Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 498 51. Embrace this glorious tradition from the College of Nar'Thalas

  There is a towering watchtower on the coast of the North Island of Tol Barad, which was originally part of the island's defense system, but was mostly destroyed in the Orc War.

  Taki is still there, but the first half has been torn apart like a gust of wind.

  The Warlocks are planning to rebuild the abandoned watchtower into their stronghold in Tol Barad.

  Although the redevelopment plan of Nar'Thalas College has left a teaching place for the Warlock School, the paper plan and blueprints are still very impressive.

   But the reconstruction of the famous schools for thousands of years must be the establishment of the school of mages and research institutions first.

   And according to the strict construction method of the high elves, the Warlock Academy cannot be built in two or three years.

   Until then, warlocks must have a stronghold for teaching work, as well as performing some evil magic operations, summoning demons or researching fel energy and the like.

  These magics cannot be carried out in Losberg Town, because a little carelessness will lead to the leakage of fel energy, triggering a demon invasion event, and looking for it, this abandoned watchtower is the most suitable.

   To be honest, Dean Lanyue and her mentors did not leave a college sewers as a teaching place for the warlocks, which has already given them a lot of face.

  Smelly Warlocks can't complain, they should be grateful to Dade.

   "Our faction represents the freshman of the Warlock School and must have a handsome name."

  At dusk, the "first lesson" taught by Blake himself for the six apprentices was in progress, and the reunited trio of warlocks were back to work again.

   They got together, chatting and discussing the name of the school.

   "I propose to call it the 'End Club'!"

  Evil Eye leaned on his beloved "dog staff", and threw an inferior soul stone to the big mouth of the solidified demon at the top of his staff, and said with a serious expression:

   "This name is very good. I thought about it all the way. It will end everything and everything will wither!"

   "It might as well be called the 'Withering Club', isn't it more domineering? You thought about it all the way, and you came up with such a crappy name. You are so proud of yourself. Sure enough, when the green skin thought about it, the gods laughed.

   You have no cure for the muscle-filled problem in your brain. "

   The skinny boy stroked his proud magic jewelry, put on his hood, and said gloomily:

   "I actually considered this issue along the way. It's better for us to call ourselves the 'Twilight Brotherhood' or the 'Twilight Sect'. There is a touch of loneliness in literature and art, which is very in line with us warlocks who walk the dark road."

"Not good, not good!"

  Zarak waved his hand, he tossed the Loa bone dice up and down, the masked giant magician smiled treacherously, he said:

   "You have no idea what the captain did in Northrend, killing a true demigod! And humiliating the weak and devious loa in the dark places of Zuldrak.

  I am a bystander, so the name of our faction must bring out the dark power of the captain.

   It would be better to call it the ‘God Killing Society’.”

"Snapped"

   The chatter of the three high-level warlocks seriously disrupted classroom discipline.

   The master warlock who was teaching the apprentices was extremely angry, and when he raised his hand, a "spiritual plague" was thrown away, plus a "spiritual shock" detonated by three shadow black balls.

   The cool and gloomy shadow magic power created a black light that whipped the soul in his hands, and it was like a pirate's left arm growing black magic tentacles during repeated beatings.

  This sudden magic caused a violent shock in the ears and hearts of the three high-level warlocks, and the three bullies covered their heads and wailed endlessly.

   "Captain is about to use up magic, we can't hold it anymore."

   "I am a rigorous academic educator. If I am not serious in my class, this is the end!"

  Blake said in a cold tone, withdrew the magic power of mind whipping, coughed a few times, then turned his head amiably, and said to the six apprentices of warlocks:

   "Come on, let's move on to the fourth mana model variant of 'Shadow Arrow', which I call 'Shadow Blast', inspired by the magic theory of the faculty mentor Farodis of the School of Mages.

  Well, now that we've come to this.

  After class, you go to the South Island to find the librarian and borrow the magic book I just mentioned. You must learn to use analogies.

  Three days later, there will be an in-class exam on "Multiple Mana Models of Fire Shock".

   Say something else.

   In this class, there will also be an in-class exam for the "Preliminary Solution of Shadow Arrow's Mana Model". The time is ten minutes later, so you'd better listen carefully just now.

   I hope you took notes.

   You better take notes. "

  The pirate tapped on the blackboard with his scythe and staff, which had been painted with various uncomplicated mana model variants in Thalassian language.

   Hearing this bad news, the dwarf warlock Wilfred, who had been wandering in the classroom just now, turned pale, and the little girl next to him, Biqiuka, was even more confused.

   She and the gnome warlock were the two "self-taught" among all the people present, and the only two who didn't understand Thalassian.

The things   the pirates draw on the blackboard are like a book from heaven to them.

   "The College of Nar'Thalas teaches in Old Thalassian, and all their literature is written in Thalassian, including textbooks."

  Annaris Moonshire next to Biqiuka reminded "kindly":

   "If you can't, then you have to learn quickly. From what I know about the captain, his 'patience' for these trivial matters generally does not last for more than three days.

   You don’t need to be proficient, but at least you need to be able to understand the common sense of magic.

  Look, little sister, I'm an elf, Thalassian is my native language, and I've got some Suramar esoteric methods that allow you to learn this complex language overnight.

  I would love to teach you too.

but."

  The Moon County girl rubbed her fingers and made a universal gesture, the female pirate covered her mouth and chuckled:

   "If you are interested, come find me on my boat after class, my boat is easy to find, and the most beautiful boat in the dock is my 'Pride of Moon County'.

   Remember to bring money, or other things of value. "

   At the same time as Yue County’s small business opened, Blake also took out the prepared test papers from his suitcase and sent them out. At the same time, he assigned a “very few” homework to the six apprentices.

   "Is this a week's homework?"

   The short troll Dakuru looked at the stack of papers in front of him, scratched his head and said:

   "Write one copy a day, and just finish it in a week, um, it's pretty easy."

   The Spark couple around him hesitated, Wendell Spark whispered to the "optimistic" troll:

   "No, it's a one-day amount. According to my observations at Narsalas College, we have one night to do it, and it's due before class tomorrow morning."

  “!!”

  The optimistic Dakuru suddenly widened his eyes when he heard the news.

   The other students were also trembling.

  The Great Instructor Blake looked at the distorted expressions on the faces of the apprentices, and suddenly felt the weird and dark "refreshing" in his heart.

   When Dean Lanyue assigned his homework, he must have felt the same way, right?

   Oh, dear teacher, I have learned from your words and deeds. I will definitely use the way you taught me, and I will definitely use the ten thousand-year-old tradition of Nar'Thalas Academy to teach my disciples with heart.

   The wicked pirate thought so, and the corner of his mouth curved into a satisfied arc.

   He thought for a while, and then said to the apprentices who were taking the class test:

   "By the way, there is good news to tell you."

  Blake leaned on the scythe and staff, spread his hands, and said beamingly to the high-level, low-level and warlock apprentices in front of him:

   "Seven days later, we will go to Dalaran as a sub-school of Nar'Thalas College to participate in a magic visit. As the master tutor of the Warlock School, I will choose a few people to accompany us.

   So blessed are you.

  We advocate practical teaching here, so for the next seven days, there will be three classroom tests and one practical confrontation every day. All those who pass are eligible to go to Dalaran with me to teach the group of mages.

   Can't pass

  My demon had a stomach upset recently and wanted a change.

   I see you all being tender and juicy, it will definitely be satisfied. "

  The words of the pirates were like a gust of wind blowing across the spire platform.

   made everyone, including the warlock trio, shudder. The dwarf warlock Wilfred, who was continuously frightened, thought the pirates were joking, and let out an embarrassed laugh.

   But he soon noticed that the three high-level warlocks had begun to silently take out various materials to prepare for battle, and he immediately realized that the warlock master was not joking.

   And the silence of the apprentices made the Master Warlock very dissatisfied.

   He knocked on the scythe and staff in his hand, and a demon portal opened next to it, and the big-eyed Glazer swayed out of it.

   Its seven eyes looked at the group of warlocks in front of it, and then it heard its master instruct the group of people in front of him:

   "The Warlock School Entrance Test will take place in ten minutes. You are all carefully selected elites. If your performance cannot satisfy my beholder, then I will be very disappointed.

   But I am a very generous person.

   You still have the opportunity to correct, after all, even a genius needs time to grow.

   But if the performance for seven days in a row is really bad, then pay attention in the next life.

  You three, come with me. "

  Blake waved his fingers and walked off the teaching platform with his trio of warlocks. The three warlocks were full of doubts when they saw the captain's power just now.

  The troll Zalak asked cautiously:

   "Captain, the magic you used just now wasn't warlock magic, right? It looks like the shadow priest's spell used by the ship doctor Ms. Natalie?

   When did you learn this? "

   "No, I didn't learn it, I just used it."

  Black smiled smugly.

The   pirate looked left and right, opened his robes, and showed three men♂ of different races the strong muscles and flamboyant tattoos on his upper body.

   These three sorcerers are truly their own.

   They also participated in Black's demon transformation experiment, and they would see the flowing magic lines on their captain's body, and they were all shocked.

   But after the shock comes ecstasy!

  Captain's magic has been completed, so as the participants, they have no credit or hard work, right? The sweet fruits of this victory, they are also entitled to enjoy!

   "Blessed are you three trash."

  Blake fastened the buttons of his robe elegantly, and said to the three warlocks who were drooling in front of him:

   "Take time to find Deriana and Nitiel in these seven days, they will be responsible for engraving the basic magic pattern on you, and each will choose their most powerful contract demon to be the 'inner demon'.

   No matter what you do, I only have one request.

  Before going to Dalaran, I must master this magic! If misfortune gets out of hand, Maris Magister will be happy to help put an end to your misery.

   Also, when we come back from Dalaran and the apprentices of warlocks come, the three of you will also become school mentors and teach.

   I will teach those six guys myself, and you will teach the rest.

  From now on, let me collect all your rotten problems.

   After all, you have to be a teacher, and it doesn’t matter at sea, but whoever dares to mess around in the academy and dare to embarrass my new school of warlocks, I will kill him with my own hands and throw him to the Nagfar as a ship slave. "

The trio of    warlocks would nod their heads in ecstasy. Seeing that Black was about to leave, Evil Eye hurriedly said:

   "Captain, we gave our school a name, let's call it."

   "Black Scythe Priory?"

   Black asked rhetorically.

  The three warlocks I look at me, I look at you, and finally give thumbs up at the same time, saying:

   "It's better the captain's name."

   "Well, I knew the three of you knew me the best."

  The pirate nodded with satisfaction, summoned his hippogryph to fly over, he waved his hand and said:

   "You guys are watching here. Give me a report tonight. I want to know the situation of the six apprentices so that I can arrange the teaching plan in the future."

   After he finished speaking, he flew towards the Nagfar amid the cry of the Hippogryph.

   left three warlocks looking at each other.

   After confirming the captain's departure, the skinny boy complained:

   "It's true that we are warlocks, but our faces are not black. Although everyone's luck is not very good, I am actually not satisfied with this name."

   "Then go tell the captain? Let's see if he will chop you up with his soul-eating black sickle."

   "Uh, forget it, don't dare."

   (end of this chapter)