Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 412 121. Why did you lie down before I exerted any strength?

  Amber Cliff's manager, Ms. Avanor, the Kirin Tor high-level mage, listened to the report of the battle mage in front of her in a daze. She will wake up from last night's meditation just now.

   Thoughts still haven’t turned around, so I ask:

   "Nar'Thalas Academy? Isn't that the legendary magic school of the high elves? When I was studying in Silvermoon City, I heard my mentor, Master Rommath, mention it.

   He told me that the academy was a household name in the elven empire, trained several magic princes for Queen Azshara, and at least one-tenth of the high-ranking spellcasters in the entire empire graduated there.

   But it should have been destroyed in the sky and the earth, and sank into the sea with Queen Azshara's empire, why did it suddenly appear? Or in the ghostly place of Northrend?

   Can you confirm their identities? Is it a bunch of liars? "

   "Not a liar!"

   The Elven War Mage who was sent back to report by the captain immediately explained:

   "I just saw clearly, those spellcasters are all elves! The real elves are very similar to the night elves of the Kalimdor continent, but their skin is darker and thinner than the night elves.

   Their banners are indeed names written in the ancient Thalassian language, the kind used in the elven empire period, which is almost lost in Quel'Thalas.

   These characteristics all indicate their identities, and there should be no mistake with His Excellency Archmage Nylas Elan accompanying them. "

   "Then why did they come to us for magical communication?"

  Ms. Avanor rubbed her head, while arranging her robes and clenching her staff, she complained:

   "This is just the vanguard of the Kirin Tor, and there are only three high-level mages here. Little Amy is not an expert in magic theory.

   She was promoted by Battle Mage.

   I do know a little bit about this, but I'm not an expert either.

   Could it be the ghosts of the blue dragons?

   I explained to them that the idiot who stole the dragon egg last time has already been sent to the Violet Prison, and he will never come out of it for the rest of his life. We also returned the dragon egg and gave him an apology gift.

   Are they going to be held accountable? "

   "Ma'am, that"

   Hesitating for a moment with the Elven Battle Mage walking out of the Mage Tower behind Avanor, he whispered to the human Mage in front of him:

   "Dalaran is the famous 'Holy Land of Magic' in the Eastern Kingdom. Those elves who want to communicate magic will definitely come to you.

  I think that many of my compatriots have explained this to you. The so-called "magic holy place" is two concepts in the cognition of you humans and our elves.

  You see, even though we Quel'Thalas has a Sunwell, we never call ourselves the "Holy Land of Magic". In our opinion, that title is not a mere boast, it is more like an honor.

  Need to strive for and recognition, not boast honor.

  After all, the last one called the 'Magic Holy Land' was Zin Azsari and the Well of Eternity under the rule of Azshara. "

"This"

  Evanor froze for a moment.

   She said a little embarrassedly:

   "Isn't this just bragging, everyone says so, so it becomes like that when it is passed on. You elves are too serious."

   "No no no, ma'am, you still don't understand."

  The young elf battle mage leaned on his staff, and his eyes flashed a light that was not too big of a problem, and said solemnly:

   "We Quel'dorei don't care about that.

  We have been through the wars of the ancients and persecuted by the kaldorei elves, and we have long ignored these false names. When we hear others say Dalaran is a magical place, we just smile and don't take it seriously.

   But those sprites are different.

   Judging from the shape of their ears, it is very likely that they are the legendary high elves, but they are all Azshara loyalists. So Dalaran's reputation will suffer if you're too timid to discuss magic with those elves today.

  In legend, the Highborne were notorious for being arrogant and vicious.”

   Those words made Avanor feel guilty for a while.

   We contacted Dalaran on the spot, and quickly sent a few archmages with rich theoretical knowledge to rescue the scene, but everyone was at the door, and it was too late to call someone temporarily.

   can only bite the bullet.

   And it turns out that this kind of bravery often ends up not going well.

   Fifteen minutes later, in another wizard tower full of books.

   Dean Lanyue read the ancient book in his hand, put it aside, and said to Ms. Avanor, who was sitting across from her regretfully, with sweat on her forehead and dull eyes:

   "The Books of Dalaran. How to say it? Too many mistakes. Please don't mind me speaking directly, but as a spellcaster, such mistakes are unforgivable."

   Dean pointed to the dozen or so magic books by her hand, and she said clearly:

   "As far as I've read it so far, you have at least seventy-three errors in the magical theory records of my mentor, Lord Maitrie.

I'm sure my fellow quel'dorei who are good at magic won't make such a low-level mistake, so you should be in the triple conversion of Old Thalassian and modern Thalassian, and the common language of mankind Transcription error.

   As a spellcaster, such an attitude is not acceptable.

   Take this "Arcane Enhancement Theory" as an example. It records seven errors in spells, which will cause you to increase the dissipation rate of magic power to a terrifying level when you use the arcane enhancement ritual.

  This book has flowed into Dalaran, it should be thousands of years old, but why haven't you been able to spot and improve this obvious error? "

   "No no no, Dean Lanyue, you are wrong."

   Archmage Elan, who was sitting on the other side, looked down at his book and said without looking up:

   "Fifty-seven years ago, in a paper, I submitted this error to the Council of Six, and gave a way to improve it, but I don't know why, this error has not been corrected until now.

   Maybe because the mage who translated this book was the direct ancestor of a certain archmage in the current council of six. "

   "Poof"

  Precise tool compensation.

  Ms. Avanor could feel her fast beating heart being stabbed hard by "my own person".

   Archmage Elam!

   You were also a member of Dalaran before, so there's no need to do this!

   "Well, it turns out that it's not a lack of wisdom, but a political and academic reason?"

   The disappointment on Dean Lan Yue's face was even greater.

   She saw the embarrassment of the high-level mage in front of her, so she "kindly" skipped this topic, and picked up the research note by Ms. Evanor.

   This action is a bit over the top.

   After all, the research records of every high-level mage are very personal items.

   At this moment, the Kirin Tor High Mage Avanor had no intention of resisting at all.

   In front of this elf legend, who should be in ghost form, she felt the experience of studying in the wizard tower in Dalaran when she was a little mage for a long time.

   This will see Dean Lanyue flipping through his research notebook, and an undue fear and worry will arise in his heart, just like the helplessness and weakness when being instructed by the tutor.

   "This idea is very groundbreaking."

   Dean Lanyue suddenly said something, which made Ms. Avanor raise her head in surprise, as if she was a primary school student praised by her tutor.

   But the next moment, the dean's voice became serious.

   "Unfortunately, the mana model created by the idea is completely wrong."

  Ms. Lanyue raised her finger and used arcane magic to create a complicated mana model. She glanced at the high-level mage opposite, who immediately stood up respectfully.

   Like a real apprentice.

   came to Dean Lanyue and listened to her explaining her mistakes.

   This attitude made the dean very satisfied, so he coughed and said warmly:

   "Look, the first node should be placed here, which will increase the efficiency of the initial injection of mana by about 7.5%, and then the second one."

   The pirate at the entrance of the Mage Tower widened his eyes.

Hello!

   Dean! Dean!

  What are you doing?

   We are here to play in the gym, not for class!

   Didn’t you say everything before? You come to beat them, I come to provoke them, it is best to make them shame on the spot, and then we take advantage of the situation to demolish this ghost place.

  Why are you still taking classes?

   Can't you just pick up the eccentricity of an educator who has nowhere to put it?

   And you!

   High Mage of Dalaran!

  You dare to learn what anyone teaches, right?

  Aren't you afraid that this thousand-year-old ghost in front of you will teach you into the ditch? ah ah ah! This is talking, what's going on with you battle mages!

   Aren't you responsible for the security of Amber Cliff?

   How could this be attracted by Farodis?

   Is the instant skill of Lava Fireball that he explained so attractive? Why did you take out your notebook? What's the matter with the expression of your good baby listening to the teacher's lecture?

Hello!

   That is the knowledge of our Academy of Nar'Thalas!

  Is there no need to pay for the audition?

   What a slacker!

  Don't listen, you bastards!

   "Thank you for your explanation, Master Farodis, I always thought that there was something wrong with my spellcasting habit, which kept me from using the Ignition formula skillfully in battle.

   After listening to your explanation today, I realized that it was my father who taught me wrong.

  No no no no.

  My father didn’t teach it wrong on purpose, it was his mentor who taught it wrong back then. "

   A beautiful girl wearing a Kirin Tor high-level mage robe, this will thank Prince Farondis with a heartfelt expression, the latter waved his hands casually, and said in warm Sarasian language:

   "I take back my inappropriate evaluation. Although Dalaran's knowledge still has a lot of room for development in my opinion, their teaching system is indeed complete.

   Your human spellcasting talent is also very amazing, especially this precious curiosity, which I hardly see in my fellow elves.

  We have lived too long, and we are far inferior to you in terms of learning efficiency. "

   "But your knowledge and wisdom are beyond our lifetime."

  The human chick held her notebook as if she had made up her mind. She said to Prince Farodis:

   "Although this is a bit presumptuous, I have encountered a bottleneck in my recent magical research, and I am unable to break through. Could you please visit my laboratory and give me some valuable experience.

   I will pay! "

"sure."

  Prince Farodis is a good talker.

   He nodded with a smile, and a group of other war mages burst into a commotion, who also had their own questions to ask for answers.

The Prince    did not refuse anyone who came down, and while thinking of leaving Amy Marin's laboratory, he casually pointed out the problems of these "little mages" in his opinion.

   It's really just a little bit of poking around, and you can find a solution to the problem that has troubled them for a long time.

   Farodis, like Dean Lanyue, would never take the initiative to give an answer.

   He will only give ideas. To find the answer, these mages have to rely on their own wisdom.

   "Fuck! I knew you mages were not reliable at all!"

   Outside the mage tower, Blake, who was excited to kick the pavilion, looked desperately at the happy "magic exchange" in front of him.

  This is completely different from the kicking hall he imagined.

   If this goes on, he will not be able to do what he promised the blue dragons to expel the Kirin Tor mages.

   "Ha, it seems that to destroy this kind of thing, we have to come from warlocks and pirates!"

  Black gave a hard heart.

   summoned a night child mage at random, asked him to go back to the fleet, informed the captains to prepare for looting, and launched an attack tonight to drive these mages back to Dalaran.

   "These mages in Dalaran are too frustrated. My dean didn't even do anything, and all of them knelt down obediently, and they still have the face to call themselves the 'Holy Land of Magic'.

I bother!

   is an insult to these four words. "

  The pirate walked towards the Amber Cliff with a vicious voice, and complained viciously:

   "I was fooled by you before, I didn't understand it before, and I thought you were a city of magic, and I was a little wary and fearful of you, but now it seems that you are completely a sheep in tiger's skin.

   There are so many mistakes in the magic books that have been passed down.

   This deaf apprentice taught by the blind master, fooling the layman, and if he encounters an expert, he will miss the filling. What is there to be afraid of?

  嘁.

   The next one will take you to the knife! "

   Having said that, Blake took out the dwarf pipe and was about to smoke a cigarette to disperse the fire, but unexpectedly found two little dwarfs arguing, he leaned over and listened.

   It turned out to be a very interesting conversation.

   "You're crazy! Wendell, our little Jindi is only 13 years old this year! She has become a little mage in Dalaran, and she has a great future. I won't allow you to interfere with her future."

   "No, Jesse, listen to me, this is not to interfere with Jindi's future, this is an opportunity!"

   The old gnome mage with the big hat reassured his wife, explaining:

   "You just saw that Dalaran's high-level mages were reprimanded by those weird elves just like apprentices, and they were arrogant on weekdays and didn't even dare to refute.

This shows what?

   This means that those weird elves are more magical than Dalaran! Didn't you listen to the elf with glasses? The magical tome of Dalaran heritage is all wrong!

  Learning like this, isn't it a waste of our little Jindi's talent?

  Although we have never heard of that Nar'Thalas Academy, since it is an academy, it must recruit students. Instead of letting Little Jindi spend time in Dalaran, it is better to let her go to the elves' academy.

   Her talents will be better discovered.

   She will become the Archmage, she will surpass the two of us and become the pride of the family. "

  The female dwarf did not speak, but retorted with a pouting voice:

   "Jindi has surpassed the two of us! You can only do light tricks, I can only bake magic, and we're not even full-fledged wizards. But you're right.

   In Dalaran's Council of Six, there has never been a gnome archmage.

   Although the human beings in that city do not exclude us, it is too difficult for a gnome to stand out there.

A **** like    Millhouse is already the dwarf closest to an archmage, and he's still a lunatic who sent his wife to prison! Maybe, maybe we really should give little Jindi a better choice.

   But we can't force her! "

  Jesse Sparks said to her husband very seriously:

   "After we go back to Dalaran, we have to talk to Little Jindi and let her make her own choice."

   "Okay, we'll go back right away, time waits for no one, wife, who knows where these elves will go next? We have to hurry up."

   "Do you still need to transcribe those magic books with errors?"

   "Copy! Why don't you copy it? Although our little Jindi can't use it, he can bring it back and sell it to those little wizards, just to make another profit.

  The academy of elves is so powerful, the tuition must be very expensive.

   We both have to find some ways to make money quickly, all for the future of our little daughter. "

   (end of this chapter)