Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The manager of Amber Cliff, Ms. Avanor, the Kirin Tor High Mage, listened to the report of the battle mage in front of her in a daze. She had just woken up from last night's meditation.

His thoughts were still a bit uncirculated, so he asked:

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

He told me that that academy was well-known during the Elf Empire and had trained several magic princes for Queen Azshara. At least one-tenth of the high-level spellcasters in the entire empire graduated from there.

But it should have been destroyed in the Catastrophe and sank into the sea along with Queen Azshara's empire. How could it suddenly appear? Or appear in this ghost place called Northrend?

Can their identities be confirmed? Are they a bunch of liars? "

"Not a liar!"

The elf battle mage who was sent back by the captain to report immediately explained:

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

Their flag is indeed written in the ancient Thalassian language. The writing used during the Elf Empire is close to being lost in Quel'Thalas.

These characteristics all indicate their identities, and there should be nothing wrong with the fact that His Excellency Archmage Nielas Ellan is accompanying them. "

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

Ms. Ivanor rubbed her head, while adjusting her robe, and holding her staff tightly, she complained:

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

She was promoted as a battle mage.

I do know some knowledge in this area, but I am not an expert.

Could it be the blue dragons' fault?

I explained to them that the idiot who stole the dragon egg last time has been sent to the Violet Prison and will never come out again in this life. We also returned the dragon egg and gave him an apology gift.

Do they still want to pursue it? "

"Ma'am, that one"

The elf battle mage who followed Avanor toward the outside of the mage tower hesitated for a moment. He whispered to the human mage in front of him:

"Dalaran is the famous 'Magic Holy Land' in the Eastern Kingdom. Those elves who want to exchange magic must come to you.

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

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

It needs to be striven for and recognized, not boasted honors.

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

"this"

Evanor was embarrassed.

She said a little embarrassed:

"Isn't this just bragging? Everyone said so, so it became like that from word to word. You elves are too serious."

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

The young elf battle mage was leaning on his staff, with a light in his eyes as if he was just watching the excitement, and said seriously:

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

We have experienced the ancient wars and been persecuted by the Kaldorei elves, and we no longer care about these false names. When other people say that Dalaran is a magical place, we just smile knowingly and don't take it seriously.

But those elves were different.

Judging from the shape of their ears, they are most likely the legendary upper elves, but they are all loyal to Azshara. So if you show cowardice when discussing magic with those elves today, Dalaran's reputation will be damaged.

According to legend, the Highborne are notoriously arrogant and venomous."

These words made Avanor feel guilty for a while.

I contacted Dalaran on the spot and quickly sent several archmages with rich theoretical knowledge to come to the rescue. However, everyone was already at the door and it was too late to call for help.

I just have to bite the bullet myself.

Facts have proved that if you do something like this, the end result will not be very good.

Fifteen minutes later, there was another mage tower filled with books.

Dean Lanyue finished reading the classic in his hand, put it aside, and said with a regretful tone to Ms. Ivanor, who was sitting opposite, with sweat on her forehead and dull eyes:

"The collection of books in Dalaran. What should I say? There are too many mistakes. Please don't mind my directness, but as a spellcaster, such mistakes are unforgivable."

The dean pointed to the dozen magic books on hand and said clearly:

"As far as I can see from reading it, there are at least seventy-three errors in your records of my mentor, Mr. Maitri's magic theory.

I believe that my Quel'dorei compatriots who are good at magic will not make such stupid mistakes. Therefore, it should be you who appeared in the triple conversion of ancient Sarath language, modern Sarath language, and human common language. Transcription error.

As a spell caster, this attitude is not acceptable.

Take this book "A Preliminary Interpretation of Arcane Strengthening Theory" as an example. It records seven mistakes in spells, which will cause you to increase the escape rate of magic power to a terrible level when you use arcane strengthening rituals.

This book has been in Dalaran for thousands of years, but you couldn't find and improve this obvious error? "

"No, no, no, Dean Lanyue, you said it wrong."

The Archmage of Elam sitting on the other side looked down at his book and said without raising his head:

“Fifty-seven years ago, I submitted this error to the six-member council in a paper and gave a way to improve it, but I don’t know why, this error has not been corrected yet.

Perhaps it is because the mage who originally translated this book is the direct ancestor of a certain archmage in the current six-person council. "

"puff"

Precise last hit.

Ms. Ivanor could feel her rapidly beating heart being stabbed hard by "one of her own".

Archmage of Elam!

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

"Well, it turns out it's not a lack of wisdom, but politics and academic circles?"

The disappointment on Dean Lanyue's face was even worse.

She saw the embarrassment of the high-level mage in front of her, so she "considerately" ignored the topic, and picked up the research notebook in Ms. Ivanor's hand.

This action is a bit transcendent.

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

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

In front of this elf legend who should be in ghost form, she felt the long-awaited experience of studying in the mage tower in Dalaran when she was a young mage.

When he saw Dean Lan Yue flipping through his research notes, he felt an undue fear and worry in his heart, just like the helplessness and weakness he felt when being instructed by his tutor on his homework.

"This idea is very groundbreaking."

Dean Lan Yue suddenly said something, causing Ms. Ivanol to raise her head in surprise, as if she were a primary school student being praised by her tutor.

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

"Unfortunately, it is completely wrong to create a mana model based on ideas."

Ms. Lan Yue 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 true apprentice.

Come to Dean Lanyue and listen to her explain her mistakes.

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

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

The pirates at the entrance to the mage tower widened their eyes at this scene.

Hello!

Dean! Dean!

What are you doing?

We are here to compete in the gym, not to take classes!

Didn’t we all agree before? You come to attack them, and I come to provoke them. It's best to make them embarrassed and angry on the spot, and then we take advantage of the situation and demolish this damn place.

Why are you still taking classes?

Can't you temporarily put away your quirks as an educator that have nowhere to go?

And you!

The High Mage of Dalaran!

You dare to learn whatever anyone teaches you, right?

Aren't you afraid that this thousand-year-old ghost in front of you will teach you to go into the ditch? Alas alas! That's it, what's going on with you battle mages!

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

How could he be attracted to Farodis?

Is the instant technique of lava fireball he explained so attractive? Why did you take out your notebook? What's going on with that expression of a good kid listening to the instructor's lecture?

Hello!

That is the knowledge of our Nathalas Academy!

Don't you have to pay to sit in?

What a waste of money!

Don't listen, you bastards!

"Thank you for your explanation, Tutor Farodis. I always thought that there was something wrong with my spell-casting habits that prevented me from skillfully using the ignition formula in battle.

After listening to your explanation today, I discovered that it was my father who taught me wrongly back then.

No no no.

My father did not teach me wrongly on purpose, it was his tutor who taught me wrongly back then. "

A beautiful girl wearing the robes of a high-ranking Kirin Tor mage thanked Prince Farodis with a heartfelt expression. The latter waved his hands casually and said in gentle Salasian:

"I retract my previous 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 talent for casting spells is also very amazing, especially this valuable thirst for knowledge, which I rarely see in my fellow elves.

We have lived too long, and our learning efficiency is far inferior to yours. "

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

The human girl held her notebook, as if she had made up her mind, and said to Prince Farodis:

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

I'll pay you! "

"sure."

Prince Faroldis is a very talkative person.

He smiled and nodded, and a group of other battle mages suddenly became noisy. They also had their own questions that they wanted answered.

His Royal Highness came to welcome everyone, and while thinking about Amy Marin's laboratory, he casually pointed out the problems of these "little mages" in his opinion.

With just a few casual touches, they can find solutions to the problems that have troubled them for a long time.

Farodis, like Dean Lanyue, never takes the initiative to give answers.

He would only give out ideas. To find the answer, these mages had to rely on their own wisdom.

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

Outside the mage tower, Blake, who had originally rushed over to play in the gym, looked desperately at the joyful "magic exchange" in front of him.

This was completely different from what he had imagined.

If this continues, he will no longer be able to do what he promised the blue dragons to do to expel the Kirin Tor mages.

"Ha, it seems that we, the warlocks and pirates, have to do this kind of thing!"

Blake was determined.

He casually summoned a Nightborne mage and asked him to return to the fleet, inform the captains to prepare for plunder, and launch an attack tonight to drive these mages back to Dalaran.

"These mages of Dalaran are so frustrated. My dean didn't even take action. They just knelt down obediently. This is how they still have the nerve to call themselves the 'Holy Land of Magic'.

I bother!

These four words are simply insulting. "

The pirate walked towards the amber cliff with an angry voice and complained viciously:

"I was intimidated by you before. I didn't understand before. I thought you were a magical city, and I was a little wary and afraid of you. But now it seems that you are just a sheep in tiger's clothing.

Even the inherited magic books have so many errors.

This deaf disciple trained by a blind master fools laymen, but when he meets an expert, he leaks the truth. What is there to be afraid of?

whispering sound.

I'll take action on you next! "

With that said, Blake took out the dwarf pipe and was about to smoke some cigarettes to diffuse the heat. He accidentally discovered two dwarfs arguing. He leaned over and listened.

The result was a very interesting conversation.

"You are crazy! Wendell, our little Jindi is only 13 years old this year! She has become a little mage in Dalaran. She has a great future. I will not 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 dwarf mage wearing a big hat comforted his wife and explained:

"You just saw that the high-level mages of Dalaran were scolded by those weird elves like apprentices. They are usually so arrogant that they don't even dare to refute.

This shows what?

This shows that those weird elves are more powerful in magic than Dalaran! Didn't you listen to the elf with glasses? The magic books inherited from Dalaran are all wrong!

If we continue to learn like this, wouldn’t it be a waste of our little Jindi’s talent?

Although we have never heard of Narthalas 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 academy of elves.

Her talents will be better explored.

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

The female dwarf didn't speak, she just curled her lips and retorted sharply:

"Jindi has surpassed both of us! You only know the magic of lighting lamps, and I only know the magic of baking. We are not even official mages. But what you said makes sense.

There has never been a dwarf archmage in Dalaran's six-person council.

Although the humans in that city do not reject us, it is too difficult for dwarves to get ahead there.

A bastard like Milhouse is already the closest dwarf to an archmage, and yet he is a lunatic who sent his wife to prison! Maybe, maybe we really should give little Jindy a better choice.

But we can't force her! "

Jesse Sparks said to her husband seriously:

"We have to talk to little Jindi about this after we go back to Dalaran and let her make her own choice."

"Okay, let's go back immediately. Time waits for no one. Wife, who knows where these elves will go after? We have to hurry up."

"Then those magic books with errors still need to be copied?"

"Copy! Why not copy it? Although our little Jindi can't use it, he can still sell it to those little mages after taking it back, which will just make another profit.

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

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