Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 416 125. Can't be a mage, can't be a warlock?

   "Oops, she looks pretty and can do whatever she wants. Not only the male blue dragons are fascinated, but even the females seem to see my elementary school girl's charm surpassing the sky, and it really is both male and female!

   I just don't know if they can conjure a child with magic.

  Speaking of which, the dragon doesn't seem to value it very much. Wasn't there some evil gossip that Sephir's best friend Chromie was a male dragon?

   I don't know if there is any hehehe between Sefir and Chromie. "

   With a certain dark mind, after sending off the cheering little star, Black whistled and walked up and down the mage tower.

   He took some magic materials on his body, and when he was about to leave the mage tower, he suddenly heard a few sounds from the library.

  The pirate's ears moved, and with a funny expression on his face, he quietly disappeared into the shadows.

  In the library of the Mage Tower, two little gnomes were hugging each other, curled up in the shadow of the bookshelf, and it was obvious that they were terrified.

   "What to do? Wendell, the mages are gone, but they have left us here."

  Jesse Sparks hugged her husband's arm tightly, looked around with a little fear, and whispered:

   "We should have run just now, it's all your fault!"

   "We just ran out to feed the demons, we were right to hide here."

  The white-bearded dwarf Wendell Sparks was also sweating. He wore his purple pointed hat and held a black wand in his hand. He waved it gracefully, and looked around vigilantly.

   He said to his wife:

   "Don't be afraid, Jesse, we can find a way out, I will protect you, our Jindi is still waiting for us to go back, we can't give up."

"Um"

   The female dwarf hugged her husband's hand even harder.

  Although she is wearing a mage robe, she is best at baking magic. In short, making magic desserts, she is more like a magic chef than a mage.

  Although Mrs Sparkle's magical treats are a household name in Dalaran.

   But no matter how delicious the dim sum is, it can’t help right now.

   "We just need to sneak out and don't disturb those horrible warlocks. I learned some stealth in Gnomeregan when I was a kid, Jesse, come with me."

   Wendell Sparks is also scared, but as a man, he must support his wife at this time.

He wiped his sweat, stood on tiptoe hard, and walked out of the library with his wife step by step. When the warlocks came to attack the camp, he and his wife happened to be copying books here, and they escaped the disaster. .

   But this time, he needs to use his "skills" to escape from here.

  The two little gnomes walked quietly past a dozen bookshelves in the library, holding hands, and they moved to the entrance of the Mage Tower little by little.

Just as he was about to take a deep breath, and when he "sneaked" to leave, his two hands pressed on the shoulders of the two of them, and his arms pressed down hard, as if holding down two people who wanted to escape." little mouse".

   "Huh, are you dancing? Little gnomes? It's not a good dance move. Did you learn stealth from a gnome warrior?"

  Blake's gloomy voice sounded in the ears of the Huobi couple, causing Mrs. Huobo to scream, rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot. Well, she should be considered a normal dwarf.

  The courage is limited than that of the rabbit.

   "You! Evil Warlock! Stay away from my wife!"

   But Mr Wendell seemed more courageous.

   He waved his wand in a bluffing way. A yellow streamer of warmth wrapped around the wand, and the dwarf's scolding, as if he was about to unleash a terrible magic.

   "I warn you, I'm a high-level spellcaster in Dalaran!"

   Wendell Sparks exclaimed:

   "I will use my wand to unleash a doom"

   "Lighting the lamp?"

  The pirate stood up, tilted his head, and looked at the white-bearded gnome mage who was protecting his wife in front of him.

   He crossed his arms and said with great interest:

   "Wendell Spark, a low-level mage in Dalaran, has no magical talent. The greatest achievement in this life is to master the use of 'Lighting of Lights'.

  The Council of Six in Dalaran thinks your magic tricks are very interesting, and they grant you permission to light every street lamp in the Magic City with your magical lighting technique every night in Dalaran.

   It is precisely because of this 'special job' that you can get a low-level mage title in Dalaran.

  I'm curious, what are you doing in Northrend instead of lighting the streetlights in Dalaran? Oh yes, you and your wife have a little daughter named Jindi Sparks.

   She is not like you two.

   She is a very talented little mage, and the tuition fees for studying in Dalaran are expensive. "

  Black took out a few gems from his suitcase, tossed them up and down in his palm, and said to the white-bearded dwarf who was shaking his body in front of him:

   "You need money, right? Mr. Wendell."

   The dwarf is scared.

  The pirates uncovered his old bottom, and there were also several saliva hellhounds around him who were summoned by Black, and those low-level demons were not difficult for formal mages to deal with.

   But for Wendell Sparks, any hellhound could easily gnaw off his head.

   "I need money."

  The courage of the old dwarf did not know where he came from. He waved his wand with all his strength and threw out the magic trick he was best at in the most elegant manner.

   In the swaying ball of light rushing towards the pirates, he shouted in a trembling voice:

   "But not your money! Villains!"

   "Poof"

  Mr. Spark's spellcasting is elegant and his movements are perfect, but unfortunately, the lighting technique is the lighting technique.

  The flying ball of light was grabbed by the pirate's hand, and when he squeezed it, it dissipated in the impact of shadow magic.

   The old dwarf also sat down beside his wife in desperation. He opened his arms and roared at the hellhound beside him, trying to protect his family.

   "You really don't know how to flatter you! A dwarf, in your little stature, there is a soul that is fiercer than a tiger and is not even afraid of demons. You are no longer an ordinary dwarf.

  Looks like I have to punch. "

   Pirate Jie Jie sneered.

   took out a scroll from the magic bag, took the blood-red quill, and wrote the magic pattern on it, which seemed to release a terrible magic to destroy the soul of the gnome.

   might be a sinister curse that made his life for the rest of his life worse than death.

  Old Wendell closed his eyes in despair. He hugged his wife and thought to himself:

  My Jindi, your mother and I are going to die in this place far away from you. I'm sorry I can't bring back the book we copied for you.

   But do not grieve for us.

  My mother and I died fighting evil warlocks as mages, you can be proud of us.

   "Hey, is the inner drama over? Would you like me to give you some more time to reminisce about your long life?"

  Blake's joking voice sounded in front of Wendell's eyes. The dwarf who closed his eyes quietly opened his eyes, and saw that the pirate threw out something like an invitation card.

   There is a paragraph on it in beautiful Saras:

  Dear Miss Jindi Sparks:

  Through the recommendation and inspection of your recommender [Blake Shaw], we are pleased to inform you that you have been approved to study at Nassaras School.

  A list of materials required for admission is enclosed with the letter.

The    term is scheduled to start on September 1st, Year 7 of the Dark Portal, and we will be waiting for your Arcane Elements to bring your reply by July 31st.

  From the headmaster of Narthalas College: Aria Bluemoon (Elven Empire Royal Senior Magical Advisor, Queen Honorary Magic Guard Chief, Senior Grand Arcanist of the Court Wizarding Corps)

"This!"

   Wendell Sparks, the old dwarf's mood went up and down like a roller coaster.

   He has seen the knowledge and demeanor of Dean Lanyue with his own eyes. His daughter is studying at the mysterious and powerful Narsalas Academy, and he is absolutely willing.

   "Don't rush to thank you, bury your gratitude in your heart. Keep reading."

  Black stopped the old dwarf and made a gesture.

   So Wendell Spark continued to look down and saw a dazzling array of materials needed for admission:

  【Uniform】

   First-year freshmen need:

1. More than three sets of elven style apprentice robes (two sets of regular clothes, one set of dress)

2. Two triple-enchanted wizard pointed hats (one school hat, one top hat)

  3. A pair of protective gloves for testing (made from snake skin slough)

  4. A double-purpose cloak for concealment protection (for tactical training and actual combat lessons)

  Note: The above clothing can be bought from the quartermaster Miss Eudora, the quartermaster ship Alpaca of the Undead Fleet. If the attire does not meet the requirements, the new student will be refused admission.

  【Other Equipment】

   A wand (Secret style of the House of Nar'Thalas)

   A cauldron (made of mithril and adamantine)

   A set of primary tools for enchanting

   An Alchemy Inscription Balance

   Freshmen can bring an Arcane Elemental, Alien Fire Elemental or Water Elemental to school.

   I would like to draw the attention of parents here, first-year freshmen are not allowed to bring their own flying mounts [refers to living creatures that will pollute the environment of the college, magic flying carpets are not included]

   Wendell was sweaty in this series of requirements, which was much harsher than Dalaran's admission requirements.

  The pirate looked at him and asked softly like a devil:

   "Do you know how much this set will cost?"

"I"

   Wendell would like to tell Blake, let me give up with a price!

   But he was holding this admission invitation in his hand, and he was really too ruthless to cut off his daughter's future.

   This issue has been discussed with his wife before.

  Although Dalaran does not discriminate against gnome mages, in the nearly 3,000 years since the establishment of Dalaran, there are humans and elves among the archmages of the Kirin Tor Council of Six, but there are absolutely few gnomes.

   And there are very few gnomes who can hold high-ranking positions in Dalaran.

   Of course, the race of gnomes is inherently neurotic and not suitable for high-level positions, but as some reasons that cannot be said in the caster system, it is indeed difficult for gnomes to mix in the Dalaran system.

   In a word, becoming a high-level spellcaster is already the end of most gnome mages.

   There are very few who can become archmage.

   And if it is in the system of Narsalas Academy, maybe the genius little Jindi of the Spark family can really make a great career.

   At least in terms of developing spellcasting ability, she should be more successful than staying in Dalaran.

   But this set of admission requirements is really too strict.

  The old dwarf thought about it, but couldn't think of an answer, and then he saw another piece of paper that the pirate put in front of him, which was also an admission notice.

   But not for Kindy Spark, but for Wendell Spark, the old gnome himself.

  Blake's tone became lighter. He said:

   "Hey, in addition to the school of mages at Nar'Thalas College, we are also recruiting for the school of warlocks. I think you and your wife have the potential to become warlocks.

   That's right, you are limited by your talents, you can't become a good mage, but it's no big deal.

   We warlocks never care about talent.

  As long as you have the mentality to dare to sign a contract with the devil, you can embark on the road of warlock. Don't be afraid, don't listen to the nonsense of Dalaran's mages. The road of warlock is not as dangerous as you think. "

  The pirate patted Old Wendell on the shoulder and said in a persuasive manner:

   "As long as you can control your mind, resist the erosion of fel energy, suppress the desire for destruction that is constantly surging in your heart, and can distinguish the difference between madness and reality.

  The most important thing is, don't call the demons you can't control, and don't recite spells you don't understand.

   can do this, I promise, you can live at least the first three years of being a warlock

  Come on, sign this admission contract and become a member of the Warlock Faction of the Academy of Nar'Thalas.

   We are currently working on a 'Graduation Orientation Assignment'.

   If you sign another contract that you are willing to serve the Undead Fleet after graduation, your daughter's enrollment fee, including her subsequent tuition, will be covered by the fleet.

  How sweet, parents and daughters go to school together.

   In the future, you will talk about different things. She will call you Dad, and you will call her Junior Sister or Senior Sister.

   How awesome, right?

  What are you hesitating about? Sign it.

  You daring gnome who dares to yell at me, we in the school of warlocks need something like you.

   I have seen that you have the potential to be a great warlock.

   Of course, if you can't make it in the future, it will only prove that I am wrong. I don't like to let others say that I am not good at it, so work harder, Wendell, and make sure to make some achievements.

   Don't embarrass me. "

After speaking, the pirate carried his hands behind his back, hummed a song, and waved his hand, and there was his contract demon. The powerful and crazy Clinflan waved the magic steel battle axe and drove away the few sightless hellhounds around him. Back to Twisted Void.

   That crazy and powerful demon that made the old dwarf shudder at a glance, lowered his head and showed Wendell a hot and dangerous terrifying smile that would make him have nightmares.

   Wendell's wife woke up a few minutes later, she heard her husband say what had just happened, picked up the admission notice and looked at it again.

   Mrs. Spark turned pale.

   In addition to her own admission invitation, she has another contract to hire Jesse Sparks, also known as Mrs. Sparks, as a baking magic assistant and a back chef at Narsalas College.

   "What to do? Wendell."

   Mrs. Spark looked at her husband.

  The latter held his head and held the wand he had used for nearly a hundred years in his hand, with a sad expression on his face. He looked at Little Jindi's admission invitation, and then at himself and his wife.

   After a few minutes, he sighed and said:

   "Sign it, it's April now, and Jindi is still five months away from entering school. We should give Xiao Jindi an academy assessment."

   Having said this, the old dwarf Wendell tried his best to give his wife an ugly smile.

He says:

   "At least, you don't have to worry about tuition fees. And those demons are very powerful. If you see Millhouse next time, you might be able to scare him."

   (end of this chapter)