Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 335 44. Don't do weird things with your wand, bastard!

  In the entrance test of the Nathalas School of Magic, the first three cannon fodders were all "sacrificed".

   Including Black, four warlocks were assigned to the basic class.

   Go to learn the basic theory of elf magic with a group of ghost students who are generally over 10,000 years old.

   But the entrance test is not over yet.

   In the signal of the venomous and strict elf tutor Deriana, the fourth one came up was the skinny boy Kanrisad.

  This little warlock has serious lack of confidence.

   The captain he regarded as a "model to learn" gave up on his own initiative, and he wanted to give up, but he saw Blake gesturing to him again.

   Let him try it.

  With the first three guys as cannon fodder, when he reached the skinny boy, he took a deep breath and waved Jordan's staff to make himself as graceful as possible, and to control his magic power more precisely.

   threw a black briquettes-like shadow arrow at the dummy, and then didn't dare to have anything, peeked nervously at the elf tutor next to him, and waited for a spicy and ironic comment.

   It doesn't matter if you get scolded.

  Being a pirate under Black's command, which day will you not be scolded?

   But unexpectedly, Deriana, the venomous high-level elf mentor, was unexpectedly tolerant towards thin boys.

   She nodded and commented:

   "You can control your magic power to this level at such a young age, which proves that you are very talented and can barely be called a genius. You also have many problems, probably because you are not following a teacher who is not good enough.

   But that's okay, I'll teach you personally. "

   Having said that, the cold and poisonous-tongued high-level elf glanced at the three warlocks who were as quiet as quails beside him, and said bluntly:

   "You don't have to go to the basics either.

   Those basic knowledge are for these mediocrities, geniuses have genius learning methods! Ah, back in the day, I was also a famous spellcasting genius in Erezalas City.

  I was also received and mentored by Prince Torsedrin, an experience that will last a lifetime.

next! "

   Following her call, the last one to appear was the ship doctor Natalie.

   The priest in black robe was very calm.

   Unlike the first four, she was born in the orthodox church, was taught by Fao himself, and studied in the Holy Light Holy Land like the North County Abbey for many years, so she has a very solid foundation in spellcasting.

   With a Holy Light, plus a Mind Blast, you can easily pass the level.

   "Well, light and shadow magic is a rare type among imperial spellcasters.

   At present, there are few tutors in the college who are involved in this aspect. Perhaps we should write a letter of recommendation and arrange for you to go to the Sisters of Elune to study at the Temple of the Moon in Val'sharah. "

  Drianna was very satisfied with Natalie's performance.

   She said regretfully:

   "Unfortunately, the communication between Nar'Thalas College and the Sisters of Elune has been cut off for more than 10,000 years, and I don't know what happened to those Luna priests, why they haven't replied.

   But it doesn’t matter, before the priests of the moon reply, Dean Lanyue will teach you personally. She has traveled in the Temple of the Moon for hundreds of years and is also involved in light and shadow magic.

   But you have to be prepared, Dean Lanyue is very strict. "

   "Thank you mentor."

  Ms. Natalie politely responded to her thanks, then looked back at Blake.

   The latter would be a surprise, but it was undoubtedly a surprise to be able to establish a relationship with the dean as soon as he entered the academy.

  While following Mentor Deriana into the underground teaching area of ​​Nar'Thalas Academy, Blake whispered a few words to Natalie, who nodded.

"Entering the teaching area, it is strictly forbidden to hand in private ******* Ling Deliana is like all the head teachers, with eyes on the back of her head, she turned around and scolded, and then walked in this dark and damp underground passage full of gravel. At the end, raise your right hand.

   said sternly to the "bad students" in the three basic classes:

   "You go over there, mentor Nitier is doing a 'Wand Valor' class, don't miss your first class.

  Remember, your study progress will be summarized to me. If your study efficiency cannot keep up with the progress of the college, I will have a good talk with you. "

   After scolding the bad student, the tutor pointed to Natalie's left passage in a gentle tone and said:

   "There is Dean Blue Moon's office, Natalie can now go to the Dean to carry out your studies. As for you, Kanrisad, come with me, I will personally guide you in the advanced study of spellcasters.

  What are you three doing here?

  Do you want me to take you to the classroom?

   Are you all children? "

  The three bad students look at me and I look at you. This kind of discrimination made them a little unacceptable for a while. When he turned to the basic class classroom, Blake scolded in a low voice:

   "It's too real to give good students a small stove and let bad students learn on their own? I thought it would be different in the school of the upper elves. After a long time, the whole world is the same."

   "These elves are so annoying."

  The troll Zarak who followed Black felt humiliated, he whispered to the fire:

   "Captain, why don't we give these elf ghosts who look down on people? Anyway, after they die, their strength is greatly weakened. As long as we don't provoke that dean, we can do it."

"you are silly."

   Orc Evil Eye is also a fierce and unyielding attitude, but he still has a brain. Before the troll finished speaking, he choked:

   "These elves and ghosts are protected by the power of the curse, didn't you just see the two ghosts who threw a big fireball at each other were smashed and resurrected quickly?

Captain    said that this curse has been shrouded in Azsuna for 10,000 years by some tidal stones, and these ghosts are the real 'undead'.

   However, Captain, what Zaraq said is also true. "

  Evil Eye moved his fingers, although he was amazed by the elf's superb spellcasting skills just now, but a warlock is a warlock, and this meeting has already begun to plan some dark things.

   He walked in the dark, damp tunnels that meander down, and in the dark, the wicked warlock suggested to the silent Black:

   "The power of the curse is so powerful that it is impossible to defeat it head on. After all, we are not as good as the legendary characters like Queen Azshara, but we are not warlocks.

   The master of playing with the soul.

   We can absorb these ghosts into the soul stone, prevent them from resurrecting, torture them well, and rob them of their magical knowledge!

   Besides, there are still so many people waiting for us outside, do we really want to graduate as 'good students' in this **** academy?

  Those spirit ghosts have been studying for ten thousand years and haven't graduated yet. "

   "You still want to graduate? You want beauty."

  Blake walked towards the classroom of the basic class with his hands on his back, explaining to his two vicious doglegs:

   "Those elves didn't graduate, not because of their poor spellcasting abilities, but because they couldn't graduate at all. Azshara unleashed a vicious curse on Azsuna, and these ghosts kept circulating on the last day of their lives.

   They do not live for ten thousand years.

   They repeat one day for 10,000 years. You can't learn anything at all here because the tutors teach the same thing every day.

   This is a locked and infinite loop.

  They don't know us after midnight today. "

   These words made the orcs and trolls look at each other. If so, why are they pretending to be good students when they come to this academy?

   "Five days!"

  Blake seemed to sense the doubts of the two dogs. He gestured with his left hand and said:

   "Within five days, we must steal the treasury key from Dean Arya Bluemoon, get the shards of the Tidestone, and not die here.

  Once dead, your soul is also trapped in this place, becoming one of these ghosts.

   But the other way around.”

  The pirate sneered and buckled his fingers, saying:

   "The curse of Azsuna is carried by the Tide Stone. As long as we take away the Tide Stone, the curse here will not be broken, and the 'resurrection' of these ghosts will be broken.

   Then they'll be the new guards aboard the Nagfar, and they'll turn their magical powers into the service of me and the undead pirates!

   Our power will explode!

   To **** with the Kul Tiran fleet and the tidesages, we'll overwhelm them with innumerable fireballs! "

   "Wow, Captain! That's a great idea!"

The    troll exclaimed loudly, and the orc warlock also flattered and said:

   "As expected of the captain, you have easily spoken out an arrogant plan that we didn't even dare to think about. Your evil wisdom makes me tremble!"

   "Hahahaha, learn something, rubbish."

  Black also akimbo let out the triumphant laughter of the villain.

  The three warlocks hid in this dark place and laughed wildly.

  Like three gang of sewer rats plotting to steal, as if their nefarious plan has been completed and the entire Academy of Nar'Thalas has been trampled underfoot.

Then

   "What are you three freshmen laughing at? Are you crazy? Come in quickly! The wand practice class is about to start! Credits will be deducted for being late to class."

   A stern scolding sounded from the brightly lit classroom ahead, interrupting the laughter of the three shadowy guys like killing chickens.

   Under the glares of a silver-haired elf tutor with his hips on his back, the Blake trio walked into the classroom sullenly amid the laughter of the ghosts of the elven apprentices.

   is literally the scene of the death of the society.

   "Bring out your wands."

   A few minutes later, the wand teaching class began. The white-haired elf teacher raised the black crystal wand in his hand, and with an emotional voice, said to the students who were listening quietly in front of him:

   "Wand, this is the weapon of the caster.

   is like a sword in the hands of a swordsman and a bow in the hands of a ranger, it is not only a medium for you to release magic, but also your last means of self-preservation when you are isolated and helpless.

   Every spellcaster must master the wand's combat methods before he can officially begin to learn magic.

   It's different from obscure and complex magic, it only requires .

  Newborn!

   What are you doing with your wand! Don't do weird things with your wand, asshole! "

"what?"

   The orc warlock who was tickled behind his back with the novice wand issued by the academy raised his head blankly, and saw the white-haired elf teacher in front of him waving the wand angrily.

  A restrained and sharp arcane arrow flew out from the top of her wand, hitting the evil eye, and was blocked by the magic armor that the warlock resident.

   The classroom suddenly fell silent.

   The anger in the eyes of the teacher Nitier who was scolding the evil eye immediately accumulated. Black and Zarak, who were beside the orcs, immediately moved out to avoid accidental injury.

   "No, teacher! I know I'm wrong!"

  Evil Eye screamed, but it was too late.

   In the next instant, the magic wand in the hand of the elf female tutor seemed to be swung out of an afterimage, at least ten times in one second, and ten arcane arrows shot over like a burst of machine guns.

   The orc screamed and fell to the ground with his body in his arms, rolling from side to side.

   He pretended.

   After all, he is a high-level warlock, how could he be so embarrassed by the weak magic power summoned by the wand.

   But Evil Eye is an old fritter in the Shadow Council, and he knows very well how to put on a pitiful performance to calm down the angry.

   In the end, magic wands are just the most basic attack methods for spellcasters.

   It doesn't need to calculate the mana model or activate the magic power when it is swung. Every time it is swung, the magic wand made with special skills will automatically gather the magic power and turn it into small fireballs, arcane arrows or hailstones and throw them out.

  Only magic apprentices and spellcasters who have run out of mana will use weak wands as a means of attack.

   "Stop howling, get up."

  The female tutor Nitier also apparently discovered the evil eye's trick, she snorted and continued to say to the others:

   "The wand is sacred, it represents a means to replace begging and humiliation, to win you dignity and hope when you are most powerless.

   You beginners must keep this in mind.

   Don't do strange things with your wands.

   Especially the female students!

   Every swing of the wand gathers magic power, and I've dealt with many awkward situations where I've been physically injured by using my wand indiscriminately.

   Although I stress this every time a freshman enters, the same tragedy happens to every class.

   When using the wand, please restrain some of your eccentric desires

   What are you three freshmen laughing at!

   still laughs so wretchedly, it doesn't meet the standard of deportment for students of Nar'Thalas Academy at all.

   Come up!

   It's up to you and me to teach wand vs. me.

  Remove the magic shield, watch me teach you three **** who disturb the discipline of the classroom and keep teaching them. "

   (end of this chapter)