Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The opening ceremony of Nasarath College was very successful.

Although due to various reasons, the opening ceremony was postponed for almost half a month.

But for all visitors, being able to enjoy the most "authentic" rituals of the Elf Empire ten thousand years later is worth their long wait.

Especially when Dean Lanyue and a group of college tutors appeared on the stage wearing the oldest and most classic arcanist robes that combine elegance, beauty and majesty, any knowledgeable mages all gave their opinions. Warm applause.

Human mages had only seen this long-lost strange robe and the ancient magic rituals of the elves from the diaries and handwritten notes of Aegwynn and Medivh, the mother and son. They were fascinated by everything they saw.

In particular, the way the elves communicate with the magic network in the form of festivals is full of a simple and grand feeling.

They came to see the excitement and wanted to learn a few tricks by the way.

So many human mages took out their notebooks and started recording, and some picked up gnome cameras. But compared to these guys who were "joining in the fun", the Quel'dorei elves on the viewing platform were moved to tears.

How many years!

Quel'Thalas, which has always regarded itself as the orthodoxy of the Elf Empire, has also forgotten the glorious rituals of the empire. They have even fallen to the point where they need to be like humans who don't understand anything, rummaging through history books to find the afterglow of the most glorious era of the Elf. .

And now, the empire's most orthodox magic ritual is slowly unfolding before their eyes.

These ancient figures from thousands of years ago, the sages who once chatted and laughed with the first Sun King, His Majesty Dath'Rema Sunstrider, used such a ceremony to temporarily bring them back to the heyday of the empire.

Even if it was just an elusive illusion, all the Quel'dorei elves were moved beyond measure.

Human beings cannot understand such complex emotions.

They could not understand the Quel'dorei's supreme worship of the Empire.

It is precisely because these guys who call themselves high elves have a magical civilization that is very glorious in this era that Quel'dorei worships the Elf Empire commanded by Queen Azshara even more.

The white-skinned elves who are envied by humans know very well that the power currently possessed by Quel'Thalas is not even one-tenth of the Elf Empire.

Especially among the Quel'dorei elf spellcasters, every one of them is a "Spiritual Empire".

However, there are also people who are qualified to put forward opposing opinions on such occasions.

For example, when Dean Blue Moon personally came on stage to preside over the ceremony and led a group of elven ghosts to imitate the imperial period in worshiping the Well of Eternity in order to obtain magical blessings, several spectators from Suramar said disdainfully to the people around them:

"This gesture is obviously wrong! There is something wrong with their positioning. As the leader, Elya Blue Moon should be standing at the corona of the moon during the 'Star and Moon Ceremony' at this time, not the star eyes.

Either there was an important person missing from their ceremony, causing Ms. Blue Moon to have to temporarily adjust her position.

Either these self-proclaimed ancient elves have never participated in the festivals of the Empire Age. They are just fooling laymen. The opening just now was not bad, very exciting, and very consistent with historical facts.

But now it's much worse. "

"What you said is so clear-cut. Have you ever participated in a ceremony hosted by Queen Azshara herself?"

There were human mages around him who saw how arrogant the black-skinned elf was, so they couldn't help but make a deliberately sarcastic comment. As a result, the Suramar Arcanist glanced at the guy who spoke, snorted, straightened his clothes, and said proudly:

"I have never participated, but my father was once a palace attendant of Queen Azshara, and he participated in at least three festivals. My father is still alive now. He drinks three bottles of magic wine every day and is in good health.

When he drank too much, he would tell us about the glorious scenes in his memory. I grew up listening to these stories.

Do you think I understand? "

These words made the surrounding mages look at each other.

Well, this black guy doesn't look like much, but he didn't expect to be a big shot.

Immediately, human spellcasters sent invitations to the arrogant black-skinned elves to join their magic salon, and a mage offered money to invite his father to publish a biography or something.

The situation in Suramar is indeed special. There are many black-skinned elves who have truly experienced the era of the elven empire.

So arrogance comes from arrogance. They are indeed the most qualified audience to evaluate the carefully prepared ceremony of Narthalas Magic Academy.

But no matter what, Dean Lanyue's carefully prepared ceremony finally received full applause.

Especially at the end of the ceremony, when there was no Well of Eternity and so the magic power of the underground magic network could only be used instead, the arcanists of Nathalas Academy still used their superb skills to trigger the magic eruption and create a sky-sparkling The brilliance of the stars and the moon.

The day at noon turned into a starry night, as if reflecting the stars in the sky shaped by magic, intersecting with the elves on the ground, shining every ray of moonlight and starlight on the high tower and the sky of Nathalas Academy. In the hall, the group of ancient elves that seemed to have come to this world ten thousand years ago became magnificent.

At the same time, this ceremony was also used to apply the final layer of magical blessing to all completed teaching buildings and experimental sites.

The rolling light of magic intersected into a colorful rainbow light, which reappeared in the sunlight and turned into a rainbow across the entire academy. This elegant and shocking scene made the black-skinned elves of Suramar speechless.

They had to admit that these ancient elven ghosts did have two brushes.

The arcanists of Suramar can also do such a festival, but they have to rely on the Nightwell to achieve the same shocking effect.

There is not a powerful magic well on this island, so it can be confirmed that after Suramar, there is a second force in this world that controls the orthodox magic inheritance of the Elf Empire.

This is not good news for the arcanists loyal to Elisande.

After the ceremony, the formal opening process began, with the dean delivering a speech, and then outstanding student representatives taking the stage to speak.

This should be a very boring process.

No matter which world they are in, leaders have an uncanny ability to make people drowsy no matter how wonderful their speeches are. This is basically a "power of rules."

Not even an excellent spell caster like Dean Lan Yue can change this rule.

However, when little Gianna took the stage to speak as a representative of outstanding students, it immediately aroused discussion among the human mages.

Everyone knows that Jaina Proudmoore is the pride of Dalaran.

This extremely talented girl received the title of "Arch Mage" at the age of twelve, and has become the most attractive rumor in the magical world in the past period of time.

But now, has she even been poached by Nathalas College? Has Dalaran, the proud city of human magic, fallen to this miserable state?

This discussion was temporarily put to rest when Jaina explained that she was receiving advanced courses at Na'thalas College as an exchange student.

However, the alliance between Narthalas College and Dalaran at some levels made the Quel'dorei elves look unhappy.

They also have the nickname "Magic Nation". The rise of Nathalas Academy has impacted the Quel'dorei elves' strong position in the magic circle.

As a result, Dalaran and the Academy of Narthalas are now united again, causing all the pressure to fall on Quel'Thalas.

Hey, everyone is eating magic food in the Eastern Continent. Do you want to be so awesome?

"I'm so nervous."

Little Gianna finished her speech and let out a sigh of relief as she walked to the backstage of the ceremony.

She was rushing to put it on the shelves today, and she had no intention of giving a speech.

Fortunately, after experiencing the war in Pandaria, the little mage is no longer the child who focused on studying before, and she can still yell in this scene.

"Hey, little mage over there, you are walking very arrogantly. Do you know you scared me?"

Just when Gianna was about to go to the lounge to take a rest and wait for the ceremony to end and attend the reception reception with the dean and mentor, a familiar voice came from behind her.

Gianna looked back and found that Mr. Black, who had left before, was leaning on a pillar next to him, playing with his pipe and calling her.

The pirate had already changed out of his warlock robe and put on his sailing captain's uniform. The black pirate hat on his head really made it difficult for Jaina to get close to him.

But next to Black, there was the little fool Tanred standing there, waving to himself, his little face full of joy.

"Come here, Jaina, look! I passed the entrance exam."

Tanred waved to his sister and excitedly waved the freshman enrollment certificate in his hand. Just ten minutes before the ceremony started, his work had been recognized by Dean Lanyue and Provost Farodis.

Tomorrow he can study with Instructor Farodis in this academy.

As one of the most outstanding magic princes during the Elven Empire, Faroldis also had enough artistic accomplishments to teach Tanred to become an excellent artist and scholar.

"I just said you'd be fine."

Jaina is also happy for her brother's successful enrollment, which means that she can go to and from school with her brother, and she no longer has to feel the occasional loneliness in this strange environment like she did in Dalaran.

"Thanks to Mr. Black's help!"

Tanred pointed to the smelly pirate wearing a hozen mask and smelling of alcohol next to him, and said:

"My mother asked him to supervise my thesis. He is indeed professional in this area. Dean Lanyue said that my thesis was one of the best grammatical essays she has seen this year."

"Hey, you can't just say thank you to others."

Blake flicked his fingers and said drunkenly:

"You two little guys must at least treat me to a meal, right? Let's go, I have already prepared a banquet, specially made by the panda chef, and it is on my ship.

Anyway, you have nothing to do now, so come with me to have something to eat, and tell you something about your brother by the way. "

"Um?"

Jaina and Tanred raised their heads at the same time, their big eyes revealing deep doubts.

"Something happened over there, brother?"

The little mage looked very nervous.

Blake nodded and said seriously:

"Something happened, something big. I must tell you two immediately. Let's go. There are many people talking here. Let's go to the boat to talk."

The pirate snapped his fingers.

Nagfar, who was taking Reshi around in Nathalas Academy, heard her father's call. She jumped over with a whoosh, sent the three people back to the Nagfar, and then continued. Without any hesitation, I took my friends to have fun.

And in the large dining room on the upper level of the stern of the ghost ship, which was specially emptied, there was indeed a banquet prepared.

The ghost servants continued to deliver dishes and fruit drinks, and the ghost musicians of the Karazhan Opera Troupe played soothing music beside them.

"sit down."

Blake pulled up his chair and sat on the main seat. He looked at the two little guys who looked very similar in front of him. The first auxiliary dragon, who had also changed back to a sailor's uniform, appeared behind the captain holding a bottle of wine and filled Blake's glass.

The atmosphere in the restaurant with only three people quickly became weird. Even if there was beautiful music playing, it could not dispel the stagnation between the three of them.

"Why didn't Fenna come?"

Blake glanced at the empty seat next to him and asked the first parasaurus. Sephiel shrugged and said helplessly:

"She was putting on makeup. She said today was a big family reunion day and she had to dress up."

"Tell her to hurry up."

The pirate took off the hozen mask from his face.

While holding a jade pipe in his mouth, he shook his blond hair tied behind his head. As the blond hair spread on both sides of his shoulders, this action made Jaina and Tanred sitting opposite him "petrified" at the same time.

Especially Gianna

The little mage looked at the face that often appeared in her dreams merged with the figure of Lord Black, making her feel like she was in a dream for a moment.

That's my brother's face.

But he was wearing a pirate uniform that he could never wear, and a black pirate hat on his head, which was almost incompatible with the identity represented by this face.

It's like honey and chili mixed together.

It was as if his dreams and nightmares had come true at the same time, making the little mage feel numb in his claws for a moment.

Is it that straightforward?

Don’t you even want to pretend it?

How about you give us a little buffer time, tell a few vulgar jokes to liven up the atmosphere, and then reveal the damn truth?

You were so direct that it was difficult for me to accept it for a while.

"What's wrong? Two little guys."

Black held his pipe in his mouth and turned back, leaning on his vulgar and gorgeous captain's chair that was specially moved here. His warm blue eyes looked at the petrified sister and brother in front of him.

He said:

"It's been so long since I left, has Dai Lin even stopped your etiquette classes? When you see your brother here, you don't even say hello?"

"Ah, brother, you."

Tanred stood up as a reflex and was about to speak, but Jaina grabbed her wrist.

The little mage stared at the smelly pirate in front of her with a complicated expression. She seemed to be suppressing her anger, and her voice became hoarse.

she says:

“It’s all you, right?

From the Gilnean merchant in Dalaran at the beginning, to the pirate Black later, and when we met in Pandaria's dream, it was all you!

It's always been you who plays two roles for me

I finally understood why my father personally named a pirate ‘Two-Face’. Why didn't you tell me in the first place? Why do you keep giving me such wonderful expectations and then expose them now? "

"I don't like the nickname Dai Lin gave me."

Blake blew out a smoke ring and said:

"That makes me feel like he is mocking me. Also, is this the way a sister talks to her brother? Jaina, since I was reborn in the hell under the sea of ​​Khaz Modan, you are the first family member I have taken the initiative to meet. .”

"I hate you!"

Jaina suddenly burst out and reached out to lift the table in front of her, but Blake held her hand down and the table didn't move at all.

The little mage rushed to the door with a cry, but the hatch suddenly opened. Fenner, an idiot in an elf dress, stretched out her hand to hold Jaina's collar, and roughly pushed the crying little mage back to the chair.

She rarely showed the air of a big sister, patted the table and said:

"We are here today! The four of us, Proudmoore, are here to explain things clearly! No one is allowed to leave if we can't explain clearly! Whoever dares to step out of this door today, I will break his legs!"