Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

In Stormwind City, the king fell into deep thought while looking at the invitation letter on the table in front of him.

"Father, are you looking for me?"

"You're here, Langdon," Tarilance recovered and looked up at his child. "Is the etiquette lesson over?"

"Yes, father." Langdon sat across from him. "What's the matter? Your personal guard captain is still waiting for me to go to the martial arts arena."

"Well, I have received an invitation here," Talyrence said while handing him the scroll in his hand, "it's about the Academy of Magic."

"Magic?" Langdon's eyes lit up. "Is it the kind of magic school mentioned in the storybook?"

"Ah, I think it should be about the same," Talyrence was stunned for a moment, "You also know that there is an Elven Archmage in the southeast of our territory, he has just built a college and is planning to recruit the first batch of students, you Want to go?"

The little prince was stunned for a moment, and was about to agree, but suddenly remembered something: "Father, how many years do I need to go there?"

"Huh? How many years? How many years do you intend to stay?"

"I think three or four years will do," Langdon whispered. "After all..."

"After all, you are a human, right?" Tarilance took over the words, "I see, you should prepare your luggage first."

Langdon didn't know how his royal father communicated with the elves over there. He only knew that Tarilance told him at the dinner table that night that the basic schooling period was five to seven years, and there were fixed holidays every year. It is entirely possible to return to Stormwind City during the annual vacation.

The little prince bid farewell to his father soon, left Stormwind City through the portal, and came to Le Numerville.

Although he is the heir of the Stormwind Kingdom, Langdon was traveling far for the first time, and because of the requirements of the elves, he did not bring any servants with him, so he stood there blankly after passing through the door, not knowing what to do.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, human."

Suddenly a pleasant voice came from behind him. Langdon turned his head and found that it was an elf in a green cloth robe with long silver hair like moonlight. On her shoulder stood a creature like a lizard. Flapping its wings, it howled at Langdon, startling him.

"Ah? Oh? Hello? I'm Langdon Wrynn from Stormwind City, and this is my acceptance letter." Langdon hurriedly put down his luggage, took out a red scroll from his waist pouch, and handed it to him. The elf? At the same time, he stared blankly at the young dragon on the elf's shoulder.

"Welcome,

Langdon? I'm Vereesa, Vereesa Windrunner? This is Astilsera? A wyrmling. "The female elf glanced at the scroll in his hand, then clapped her hands, and a long-awaited construct came over and carried the prince's luggage on her shoulders.

"This is the newcomer guide, Newman Langdon? You can find your dormitory by following him. We will hold a welcome banquet in the evening, and he will take you to the hall when the time comes."

Langdon thanked him, and followed the structure out of the hall. He was shocked by the sight in front of him: the towering white tower exuded blue light? The canyon in front of him was filled with mist of five colors, and there were some faint voices coming from below. came.

He looked around and found that he was standing on the top of a high mountain, and there was a faint rune circle in the surrounding air? He reached out and touched it, and the blue light flickered away.

In the evening? Not to mention the exquisite tableware, beautiful restaurants and students of all races? Langdon was dumbfounded by the variety of dishes? Human, elf, and dwarf dishes greatly increased the knowledge of the little prince.

Langdon turned his head and looked to his front right. On the long table in front of the auditorium, four elves, a pandaren, a lover and a troll were sitting there, looking at the students in the audience talking in a low voice wearing something.

"Hey, human kid, do you want to eat this?"

Suddenly a dwarf came and interrupted his thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, I don't want to eat," Langdon shook his head hastily, and stepped aside.

"Then I won't be polite," the dwarf immediately sat next to him, hugged the plate and began to eat, while turning his head to introduce himself to Langdon, "I am Soderling of the Wildhammer tribe, and I just came of age this year. "

"Ah, I'm Langdon, Langdon Wrynn, from Stormwind City." The little prince quickly wiped his hands and stretched out to the dwarf.

"Hello, Langdon," Soderling shook his hand, looked at him, tore off a large piece of meat and put it on the plate in front of Langdon, "We will be companions from now on, look at your small body, come on , eat more meat!"

Langdon looked at the bold dwarf dumbfoundedly, then lowered his head and started eating.

After drinking and eating, the elf sitting in the middle of the stage stood up: "Everyone, I am Aristophane Windrunner, and I am also the dean of this academy. You are the first batch of students I recruited, and you are also the head of this academy It is the cornerstone and seed for the college to grow, so I sincerely hope that you can spend these five to seven years fully and learn what you want to learn."

The elf mage paused, and then looked at the sixty or so students in the audience. There were humans, elves, dwarves, and trolls among them. They were all young, and it was a good time to learn to grow and fix the three views.

"Okay, let's all go back, our class will officially start tomorrow."

In this way, Langdon stayed and began an intense and orderly apprenticeship.

Every morning, they will run for an hour under the leadership of the pandaren Lao Chen. In the morning, Aristophanes will give them a tome on the basics of spells, and in the afternoon, Sencilia and Lucia will take turns to lead the spell practice. , It is said to be free activities at night, but under normal circumstances, the troll and dwarf will take turns to teach them about herbs and ores.

Under this kind of high-pressure training and education, several races have gradually differentiated: first of all, the trolls, under the leadership of the priest Jallo, the troll teacher, they crazily absorbed Professor Aristophanes. knowledge, and relying on their superb self-healing ability, they didn't care about being injured during the spell training in the afternoon, so they mastered the most spells.

The elf apprentices are just the opposite. They still retain the inexplicable pride of the long-lived species. Although they are good at casting spells, they don't work hard. Only a few apprentices from commoner families will choose to participate in the troll and dwarf teacher training program. Take elective courses, and the rest either meditate in the dormitory by yourself, or sleep in the dormitory.

And Langdon and Soderling united together. They united humans and dwarves, and fought steadily. Although they didn't master many spells, their basic knowledge was the most solid.

In this way, half a year passed quickly, and the results of the first test were also shown. As expected by Aristophanes and others, humans and dwarves occupied the top rankings in the theory course, elves were in the middle, and trolls were last; In the practical course, trolls took over the top five, followed by a few elves who usually work harder, then humans, dwarves, and trolls occupied the middle, and the last few were "encumbered" by elf apprentices.

After the result was announced, it caused an uproar in the territory, which made all the elves who claimed to be "magic darlings" have to lower their proud heads.