Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 535, Section 74: The Shameless Gul'dan devised a shameless method to deal with other shameless people.

With a deathly pale face, Jaina staggered out of the classroom, clutching a stack of books. The formidable little witch wanted nothing more than to find a secluded spot to have a good cry.

Just now, Ms. Vera gave her the first homework assignment from the Mysterious Academy.

That incredibly powerful old witch from the Starry Sea was not only a highly skilled spellcaster, but also an exceptionally talented teacher. She explained those obscure magical principles in a simple and easy-to-understand way, captivating Jaina. However, in order to ensure teaching efficiency and mastery of the knowledge points, she decided to adopt some of the teaching methods of Lady Aria Bluemoon.

Then Jaina received ten sets of practice papers and seven reference books.

She needed to hand in these papers and her study notes from the self-study reference books to Ms. Verara before the next class.

The good news is that, in addition to teaching, the Dean is also the Grand Administrator of the Arcane Scholars Clan, so she is usually busy with clan affairs. Jaina only needs to attend the "Dean's Professional Class" once a week.

She has seven days to complete these assignments.

The bad news is that she also has to take other professors' professional courses during these seven days, and unsurprisingly, each professor has their own homework assignments.

In addition, there was her self-taught grammar and writing training in the ancient Eredar language, her participation in general education (Jaina was only five years old, and she needed to learn a lot of common sense) and defense against the dark magic classes, as well as the "Introduction to the Six Forces" personally overseen by Dean Diakum, and other subjects.

In other words, Jaina will most likely not have any leisure time of her own.

In Verara's words, it would be a crime if the little witch's rare talent and potential were not properly exchanged and developed! Therefore, she very "thoughtfully" requested that all the tutors of the Arcane Academy take the most professional and responsible attitude to tutor Jaina's studies.

"I'm so stupid. I only knew that the Academy of Arcane Arts had a strong faculty, but I didn't expect that I was the only student in the Arcane Academy at the moment. Now, I can't skip class even if I want to."

The little witch sat by an artificial lake on the Sunwell floating island, putting the book in her arms aside, rubbing her forehead and watching the strange crabs blowing bubbles in the pool.

She had seen children her age running and playing in the city all day long in Boralus, and she longed for that to become her own childhood. But now, that dream was shattered.

In fact, if Jaina recalls when she was kidnapped by demons and met her mentor, the Twin Walker, the Twin Walker seemed to have said the same thing.

It says that Jaina's talent destined her to become a "treasure" coveted by all six Forces, and that her life would be both exciting and exhausting.

Yes.

I should have known back then that I could never experience the carefree, happy times that other children had.

Are you worried about not finishing your homework?

A familiar voice rang out beside Jaina, causing the little witch to turn around sharply. She saw Lady Imira, the instructor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, leaning on her signature crystal staff with a golden celestial head.

The other person was holding a magic book bound in chains.

That must be her lesson plan. Judging from the happy expression on her face, she must have just finished teaching and is in a very good mood.

"But why is there blood on your staff?"

Jaina performed a disciple's salute and then asked a question out of curiosity.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his prized "battle staff," saying rather nonchalantly:
"Oh, I was just demonstrating to those human cultivators how to protect themselves when encountering a nightmare."

"But Nightmares are energy beings, they shouldn't bleed, right?"

Jaina became even more curious.

Imira shrugged, her smile widening, and said:
"There was a really bad student whose mind was clouded by nightmares, so I used my staff to give him a 'will correction'! Wow, the feel of that attack was just so good."

I love this job!
It really does fulfill my ideal of teaching and nurturing students, while also preventing my "staff skills" from deteriorating!
Previously in Pandaria, I even went to learn the 'Demon-Slaying Staff' from the Shado-Pan monks, but these students are unlikely to require me to use a professional skill that could result in either death or serious injury.

"Ahem, let's get down to business. You seem worried about not finishing your homework?"

"Kind of."

Jaina glanced at the very technical reference book beside her and sighed.
"Let's not even talk about the test papers. I've seen the questions and they're not too difficult. But these reference books require me to write reading notes. I don't have time to read them all in detail in seven days."

"So you need this!"

Imira pulled a scroll from her black teacher's robe and handed it to Jaina. The little witch opened it and saw a line of large characters written on it:
"Seventeen Ingenious Uses of Time Acceleration and Reversal in Everyday Life," by Magna Egwin, the lead student of the 1023rd Dean's Elite Class at Nassaras Academy.

"Just look at the ninth usage."

Imira thoughtfully reminded her:
"You can speed up time to read books and use time reversal to save time. As long as you keep it in check, you can have about three hours of free time every day to relax."

This is what saved my life when I was studying at Nassaras College.

You shouldn't take your good fortune for granted. Our dean isn't like Dean Blue Moon, who uses a "sea of ​​questions" approach. Because of your age, your workload has been reduced to a very low level.

Therefore, if you can master time magic, you can have a very happy day.

Remember to come to my class tomorrow morning! I need to go to the Twisting Nether to catch a succubus or a night ghoul for your homework tomorrow.

Having said that, Imira flicked her tail, tucked her chained lesson plan between her legs, and hummed a song as she left. But after taking a few steps, she turned back and called to Jaina:
"Don't be fooled by the third usage; it's somewhat inappropriate for children."

"Ah, I often read too fast, and by the time I realize what I've read, it's too late."

Jaina covered her eyes.

The third use of Ms. Aegwynn's short essay on time magic seems to be in the realm of "sexual pleasure," and because this scroll has been borrowed by many students, this section has received particularly many "magical comments."

Yes, that's how books in the magical world are.

Spellcasters often add magical annotations to passages that interest them, but since everyone's understanding is different, it often leads to awkward situations where spellcasters from different schools of thought argue over the same content.

However, the messages in this section of Aegwynn's scroll are very harmonious, mostly consisting of praise such as "May Ms. Aegwynn live a long and peaceful life."

Of course, the little witch didn't need this strange knowledge right now. She quickly looked back and soon found the knowledge she needed most.

However, while she was studying, she suddenly heard a "dududu" sound coming from the lake beside her. She turned her head and was shocked to find a person in the water!
Well, to be precise, a blond young man dressed in the uniform of the Mystic Academy is "dueling" with that strange-looking crab underwater.

But he was clearly no match for the black, metallic-looking crab that was spewing "magma," and he was dragged to the bottom of the lake by the ferocious crab, which was now starting to bubble.

"?!"

Gianna felt she should intervene, and at the same time, she thought her "classmate" might have some mental issues.

Why are you getting angry with a crab all by yourself?

She quickly drew her ice crystal staff and fired a black ice arrow into the water. The ferocious lava crab was afraid of the cold air and fled after being hit by the black ice arrow.

Then, the little witch saw the disheveled blond young man emerge from the water carrying a jar.

He tried to express his gratitude, but he was probably suffocating and dizzy. The little witch used her magic to drag him out, and he lay on the grass panting. He punched his stomach a few times to vomit the water, and then he felt a little better.

"Thank you, classmate."

Arthas, looking disheveled, thanked him:
"There will surely be a great event in the future... Wait, it's you! Miss Jaina, do you still recognize me? On the plains of Nagrand, I am Arthas!"

Oh, I've grown up too, so it's normal that you don't recognize me.

Are you also studying at the Mystic Academy?

"Oh it's you."

Jaina was overjoyed to see someone she knew.

She released several burning hands to help Arthas dry his clothes, then asked curiously:

"Why did you fight with the crab? This crab is said to have been brought back from the Land of Fire by Dean Diakum. Don't let its unassuming appearance fool you; it's a true legendary creature. Moreover, it has a gentle nature and doesn't usually fight with people."

"It almost swallowed my dad's urn!"

Arthas, with a sour face, patted the jar beside him and sighed, saying:
"I was just about to take it to my sister when I ran into Lord Marlad on the way. He said he had been appointed as the security commander of the Mystic Academy and talked about things like 'following in one's father's footsteps'."

Then, without me noticing, that damn crab dragged the jar into the water.

"Thank you, Miss Jaina. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know how to explain this to my sister."

"Uh, my condolences."

Jaina didn't know what to say. She glanced at Arthas's urn and suddenly felt a chill, a strong aversion to the object.

Then, after hearing that Arthas had personally given his father, who had gone mad, a release, the little witch's strange feeling became even more real.

The two friends, who had known each other before, arrived at the dormitory of the seminary. Princess Galiya had been chosen by the Vigilant as a "temporary chosen one," so she was now studying the doctrine of Holy Light here as a "day student."

She was reciting scriptures in the garden when she saw her brother and the jar in his arms. The princess's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and she covered her mouth and wept. Her unconcealable sorrow made Jaina, who was standing next to her, also feel her eyes well up with tears.

Alas, this story of fathers and sons killing each other is truly tragic.

Fortunately.

If your family is loving and your children are filial, you are unlikely to encounter such a terrible thing as sibling rivalry.

Although my dad seems to have lost his mind, he'll get better eventually, and he'll definitely live a long life. Yes, he must live a long life!
"Ah."

While sailing on the ship heading towards Stormwind, the sailor Daelin suddenly sneezed, almost dropping her fishing rod. She wondered who was talking about her.

Ugh, this is so annoying.

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"Ah, Diakum the Vigilant is so annoying. Not only does he transform himself into the sun, but he also casually imparts this blinding, scorching power to others. Why has even Kael'thas become a follower of the sun?"
"Isn't this going to cost us, their servants of death, our lives?"

On the Icecrown Glacier of Northrend, within the Frozen Throne, the Lich King Gul'dan was viciously cursing the shameless Vigilantes.

But it's just a routine rant; Gul'dan is in a pretty good mood today.

Its powerful "magic sword knight" has returned, and brought back a rather generous gift.

Although the souls that Tosedrin hunted in the northern frontier were burned to ashes in the Great Battle of Stratholme, what did those who wielded the power of death have to fear from "being reduced to ashes"?

He was already dead, how could he possibly die a second time?

The souls of those powerful beings are imprisoned in Frostmourne, like an indestructible "life box." As long as the demon sword remains, the bodies of the undead can be changed at will.
Tosedrin wore a full-face, cold-looking helmet. He was covered in heavy armor, not letting a single inch of himself show, as if he wanted to seal himself, who had transformed into a death demon, within the armor, preventing his malice from seeing the light of day again.

However, the icy demonic sword held in his hand was not an evil object that could be suppressed. The cold inscriptions on its blade pulsed constantly, and screams of agony, like ghosts howling, echoed from time to time.

"Go, put it in the newly built Hall of Reflections, and let the liches reshape the bodies of our death knights."

The Lich King commanded:

"Let the dreadlords put in a good effort in the Northlands. Lothar will inevitably have to fight if he wants to take over the Kingdom of Lordaeron. We don't need any more cannon fodder now. We should promote those valiant souls; they deserve to die."
Speaking of which, I just received an invitation. Powerful Tosedrin, I need your wisdom to help me make a decision.

"Ok?"

The Death Lord, wielding the demon sword, glanced at Gul'dan and gave him a chilling look, signaling him to spit it out.

Well, considering the process of Tosedrin's demise, it would be a miracle if you expected this proud elven leader to take a liking to Gul'dan. In reality, if it weren't for the double enhancement of Frostmourne and Helm of Domination, Gul'dan would be far from being able to suppress a "millennial monster" like Tosedrin.

Gul'dan didn't care about the bad attitude of his general.

Anyway, Tosedrin has to carry out his orders, and he does them very well. He's doing a great job and is 100% loyal, so what's wrong with him being a little temperamental?
They have every right to be proud.

To be honest, Gul'dan, despite his terrible track record, has one redeeming quality.

Before his subordinates showed any signs of seizing power, he was quite tolerant, as evidenced by the Shadow Council's past prosperity. Dog Egg was actually a pretty good leader.

"The Sage of the Tide of Kul Tiras has sent an invitation. The Void forces intend to build a defensive line against the Holy Light there. This is the work of N'Zoth, the Thousand-Bearded Demon."

Gul'dan said:

"They invited us to help them, spouting nonsense about how negative Forces should help each other, when in reality they were just using an army that craved death to their advantage."

But I don't think this deal was a bad one.

Once the two sides go to war, we can gain a lot of souls.

Most importantly, the Kul Tiras navy is what we need. The Ghost Fleet is too weak right now; it can only scare ordinary people. We can't even defeat Kvardir under Helya's command at sea!

It's truly shameful that the souls of those who drowned can only be surrendered.

We need that fleet, so I plan to send people over.”

"You've already made your decision, why are you asking me?"

Tosedrin's disgust was palpable; he turned to leave, but Gul'dan called him back, saying:

"I just informed you of the decision I made regarding what happened earlier: to select an elite necromancer force to go there, and you will go with them, taking Frostmourne with you. What I need to tell you next is what I need to ask for your opinion."

I sensed that the risk of civil war among the elves was escalating, and the ambitious but incompetent Archmage Elisande was already at his wit's end.

She needs help, and we can 'help,' we'd be happy to help. So, if in the future I need you to return to your people, would you go?"

"Do I have a choice?"

Tosedrin countered with a question, but then added coldly:

"However, you underestimate the power of Suramar. I know what you're thinking, but if you want Frostmourne to get close to Azshara, you first have to get past the Queen's Royal Guard. Forgive my bluntness, but even if you bet everything you have now, you still won't be able to get close to her."

If you were to attack Azshara, all the elves would swarm against you; their worship of Azshara is an instinct ingrained in their very being.

I advise you not to play with fire.

"Hehe, that's right, you've spoken your mind. I like to hear the truth."

Gul'dan let out a strange laugh.

it says:

"But I have my own way. Do you remember the Plague? Torsedrin, the Highborne, Quel'dorei, and Kaldorei under your command have all found a way to fight the Plague. You are no longer afraid of that malevolent thing that would make you reveal your 'primal form'."

However, Surama is an exception!
Elisande activated Suramar's magical barrier the moment the plague descended, and she did protect the Nightborne from its effects, but this also left her elves with little experience in dealing with it.

All it takes is finding the perfect moment, and just a tiny bit of the plague to be sprinkled down.
Elisande will certainly seek help from all sides, but given the current internal situation among the elves, who do you think would willingly step forward to help the detestable Elisande?

We are not facing the Queen's Guard, but Tosedrin.

We are only facing a horde of mindless dark trolls—that's your elves' Achilles' heel!

Gul'dan paused, and facing the increasingly sinister Tosedrin, it said:
What do you think of my idea?

"That's really unethical."

Tosedrin said:
"You've done so many despicable things, and you plan to do even more. Have you thought about your own fate?"

"Oh, I'm already like this, dear Tosedrin."

Gul'dan didn't care anymore, he said:
"This is all the hobbies I have left, right? At worst, I'll be thrown into the Tower of Torghast, and eventually become a pathetic ghost."

Look, I've come to terms with it all. I'm now eagerly enjoying the scenery on this death train heading towards the end. Before the holy light of justice descends, I have to do something bad to please myself, so that I can at least make up for the suffering I've endured.

Go and relax by slaughtering some Drakkari trolls, Torsedrin. Those trolls have been forced to slaughter their own Loa to gain divine power.

That's awful, I can't bear to watch it anymore.

Let's see them off.

Before the Zandalari army arrives in Northrend, let's deal with those cannibals. Hmm, speaking of which, Bwonsamdi, who always seems to be causing trouble, has been quiet lately. Do you think our hated troll Reaper is in some kind of trouble?

Hehe, doing too many wicked things will definitely bring retribution.

Should!
Serves you right. Since it's not here, don't blame me for stealing meat from its plate.

"I think it would be great if the Scourge had a few more colossi made from the dead Loa. I'm leaving this to you; a good job will be very rewarding!"

(End of this chapter)