Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 4 4. Adventure game? No, no, no, this is a development game

"Principal, this is the attendance roster for the academy's faculty and staff for this month. Please review it."

In the city cluster made of gold and gems, there is the Arcane Academy built at the foot of the Mac'Aree Mountains. In the central government hall of this largest comprehensive higher education institution of the Eredar, the principal of the academy, Archimonde, who was thinking about important things, was interrupted by a knock on the door.

He raised his head and saw the Grand Chancellor of the Academy, Galasum, coming forward with a jewel scroll and a flattering look on his face to report on his work.

In fact, things like faculty and staff attendance don't require the principal's personal concern. The faculty and staff of the Arcane Academy, along with the students, total tens of thousands. Even if Archimonde is energetic, he can't handle these details. But to get by in the system, you have to show off your connections more often, and Grand Vizier Galasum understands this very well.

What's more, he is an "outsider" like Dick.

Dick came from the remote countryside of the Krokuun Governorate, while Garasum was a little better, coming from the Antorus region's subordinate educational structure on the Antoran Plains. But generally speaking, both of them were typical examples of nepotism that "did not match their positions" and were "his own people" planted by Archimonde in the academy system.

Since all power comes from the principal, paying respects every day and offering sacrifices to him all the time is something that must be done.

The key point is that the principal, Archimonde, is outrageous!
Although he was obsessed with power and authority, he did not have any excessive pursuit for wealth, beauty and quality of life. His daily life was as dull as that of an ascetic monk. The only thing that could be called "entertainment" was that besides his busy teaching and management work, he would personally test the practical spellcasting abilities of those outstanding students.

All I can say is that Archimonde is indeed an ambitious man who has transcended vulgarity.

This also led to other flatterers not knowing how to lick the principal, but Grand Chancellor Galasum had a solution. He opened a "principal-only" spell practice training ground in the quiet back mountain of the academy, and selected outstanding students from various subjects every week to send them to the principal for "training".

On the one hand, it satisfies Archimonde's professional ethics of teaching and educating people, and on the other hand, it also satisfies Ake's stringent requirements for improving his personal strength.

Otherwise, how come licking is also a skill?

Most people would never have thought of this, but Grand Vizier Galasum not only thought of it, he even set up an "Outstanding Student Reward System" specifically for this matter.

Any student who can satisfy the principal's desire to "have fun with his hands" in the practical assessment will be awarded such a medal and be a candidate for contact graduates of each class.

As a result, during the decades that Archimonde was in charge of the Academy of Arcana, the average academic performance did not improve significantly, but the students' combat skills were one better than the other. This also made the two archons of the Archon's Seat very satisfied with the educational results of Archimonde's "new teaching method".

Being able to get things done and being good at licking, Grand Vizier Galasum's future political career will be obviously smooth sailing.

that's the truth.

In the "Dark Portal Official History", this guy followed Archimonde to join the Burning Legion. His brother Archimonde became the leader of the Defilers, and he, Galaxus, became the leader of the Legion Lords. He also changed his name to "Jarlaxxus" and was even allowed to be called "King".

That's right!

This guy was the unlucky demon lord who was summoned to the Silver Tournament Arena by the careless dwarf warlock Wilfred who forgot to bring the magic seal on an ordinary battle day ten thousand years later, and was forced to face the three artifacts of Ashbringer, Salamene and Hammer of Destruction.

But at this time, the Grand Chancellor of the Academy had no idea about his future turbulent yet extremely unlucky career as the Demon King. He only wanted to make the principal, who had been very gloomy and anxious recently, happy.

When Archimonde took the attendance sheet, he immediately found the leave application submitted by the deputy captain of the academy security, Malderan. When he saw the reason why the other party wanted to return to Oronaar, the largest city in the Mac'are region, to pick up his family to come to the academy for a "vacation", Archimonde's eyes narrowed.

He glanced at the Grand Chancellor of the Academy and said:

"Things seem to be going well in Diakham."

"Yes, who would have thought that the country boy had such eloquence that he could persuade the stubborn Maldelin?"

Garasum, who clearly knew all of Archimonde's plans, whispered:

"I've talked to Vice Captain Malderan, and he didn't hide the fact that he already knew that old bastard Sachir was planning a coup. He's willing to follow you to restore order, but he has to settle his family first. After all, Oronaar is the largest city in the area and the headquarters of the Awakener Cult.

Once unrest breaks out, something bad is bound to happen there."

"You are at least the chancellor of the academy who is a role model for others!"

Archimonde knocked on the table in dissatisfaction and said:
"I'm supposed to be imparting government experience to students at the School of Public Administration. How can you be so foul-mouthed? Go ahead, give yourself a minor offense, and deduct one-fifth of your teacher's allowance this month."

"Oh, I was wrong, but you, the principal, are fair in your work. You are indeed an outstanding example of a teacher and a role model for our generation of educators."

The Grand Chancellor licked it decisively.

But it's not difficult to tell from this guy's smooth little combo that he deliberately swore in front of the principal so that Archimonde would have the opportunity to show his noble character.

Wow, that’s awesome.

"Progress is going smoothly in Diakum. With the academy garrison officers leading the way, our strength has been strengthened. But, Principal, the invitation from Sachir can no longer be delayed."

The Grand Chancellor of the Academy said with some concern:
"If you don't respond, they might become suspicious. According to Diakum's intelligence, they're already making final preparations for the coup. I've heard through some of my connections that even the departments directly under the Archon's Seat have been undergoing frequent personnel changes recently.

This should be Sachir's effort.

Although Mac'Aree is a prosperous place, its real power is only divided into three districts: Oronaar City, the Archon's Seat and the Arcana Academy. He holds Oronaar City as his base camp, and with the Arcana Academy in your hands, he will finally launch an assault on the Archon's Seat. Maybe he can really succeed.

I heard that they have begun to reach out to the Teleportation Court.

Once the capital region is cut off from other governorates, the only forces available to the Archon's seat, apart from the guard fleet deployed by Admiral Svirax on the coast of Eredas, are the followers of the Archon.

Honestly, my Lord, I think Sachir has the upper hand."

"Because he has the upper hand, our joining him is just icing on the cake."

Archimonde narrowed his eyes, tapped the table rhythmically, and played with a slightly hideous skull artifact. He whispered:
"On the other hand, only when the two archons sense the gravity of the situation can our speculative adventure yield greater benefits, don't you understand, Crassum?

When I met with Diak'um last night, he told me that he thought I could become the third Archon of the Eredar, governing our civilization alongside Lord Velen and High Commander Kil'jaeden as the symbol of wisdom.
After thinking about it, I felt that this was indeed a great opportunity.

Not only can we get rid of Sachir and gain the reputation of the spellcaster leader, but we can also use this incident to achieve our pursuit of power in one step.

Most importantly, he said something that really touched my heart.

Archon Velen has become increasingly sympathetic to the teachings of the Holy Light over the years, and has grown increasingly close to the two naaru who descended upon Argus millennia ago. It was only a matter of time before he changed his faith from Archmage to Patriarch of the Holy Light. If Velen became the leader of the people's faith, then the symbol of wisdom would be missing.

By then, the two-member ruling group might actually become a three-member ruling group! Then, my chance will come!"

"Ok?"

The Grand Chancellor's expression immediately turned sour.

It’s not because he thinks Dick’s suggestion is risky, but because how could the mediocre Diakum suddenly become so eloquent? How the hell did he come up with the idea of licking the principal’s boots from the perspective of this grand narrative?
What the hell!

I didn't expect you could lick like this! You really have a lot of hidden talents.

"But that's too risky, Headmaster."

The Grand Chancellor of the Academy shook his head and said:

"If you were simply suppressing a rebellion, it would be easy enough. But if you want to use this to improve your political status, you need to seize the window of opportunity. You need to allow the rebellion to occur but not let it escalate too much, which would be difficult to deal with."

"Indeed, time is of the essence, so we must first stabilize Sachir."

Archimonde said in a deep voice:
"I've decided to answer his call and join the Awakeners. That way, after victory, we can use propaganda like 'lurking alone, gathering intelligence, and sacrificing relatives for the greater good' to whitewash ourselves in the future. This will also help us win over the people of Mac'Aree. Then, you can use the academy's subordinate institutions to rally support for me in other governorates.

In this way, we only need to wait for the moment when Velen decides to move from the arcane to the holy light, and great things will be accomplished!"

"Hmm, good idea."

Garasum narrowed his eyes, shook his luxurious jeweled tail, and whispered:
"But this way, Diakum's undercover role, who knows a lot of inside information and has been declared 'dead' by the outside world, will overlap with yours. This will undoubtedly allow him to share your glory. I know you are a benevolent leader, but decisions must be made at critical moments!

I think, how about we..."

"Diachem is undoubtedly loyal."

Seeing the Chancellor of the Academy stretch out his hand and make a downward cutting motion, Archimonde sighed and said:
"He was willing to take risks for the welfare of the people, but unfortunately died in an assassination attempt by a crazy cultist. Such an achievement deserves the title of 'Saint'.

You go and do it.

Don't let the loyalist suffer too much, and not now. I need him to be a witness, and it would be best if a sincere magical video could be recorded.

As we all know, magical images are time-stamped, so they can't be forged. "Well, please leave it to me."

The Grand Chancellor of the Academy nodded and said:

"I will send the best students to 'protect' him, and by the way, regard this as the final assessment for the selection of outstanding graduates. You know, those ambitious students often do crazy and impulsive things for such an honor.

But after all, this is a matter directly related to one's personal future, so we can't say anything."

"But we are teachers and educators, and it is our responsibility to guide them onto the right path."

Archimonde stood up and walked to the window with his tail swaying. He looked at the peaceful Arcanum he ruled and the distant Mac'Aree Mountains. He put his hands behind his back, shook his head and said:

“Students should just be simple!
Don't always think about getting involved in these things that they can't control. The two sisters who were personally tested by me last month and are very talented
I have been in this profession for many years and have rarely come across such talented unpolished gems. What is even rarer is that they have a natural telepathy that makes their talents as arcanists or warlocks even more amazing. Just like how Sachir discovered my talent, I should also leave new treasures for the Eredar civilization.

Let them go.

Prove your loyalty and then join us in our journey to greater heights."

"Yes, Principal!"

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Garrison Commander Madeleine's request for leave was approved by the principal, and he set off that afternoon, leaving the garrison commander's dormitory of the academy alone with his beloved military Talbuk.

The Arcane Academy is less than a day's journey away from his hometown, Oronar City. Based on the speed of the specially domesticated Talbuk sheep, Malderan will be back by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. However, Dick also has an additional team of garrisons to take over the security duties, which was his previous request.

In order to avoid attracting attention, Madeleine specially selected a team of five very talented young people from the recruits to carry out this secret mission.

He had good intentions, but when the weak Dick saw the five people in front of him, the numbness that had just recovered a little became again.

This Eredar civilization is really awesome!

From the random selection of five recruits, they singled out the future "Heroes of the Lightforged." The leader, a young Eredar girl with a serious expression, spear slung over her shoulder, tried hard to appear competent, but her heartbeat was so rapid that even Dick, a patient, could hear it.
Your name is Fariya, right?
Later, he became the "Crescent Blade", the personal guard of the Archbishop of the Legion of Light, and the battle captain of the high-level Lightforged. He fought in all the battles, big and small, that the Legion of Light had fought across the stars for ten thousand years.

And the tall, silent man with a big sword next to Fariya, your name is Telamon, right?
The high-ranking Lightforged who would be honored with the title of "Lightsworn Blademaster" in the future also had outstanding military achievements and made outstanding contributions in the battle of the great lords' counterattack on the polluted planet Argus. He had originally retired but still went to Azeroth to join the Seventh Legion and played the role of a "lone hero", sacrificing himself to resist the Horde army and stayed behind, saving important figures of the Alliance in the future.

The other three are less famous: Grand Guardian Sovos, Lightforged Archmage Ymira, and "Sharpshooter" Barat.

However, just by listening to their nicknames in the future, you can tell that these three guys are definitely not ordinary people. They also left their own legends in the "Dark Gate Official History". They are the backbone of the Legion of Light that was formed in the future and are truly "thousand-year veterans."

There aren't many NPCs whose names and vivid deeds can be remembered by a hardcore gamer like Dick, and those who can leave a glorious mark in the magnificent history are even more amazing.

Therefore, it is understandable that Dick is lying in bed at this moment "inspecting" the "numb" state of his temporary security.

It's like you suddenly fell into a coma and your family hired temporary security for you. But when you opened your eyes, you saw... Holy crap! The three brothers Liu, Guan, and Zhang plus the two door gods Yuchi Jingde and Qin Shubao were standing guard for you.

This is too awesome!
At this moment, Dick suddenly realized that the game he was playing was not some damn "epic RPG", not at all!

This is clearly a hero development game.

As for the "Five Little Strongmen" in front of him, who are currently just recruits and have not even obtained the rank of "official garrison officer", as long as they are raised well, they will be powerful characters who can fight against a hundred people and even capture flags and kill generals in any mortal battlefield in the future.

The most important thing is, don’t look at yourself as a useless loser who has to gasp for breath even when moving. These future heroes will have to bow to you and call you “Captain” and “Senior” from the bottom of their hearts when they see you.

Ha, this is the status of a high-ranking garrison officer, even though his identity as the security captain was basically acquired for nothing.

"cough cough"

He coughed a few times with a sick look on his face and gestured with clumsy sign language, meaning that he was injured and could not talk to them, but was grateful for them coming to protect him.

As an arcane master who is still studying at the academy, Imira hurried forward and skillfully cast the "Mind Vision" spell that Archimonde had used last night, allowing Dick's spirit to form a temporary resonance with the five people in front of him to replace verbal communication.

"Thank you for your defense at this moment, brave soldiers, and be proud of the courage and sense of justice you have shown in this dark hour."

Dick showed a kind attitude of a "teacher" and said seriously:

"Not every recruit has the courage to accept the temporary call-up from the Mardran Garrison Commander. Do you understand the responsibilities you will shoulder?"

"We know, Captain Diakham."

Faria, the temporary captain of the Five Little Strongmen, replied nervously:
"Commander Malderan told us to ensure your safety until he returns. He said this concerns the stability of the entire Mac'Aree region and that you hold secrets that could affect the future of our country."

"That's true, but for your sake, I won't tell you the truth."

Dick smiled and said:
"Don't be so serious, kids. Since the outside world has announced that I was 'killed in an attack,' it's still safe as long as I don't show up. I asked you to come just in case."

"It was Garrison Commander Malderan who said this job could earn extra credits, so I..."

The outspoken arcanist, Ymira, embarrassedly confessed the truth. As her companions shook their heads helplessly, Dick glanced at her with a sullen gaze. He looked at the young Eredar girl in front of him, who was clearly lacking in self-confidence and somewhat self-deprecating, and sighed, "I'm not going to lie to you, are you?"
"Even though I've only been the security captain at the Arcana Academy for thirty years, I've heard of your 'big name', Ymira. An arcanist who managed to fail a course and repeat a grade for twelve consecutive years without being expelled, let alone the Arcana Academy, I'm sure even the lonely shepherds in the Petrified Forest of Krokuun have heard of your story.

Indeed, you are definitely someone who might be tempted by 'credits' to participate in dangerous operations, and you need this 'reward' more than others."

"Woo."

Dick's words completely broke down little Imira's defense.

The future Lightsworn Mage was so obsessed with the fact that he had tried his best but still failed to graduate that he kept complaining about it 20,000 years later when he returned to the ruined Arcane Academy.

But how to say it.

It’s not that this kid doesn’t work hard!
Otherwise, given Archimonde's unyielding character in education, she would have been expelled the first time she failed a grade.

The fact that she could come to the headquarters of the Palace of Mysteries to study already proved that Imira had the talent to do so. Unfortunately, the child's psychological quality was too poor, and for unknown reasons, she was indeed quite unlucky.

At least four of the twelve times she was held back were because she ran to save others in inexplicable danger and thus missed the exams, forcing Archimonde to show her mercy.

The child is smart, hardworking, kind, and courageous. He is obviously a promising talent that even the strict Commander Kil'jaeden cannot find fault with.

It’s just that I failed the exam, no big deal!
Just take the test a few more times.

Moreover, the presence of such a kind senior sister can somewhat moderate the overly "ruthless" working style of those ambitious students in the Arcane Academy.

In short, Imira is a legend and a mascot in the Academy of Mysteries. Some people may despise her, but no one hates her.

Now it seems that Imira has given up on graduation. She has come here to take the initiative to participate in the garrison officers' mission, and it seems that she is planning to "seek better opportunities."

This is a bad thing for the Academy of Mysteries, but a good thing for Dick.

"There's nothing for you to do here."

Dick thought for a moment and said to the "Five Little Strongmen":

"Help me up, this courtyard is secretive and low-key enough, so let me, a high-ranking garrison officer, as a senior, teach you some martial arts.

And you, Imira!
Don't lose faith because of the bleak past. Even if you can't become an outstanding arcanist, your spellcasting talent is there. I can give you a suggestion. Have you ever thought about becoming a priest of the Holy Light?
Although I know that the rapid spread of Holy Light doctrines in our society over the past millennia has clashed many times with the traditional path of arcane magic, since Archon Velen believes that the Holy Light is the power that protects justice and has intentions to turn to the Holy Light, you might as well follow the Archon, serve the morality of the Holy Light, and heal and protect the minds and bodies of the Eredar.

Given your personality, this might be the path that suits you better. Besides, no one says you can't continue to delve into the secrets of the arcane while serving the Holy Light, right?"

"Eh, eh, eh, is this even possible? But the instructors at the Arcane Academy said..."

"Considering that you've been held back for twelve consecutive years under their guidance, perhaps it's time to try a new path?
So, kid, tell me.

Do you believe them or me?"

Ps:

Thanks to the Silver Alliance brother "Frostfang Claw", the ten additional chapters are counted as on the shelves; thanks to the leader of the alliance brother "Stacked Armor丨Pass", the additional chapters are also counted as on the shelves.

(End of this chapter)