Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 352, Section 42: The Dean of the Mystic Academy Angrily Rebukes the Elf Educators - Bonus Chapter for "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" Brother [45]

The twins easily swept through the students and faculty of Nassaras Magic Academy.

They can perfectly answer any magical mystery the other person asks, but their advanced questions following up on the other person's questions often leave the other person speechless.

This is not to say that the Nassaras Magic Academy is not good enough; they have indeed reached a very high level within their capabilities. The problem is that the "major version" has been updated.

The vast knowledge within the Star Sea allows the Gemini to freely utilize various "weapons" to strike back at the isolated Nassaras students.

The scene couldn't even be described as a brutal beating; it was a one-sided mental torture. It wasn't until Dean Blue Moon sent two magic princes to the scene that the "massacre" was finally brought to a halt.

During the Elven Empire, the magic princes would follow Queen Azshara to conduct some obscure magical research. Theoretically, they were all "disciples" who studied under Azshara. Using Queen Azshara's knowledge finally made the Twins feel the long-lost pressure.

Especially in the area of ​​arcane laws, which Azshara excels at, the Twins also have to think carefully about some topics.

No matter what enemy she faced, the elven queen would use her "Queen's Decree" to demand obedience from them, and every wrong reaction from the enemy would lead to instant destruction.

It is said that Azshara, with her wicked nature, enjoys most of all demanding that her enemies perform an elegant court dance in front of her.

Every wrong step has disastrous consequences.

Governor Tosedlin displayed this powerful and mysterious skill in a rare display, compelling Saloras to perform an elegant dance from an ancient era within the Grand Library Palace.

Saloras then retaliated by unleashing the Void Arcane Art: Curse of Flesh. In full view of everyone, she transformed Governor Torsedrin into an owl. Within minutes, he managed to shake off the spell and return to his elven form.

Now they're evenly matched.

The intellectual exchanges between Ms. Sandara and Aurecis were more "violent".

Lady Sandara used "Ice Age" to freeze Aureith to near absolute zero, a fatal situation. However, "Fire Maiden" used her pure holy flame to melt the ice and turn the tide. She then threw the ball of Sargeras' Flame in her hand, which Lady Sandara resealed into the ice crystal at the cost of damaging her outer garment and magical artifact.

The battle between ice and fire ended in a draw, with one of the elven leaders' clothes being torn off on the spot, revealing his private parts.

This result finally made Dean Lan Yue's expression improve.

She knew in her heart that Nassaras Academy of Magic had already lost. After all, her academy could no longer produce a "Prince of Magic," and Kael'thas, the most promising candidate, still had to face the dual tests of magic addiction and the Creation Fire.

Azeroth's academy has been passed down for ten thousand years, but the Arcane Academy perished more than twenty thousand years ago. In comparison, Azeroth is slightly inferior.

A draw is already a very respectable outcome.

"Today's sparring has broadened the horizons of the Empire's students!"

Dean Lan Yue stood on the platform of the Grand Library and announced loudly:

"The outstanding graduates of the Mystic Academy have shown us that the wisdom of the world of Argus is no less than our proud knowledge. Therefore, after discussions with the Deans, we have unanimously decided to share our campus with our fellow wise companions in the starry sea."

I hope so.

"But this is merely the end of a friendly competition between students, Dean Blue Moon."

Diakum leaned casually against the upper floor of the library and began to speak loudly:

"My teachers at the Mysterious Academy haven't shown up yet, just as you haven't yet displayed the most magnificent heritage of Nassaras Academy to your students. The collision of truths among students allows the light of wisdom to shine, but the main event is yet to come."

"You mean you want to have a debate with me about the truth?"

Dean Lan Yue's expression turned sour.

She sensed that the Vigilant was relentlessly pursuing her. Although Governor Torsedrin had previously analyzed Diakum's true intentions for her, Dean Bluemoon felt that such matters could be discussed privately, and there was no need to discuss the matter of supporting the Kingdom of Kaldorei in front of so many students.

Dean Lan Yue is a very qualified educator, and she would never want external wars to threaten her lovely students.

“I am just a pastor, Dean. I am willing to discuss faith with you, but pursuing the truth is not my forte. Moreover, as a physical education teacher, I have no reason to humiliate myself in front of such an outstanding spellcaster as you.”

Dick waved his hand and said in a gentle tone:

"But the Dean of the Mysterious Academy has also heard about the grand 'academic exchange' taking place here today, so he has taken time out of his busy schedule to come and have a discussion with you about truth and teaching philosophy."

However, due to the special status of our dean, this 'friendly match' exchange will not attract the attention of the students.

Please wait a moment. Clear the area and bring out your carefully prepared topics. The twins and Imira will try to solve the problems first. If they cannot complete them, the Dean of the Mystic Academy will take over the topic.

There always has to be a winner and a loser.

Dean Blue Moon exchanged glances with the other Highborne leaders, unsure of what the Vigilant was up to. When the twins heard that Commander Diakum had invited the "Dean," they immediately stood up.

There have only been two deans of the Mystic Academy. Archimonde is beyond dead, so Commander Diakum invited...
hiss!
Wasn't the plan to force the Highborne to participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal using this method? Sir, aren't you going a bit too far?

Do you, a physical education teacher and a security guard, really care that much about the reputation of the Mysterious Academy?

The elves realized the seriousness of the problem from the two people's behavior, so the headmaster immediately ordered the Great Library Palace to be emptied. The students obeyed. Although they were disappointed that they could not see their headmaster and the other headmaster's amazing magical skills being tested, they were also looking forward to it.

The outstanding graduates of the Mystic Academy are on par with the Magic Prince. If their physical education teacher can become a chosen one of the Force, how powerful must their dean be?
Ugh, I don't dare think about it too much.

The students left the Great Library Palace, but gathered outside, eagerly awaiting the final results.

The slow-witted students simply didn't want to see their academy lose face, while the astute students had already realized that the other party was up to no good. They were worried that the ancient and conservative traditions that Nassaras Magic Academy had maintained for thousands of years were about to undergo a major change.

Those who are just having fun don't care who wins or loses; they just want to see bloodshed!
Wow, I've been stuck in this lousy academy for ten thousand years and still can't graduate, but to witness such a spectacular clash of superb magic today, it's worth dying for!

Fight!
It would be best to have Dean Blue Moon use the Tide Stone to send Titan power to these stinky alien mages one by one, sending them all to the heavens!
"click"

The antique box that Dean Blue Moon brought was opened.

Gemini and Imira stepped forward to examine it closely. Inside, nestled in the luxurious purple velvet, lay an irregularly shaped stone that resembled a multifaceted crystal.

At first glance, it is not particularly outstanding, but upon closer inspection, one can discover that none of the thousands of facets of this crystal are symmetrical, and when natural light shines on the crystal, it refracts exceptionally complex elven arcane runes.

Judging from the level of detail and the amount of work involved in the engraving, it is clear that this is an absolutely amazing artifact.

"The Stone of Sahien, the last masterpiece of Mennar Academy."

Dean Aiya Blue Moon stroked it with a sorrowful gesture and explained softly:
"That is an imperial higher education institution that is comparable to the Nassaras Magic Academy. It is located in Zin-Azsari, right next to the Well of Eternity. Queen Azshara would occasionally visit and lecture there. My good friend Selwyn teaches there."

She was a magic prince and one of the first mages to discover the Queen's collusion with the Burning Legion.

She immediately realized the Burning Legion's scheme, and thus created this artifact, which contained the essence of the Water of Eternity, giving it the ability to influence or even control the Well of Eternity.

It is because of the existence of Selwen and the Stone of Saheen that the demons have never been able to fully control the Well of Eternity, and the Dark Titans have never been able to enter the material world through the Well of Eternity.

It can be said that this magical artifact saved the world at that time, giving the anti-demon alliance enough time.

It was also Selwyn who sacrificed himself when the world collapsed, using the Stone of Saheen to suppress the power of the Well of Eternity's explosion, preventing the terrifying explosion from completely tearing the world apart and allowing the elves on the Broken Isles to survive with great difficulty.

Without her sacrifice, we would all be ghosts today!

The dean turned to the three disciples of the Mystic Academy and gestured for them to enter. She said:
"After the Well of Eternity disappeared, this artifact lost all its power, but the seal placed on it was Selwyn's last work. The essence of the Well of Eternity is sealed within this crystal. If you can break this seal, you may be able to create a second 'Sunwell'."

This is the last legacy my good friend left to the world.

These words made Kael'thas, who was standing next to him, widen his eyes in surprise.

As far as he knew, the Sunwell of Quel'Thalas was a miracle accomplished by his grandfather, the former King Dath'Remar, in exchange for a bottle of eternal water.

As a result, there were similar things at the Nassaras Magic Academy?
asshole!

How much Eternal Water have you bastards Highborne hoarding everywhere?
If that's all the blood of Mother World, no wonder the Star Soul Lord was so rude to us elves! I myself feel like we're a bunch of "rebellious children" hoarding the blood of the world!
"whoosh"

Anveena, the "Sunwell Ghost" hidden in Diakum's holy light, suddenly jumped out. Like a ghost, she clung to Diakum's shoulder, peering curiously at the crystal below.

She whispered:

“That lich wasn’t lying! The crystal contains a lot of the world’s blood, which is of very high quality. Give it to Mother. She is very weak right now and needs the power that once belonged to her. At least it will give her some breathing room.”

"Ah."

Dick nodded, and from his vantage point he said:

“If we unlock it, we will return the essence of these Worldbloods to the Azerothian WorldSoul. Begin, the three of you try to unlock it.”

“I can’t solve it.”

Saloras shook her head and said:
"This seal is already very complex, and after repeated attempts, the arcane lock has been completely locked. The only way to unlock it is by exhaustive search." "But the lock has dozens of points, and each attempt takes at least several hours."

Even Imira, the academic underachiever, shook her head vigorously, saying with certainty:
"We can keep trying, but perhaps we won't find the right solution before the world dies of natural causes. Or perhaps we can find the luckiest person in the world and use all the luck he has for the rest of his life to cast a 'wish spell'."

"No! This contains the essence of the blood of the Supreme Star Soul."

Aurecis patted her academically challenged senior on the shoulder and said:

"Unless the Dark Titan himself comes to preside over the wish-making ritual, no one else's wish-making ritual can touch the cause and effect of this wonder. Senior, when Grand Chancellor Vera of the Academy was teaching the basic application of the 'wishing ritual,' were you sleeping in class?"

"whispering sound"

Imira pursed her lips.

She looked up and called out to Diakum:

“We can’t solve it, Commander Diakum. You see, the twins don’t even want to try. So let’s hurry up and bring out the ‘Dean.’ There are so many demigods here right now. Let’s surround and kill them. Maybe we can eliminate the Great Demon Lord right here!”

"and many more!"

Governor Tosedlin was greatly alarmed and rebuked him:
"The Dean of the Academy of Arcane Arts is the High Demon Lord of the Burning Legion?"

"Don't make such a fuss, elf."

Imira turned around and winked, saying:
"These days, which ancient Eredar doesn't know a few demon lords? Becoming a 'high-ranking official' in the Burning Legion is one of the 'career paths' we Eredar can choose, isn't it?"

"Don't worry, he's here today as an 'enlightener' rather than a 'shaper,' although I'm not sure if he really wants to complete a long-awaited academic exchange."

But at least, that's what he promised himself.

Diakum tossed a Shadow Chaser egg, emanating an aura of the Void, from a great height, then used the Void Arcane Art: Curse of Flesh. As the egg, as tall as a person, shattered, a newborn blue Eredar body strode out from within.

Sachiel, who had been "invited" over, glanced at his slime-covered avatar, shrugged, and skillfully used a spell to summon a cleansing wind to make himself look more presentable. He then draped himself in an arcane-woven robe and used magic to create an Eredar crystal staff, which he then propped up on the ground.

When he smiled, the aura mark on his forehead also lit up.

A veritable Enlightener appeared before everyone. The elves were alright, but the three Eredar mages immediately grabbed their weapons.

"I thought I'd never have the chance to reclaim this title in my lifetime, but I never expected that my PE teacher would actually give me a chance to 'represent' the Mystic Academy. So, should I, the infamous great demon lord, lay down my weapons and let the magic of justice fall upon me?"

The guy laughed heartily, his cheerful demeanor showing no trace of the great demon's coldness and cruelty, but the shadow behind him as he walked still revealed a ferocious posture that was enough to frighten even the bravest dwarf.

Sacher stepped forward and bowed to Dean Bluemoon with the impeccable courtesy of an Eredar arcanist. Aylia Bluemoon, her expression complex, returned the bow, saying in a hoarse voice:

"On the battlefield of the Ancient War, you used vicious magic to kill all my companions! Shaper."

"Yes, I remember it very clearly. The Death Finger was especially accurate that day, and the Fel Force was also very cooperative. The black beam of light sent seventeen outstanding elven spellcasters into the realm of death."

You are the only exception.

You are the first mortal to survive that magic after I completed the 'Finger of Death' technique.

Sachil said in a gentle tone:
"Therefore, I still retain my assessment of you from ten thousand years ago, Aiya Blue Moon. Based on my understanding and research of phrenology, your skull will surely become the most exquisite magical artifact in the world."

Well, it's not just you; the skulls of everyone here could be crafted into incredibly powerful artifacts.

Only Diakum is not good enough!

My poor apprentice has been too poisoned by the grand principles of the Holy Light and the conspiracy theories of the Void. His skull will become a sacred relic woven with light and shadow, but that will no longer be the realm of pure arcane magic.

The guy swaggered around the crystal, and under the watchful eyes of the others who wished they could tear him apart, he stroked his chin, reached out and lifted the crystal with interest, carefully observing its unique facets and the chaotic nodes of the arcane maze on it.

A moment later, he raised his hands, suspending the crystal in mid-air.

As the fingers danced across the surface, the irregular crystal spun rapidly in place, like a Rubik's Cube.

It wasn't that the others were unwilling to smash this guy's head; the reason they were standing still was simple: a large-scale arcane decree had been applied to this area. Sachil's decree was "stillness," and every wisp of magic in the Great Library Palace was faithfully carrying out his instructions.

The magical energy flowing around the spellcasters was like a sharp blade; any slight movement would result in an instantaneous arcane cut.

"Don't worry, the frail body that Diakum created for me doesn't allow me to unleash a second major spell. At the very least, I definitely can't use 'Finger of Death'."

Sachil tried to unravel the mystery before him, saying casually:

"I can probably understand why Diakum wanted me to come here. On the one hand, without me, the old dean, relying on three students who haven't graduated, it's really impossible to promote the prestige of my Mystic Academy."

Especially when I'm with you, Elya Blue Moon.

The cunning little girl has hidden her fate too well. Even if Dick wanted to suppress you directly, it would be very difficult, unless he was willing to purify you, then the problem would become simpler.

On the other hand, Diakum wanted to use me to voice the threat that this hypocritical Lightwalker was unwilling to say openly.

High Elves, you are trapped in foolish decline and self-sustaining arrogance, which prevents you from finding your rightful place in this unfamiliar era, even after being rebuked by the Star Soul Lord.

You know you've done something wrong, but you think the world has let you down.

The enlightener let out a mocking laugh and said:

"You are desperately trying to salvage your image in front of the World Lord, preferring to secretly send mages to rescue the Green Dragon Queen rather than extend a helping hand to the Night Elves."

You will be involved in the war at Mount Hyjal!

You were once part of the anti-magic alliance. If the scattered elves cannot reunite, then it will be difficult for you to appear on the future stage of this world. Nasaras Academy of Magic, ah, the arcane holy land with a ten-thousand-year heritage.

Is this a sanctuary for the pursuit of knowledge, or a prison that seals away yesterday's dignity?
Azshara has failed, her empire has surrendered, but you old fogies don't seem to be willing to bow your heads and embrace the storm of the new world, clinging to that rotten signboard and preferring to sink into the mud. Ah, you are the kind of spellcasters I despise the most.

When I enter this world in the future, the first place I will destroy will be this place!
I will use the most cruel methods to raze this antiquated academy to the ground in an instant! Its existence is a desecration of knowledge and truth.

If you cannot achieve self-transcendence, then I, as an outsider, would be happy to help.

"Shut up! I won't allow it!"

Upon hearing the great demon lord's outrageous words, Dean Blue Moon was filled with rage and prepared to fight to the death. However, as she took a step, Sachiel's gaze fell upon her.

Amidst the flickering eerie flame, she heard Sachir say to her:
"What obsession makes the lich, lingering in the mortal world, unwilling to return?"

"what!"

Dean Blue Moon let out a miserable scream.

Her lich body trembled and crumbled, and in the moment she looked directly at Sachiel, she felt a powerful call from the realm of death.

"boom"

The Stone of Sarsien, which no one had been able to open for ten thousand years, quietly opened with the last movement of Sarsien's fingers. The complex arcane lock shattered into an arcane wind as it trembled, allowing the crystal to return to this era.

Sachiel chuckled, nodded in satisfaction, and gently pushed the crystal upwards in the arcane lift, eventually hovering in front of Diakum, where the Vigilant reached out and grasped it.

“This is to repay that ‘favor’ you did for me before, Dick.”

The enlightener waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice:
"We owe each other nothing anymore, so you better not run into my hands!"

His flesh and blood began to disintegrate.

The temporary body Diakum had created for him was clearly unable to withstand the prolonged presence of the Great Demon Lord, and as the skeleton crumbled, Sachiel turned back, looking at the three students with a gentle yet satisfied gaze, and whispered:
"You have not disgraced the Mystic Academy, children."

"After my fall, you upheld the dignity of the Eredar arcanists. I am pleased with this reunion. May the legacy of the Arcane Academy continue to flow among these stars; it is the proudest achievement of my life."

"You don't pay people for doing things for you?"

Imira mustered her courage and spoke up. Sachil pursed his lips, stretched out his finger, and used his last bit of magic to create a pulsating Eredar rune, the imprint of the great magic "Finger of Death."

他 说:

"You've been paid, so study hard! Especially you, Imira from Oronar City. If you haven't gotten your diploma by the time we meet next time, you can expect the Shaper to give you a 'make-up' lesson."

His body shattered, turning into a mass of black flesh and blood that quickly vanished onto the polished floor. But the Sculptor's will remained. It glanced back at the elves behind it and loudly proclaimed:
"The Academy of Mysteries wins this trial of wisdom! Elves, fulfill the obligations of the losers! If you are not willing to listen to the Vigilant's reasoning, then wait for the Shaper to come to you to ask for the truth."

(End of this chapter)