Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 411 120. I heard that you Dalaran call yourself a "magic holy place"?

  Amber Bluff, a magical outpost of the Kirin Tor in the Borean Tundra.

  It exists nominally to protect the security of Lordaeron's northern colony, Zhiyuan County.

   After all, although the Borean Tundra is a relatively flat area on the Northrend continent and is more suitable for humans to cultivate and live in, there are also dangerous creatures on this great plain.

   Such as the migrating yak people, the ugly and distasteful crocodile people, and the fat walrus people. Well, the last one is not dangerous.

   In fact, the walruses are a rare mild and civilized race in Northrend. They are friendly to human colonists and even offer help to those who get lost.

   But their enemies are dangerous.

   Here in the Borean Tundra, during the monsoon season, there will occasionally be fog covering the coast, and a group of strange vrykul raiders will rush out of the fog.

   They were terrified by the walruses and called them "Kvaldir", which means a visitor from hell.

   It is said that those raiders in the mist have something to do with Hela, the **** of death of the vrykul, and the wizards of the Kirin Tor are also very interested in them.

   Occasionally attempt to capture live samples of Kvaldir for research.

   However, it is said that the mage camp in Amber Cliff is "in name" to protect the colony, so it must have a secret real mission.

  The mages stationed here are all elites of the Kirin Tor. There is a team of battle mages guarding here all year round. Their main goal is to observe and study the living habits of the blue dragons.

   and from the Nexus, the source of magic in Azeroth, to secretly acquire some forbidden knowledge that only dragons know.

   This research has been going on for more than 30 years and has never been interrupted by Dalaran. In fact, even the great war of the orcs invading the Eastern Kingdom did not affect the research tasks of these mages.

   They claim that this is the search for knowledge, the search for magic, and the search for truth.

  Unfortunately, that's not what the Blue Dragons said.

   Early this morning, in the small town under the two mage towers in Amber Cliff, the Spark couple woke up early from their sleep.

   The two gnome spellcasters sorted out their robes, chatted and laughed, and went to the Mage Tower, waiting for today's books to be borrowed. The two little dwarfs were not young, as was evident from Wendell Spark's white beard.

   His wife is still as lovely and beautiful as she was when she was young.

   Gnomes.

   is also considered a longevity species. Their women are "legal loli" until death. Well, I know many people will be ecstatic, but calm down and be decent.

   Gnomes rarely marry humans, which is a pity.

   However, the Sparks are not resident mages in Amber Cliff. Their spellcasting skills are a bit low, and they are not qualified to be sent to a secret research site like Amber Cliff.

  The two gnomes came with Lordaeron's last immigrant ship,

   They earn money as guard spellcasters in Reach County, which is a very good job for low-level wizards in Dalaran.

  Although it was a bit hard, the reward was quite generous.

   Huo Huo and his wife are old and should not travel such a long distance, but they need money.

   Their youngest daughter, Jindi Spark, is different from their two weak spellcasters, and is a very potential little mage.

   Studying in Dalaran is not cheap, so the Sparks must prepare the next semester's tuition and money for the purchase of various magic materials for their youngest daughter.

   But to be honest, with the spellcasting level of the Spark couple, coming to the colony as a guardian mage is actually not qualified.

   This is the "secret" of the cunning little dwarf couple, both of whom can only cast a few magic tricks at their spellcasting level, and are only apprentices in Dalaran.

   But it's definitely enough to fool a layman who doesn't know anything.

   In addition, Wendell Sparks had practiced spellcasting manners, and the facial expressions when he let him release a lantern spell, in the eyes of others, was almost the same as releasing a forbidden spell.

   "Today, I'm going to borrow that "Frost Shock and Ice Ring Technique Detailed Explanation", you go and borrow that "Blizzard Model Preliminary Explanation"."

   In front of the Mage Tower, the old Wendell, who wore a big purple wizard hat and covered his extremely intelligent head, told his wife:

   "We can only stay here for one day. I will work overtime today to transcribe these two magic books for Little Jindi, so that she does not need to go to the library in Dalaran to borrow them.

   For a little mage like her, the books that can be borrowed each month are limited. "

   "It's yours, Wendell."

   Lady Spark, also wearing a pointed mage hat, covered her mouth and let out the dwarf's signature crisp laugh.

   She hammered her husband on the shoulder, looked around smartly, greeted several apprentices passing by, and asked in a low voice:

   "How do you know that you can borrow these magic books without limit at the library in Amber Bluff?"

   "Hey, I heard from him when I was drinking with Millhouse last month."

  Old Wendell proudly touched his mage badge and said to his wife:

"Milhouse told me that Kirin Tor pioneer camps like Amber Bluff are all high-level spellcasters, and they don't care about their apprentices borrowing those low-level magic books, and there is no Dalaran library. limit.

   He also said that if we are lucky, we can borrow some manuscripts of high-level magic in the mage tower here.

   I came to Northrend specifically this time, on the one hand for money, and on the other hand to transcribe these magic books for our family Jindi, she will definitely use it in the future. "

   "Milhouse? The Manastorm family?"

  Old Wendell's wife was concerned on the other side, and she said in a dwarf's stunned tone:

   "How did you deal with him? Don't hang out with him in the future! Millhouse was a horrible bastard, he sent his wife to Violet Prison, and word of it was spread in Gnomeregan.

   Everyone said he was a lunatic, a heartless man. "

   "Ha, isn't that because Millhouse's wife wants to kill him? His wife is the real lunatic, she threw the mechanical squirrel on his bed"

   Old Wendell muttered in a low voice.

   As a result, he was knocked on the head by his wife, and he stopped talking immediately.

   However, while waiting for the Mage Tower to open, the Spark couple's attention was quickly attracted by the commotion at the entrance of Amber Cliff Town.

   They soon saw a strange sight.

  In the early morning coastal fog in Amber Cliff, three huge, centaur-like metal monsters were walking towards the Kirin Tor camp with heavy steps.

  These metal monsters with a height of more than six meters are covered with outer armor, but the arcane magic that is bound and flowing can be clearly seen between the armor pieces, like lightning flowing in their veins.

   "It's a golem! A golem of metal!"

   Old Wendell exclaimed:

   "I've seen something similar in Millhouse's workshop, but it's too big! It's at least twice as high as the golem in Dalaran."

   "There is someone on the golem!"

   Mrs. Spark's eyes are sharper.

   Of course, it was probably due to the mechanical telescope in her hand. She clearly saw through the fog and saw three strange people sitting on the saddle of a metal golem walking forward like a giant beast.

   looks like a fairy in legend.

   Behind them, a dozen or so purple-skinned elf casters in gorgeous robes followed, as well as powerful antler tauren holding several banners.

   is painted with a sign that Mrs. Spark has never seen before.

  The battle mages in the town were also alerted, and they gathered at the entrance of the town under the leadership of their captain, battle mages Ansm.

  Different from low-level mages like the Sparks, this elite battle mage clearly felt the arcane fluctuations in the uninvited elf casters in front of him.

  The most exaggerated is the female mage sitting on the saddle of the metal golem at the forefront.

   The staff in her hand is constantly spreading out shocking arcane brilliance, and the beating violet arc represents pure arcane energy rolling.

   can't be wrong.

   Such a majestic flow of magic is undoubtedly a legendary spellcaster!

   But this group of elves.

  Where did they come from?

  This is completely different from the high elves of Quel'Thalas. You can tell from their skin and long ears that this is a group of strange elves that are rarely recorded.

   "Crash"

   In the shrill, war-horse and crow-like neigh, the beautiful and brave king of hippogryphs descended from the sky, and this brave wind vulture flapped its huge wings, sweeping away the surrounding fog.

   slowly landed on the ground in the flow of smoke, just in front of the vigilant Kirin Tor war mages.

   Black, who was sitting behind the Hippogryph, deliberately changed into his Corruptor's robe today, representing that he appeared as a spellcaster today.

   But the appearance of this robe is really too dark and too hideous.

   Especially the orc-style skull spikes on the shoulders on both sides, as well as the decoration of the black chain on the neck, made Black really not a good person when he appeared.

   Some wary war mages even drew out their magic swords, or raised their battle staff.

   "Wow"

  The pirates just ignored this group of ignorant guys.

   In his hand, the flag of Nar'Thalas Academy made by the Nightborne pirates overnight was unfolded in the form of a flag gun. As the flag fluttered, he stretched his voice and announced in a very beaten tone:

   "Spellcasters of the Kirin Tor, feel honored!"

"Just today, the most superior magical institution of the Elf Empire, the ancient academy that has been passed down for thousands of years, the orthodox successor of the Supreme Mage Maitri, and the glorious and glorious dean of the Nathalas School of Magic, Aria Blue Moon Miss.

   With the Elven Empire Faronaar Archon, the Queen's advisor, and His Excellency Farodis, the Prince of Magic.

Come to your boring and dilapidated camp with the Royal Archmage, Guardian Companion, and Father of Astral Mage, His Excellency Nieras Elan, to visit the Kirin Tor spellcasters for friendly magic comminicate.

   What are you still doing here?

   Go and invite the person in charge of your little camp to come over to welcome the honorable ones! There is no need for carpets or anything, and no preparation for banquets. We come for knowledge and truth.

  Forgive you, there is not much wisdom left in this place, so just stay for a while and leave. "

   In the face of Black's unceremonious and obviously provocative words, Battle Mage Captain Ansem's first reaction was not to feel humiliated.

   He froze there, thinking of another thing.

   Good guy, this list of titles is outrageous!

  What queen, what prince, whoever listened to it hurts his head, and what happened to that "Supreme Mage"? I have been a high-level mage for many years. How come I have never heard of Master Maitrie, the founder of modern magic, and this exaggerated title?

   Don't everyone call him a hermit?

but

  Nathalas Academy, where have you heard this name?

   "It's really them! God, I always thought it was just a legend."

   Behind Ansm, a high elf battle mage looked at the flag in Black's hand, and after a few seconds, he exclaimed, and he whispered to his captain a few high elf records about Nar'Thalas Academy.

   Ansm nodded, and asked the battle mage to quickly inform Ms. Avanor, the manager of Amber Bluff, and the high-level mage Amy Marin who is currently stationed here.

   Then he adjusted his robe again, stepped forward to Black and said:

   "Although I haven't heard any rumors about the College of Nar'Thalas, if it's for a discussion of truth and wisdom, we in the Kirin Tor will welcome you all.

   Just put down your weapon to enter the town.

   And you said earlier that among the companions is His Excellency Neras Elam? This seems unlikely, even the rats in the sewers of Dalaran know that Archmage Ellan has long been."

   "Idiots always think that what they see is the whole world, and every word they say because of ignorance makes people laugh."

   Black sneered and sneered. He drove his Hippogryph to make way, and one of the three Nightborn Golems behind him slowly stepped forward.

   Battle Mage Ansm walked over and clearly saw Lord Alan sitting on the saddle of the golem, holding a book of elven books in his hand, and he was immediately shocked.

   hurriedly gave Elan a courtesy from a low-level mage to a high-level mage.

  Elam was very calm, just waved his hand casually and said:

   "I have gained hope after the doom of death, and now I am no longer an archmage of Dalaran and Stormwind, I am just an ordinary Arcane school tutor at Nar'Thalas College.

   But I can vouch for my reputation that today's magical communication is completely ceremonial and traditional.

   In fact, I also have a formal letter here asking you to forward it to Your Excellency Antonidas. "

  Elam handed a letter with his own emblem to the battle mage Ansm, and he said gently:

   "In a few months, the senior management and disciples of Nar'Thalas Academy will make an official visit to Dalaran, hoping that the Council of Six can prepare in advance.

   In addition, my elven friends, take the true meaning of magic with a very serious attitude, and hope that the high-level wizards of the Kirin Tor will not disappoint the dean and the prince.

  Otherwise, the brilliance of the magical city of mankind will dim from today. "

  Elam's words made Captain Warmage look serious.

   He looked back at the other golem. Prince Farodis, who was sitting on it, looked at the mage tower with a human style in front of him, and asked Ansm in Thalassian language:

   "Human spellcasters, I heard that you call your city a 'magic holy place'? This name is indeed a bit too arrogant in my opinion.

  I have seen the real magic shrine countless times with my own eyes, may your knowledge and wisdom be worthy of your ambitions. "

   (end of this chapter)