegant enough to shame the Orc Warlock. Ah, is there such an elegant way to release the evil and dark warlock magic?

   Gul'dan that **** lied to us!

   He's a fart master warlock.

   "Teacher, I'm convinced, I want to learn this."

  Evil Eye lowered his head and said sincerely, but the female elf ghost sneered and said:

   "You can learn if you want? Go to the basic class first to lay a solid foundation!"

"Next!"

   she shouted, and the next one was the giant magician Zarak.

   This guy was taught by the evil eye. Seeing that the evil eye was attacked by the elves, he felt ashamed.

   "Well, with good manners, I barely passed the test. The others are not as good as the guy just now! Go to the basic class and copy the arcane magic tome three times first."

   Instructor Deriana was quite satisfied with Zalak's spellcasting manner.

   After all, he used to be a priest of Loa, and he was very particular about his demeanor and temperament.

   But otherwise it was too bad.

   Trolls, Out!

   "I give up, I think I'm not capable enough, I'll go to the basic class."

   The third one was Black, but seeing what happened to the first two unlucky people, Black, who was "self-taught", raised his hands decisively and gave up taking part in the spellcasting ability test.

   In the attainment of Warlock magic, he is not as good as Evil Eye.

   This poisonous-tongued elf is so strict, he definitely won't be able to pass the test, so he doesn't have to take his own humiliation.

   "Hmph, it's a bit self-aware."

  Drianna glanced at Blake, a smile appeared on her arrogant face, and said:

   "The premise of maintaining this good attitude and wanting to really learn something is to admit your own inadequacies. But I don't like the rambunctious tone of your speech, so...

   Arcane Magic Tome, copy it five times!

  Hopefully this will teach you how to speak to a mentor.

Next. "

  The pirate clenched his fists for a moment, glanced at Deriana's neck and other deadly places, and took a second to suppress the urge to take out the dagger to kill this elf ghost.

   is obviously an encouraging word, but it must be said in such a rude tone.

   These high elves are really a bunch of nasty ghosts!

   Maybe I should change my plan. If I throw the lives of those incompetent wastes here as cannon fodder, I should be able to break through this place reluctantly.

   Alas, the ghosts of these high-level elves are shrouded in curses, and they can be resurrected after being killed. It’s really troublesome!

   Besides, things like going to school are really annoying.

  Blake sighed and looked at the dome that had collapsed above his head with a melancholy look. No matter whether he was in his past or present life, he could not be considered a good student.

   (end of this chapter)