"Is Saradere outside?" The instructor shouted outside through the teleportation device. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Master, I'm here" telecommunications device quickly returned.

"Come in"

"Yes"

After a while, the martial arts chief walked in and knelt on one knee at the head of the mentor's bed.

"From today onwards, you belong to Shane."

"Obedience"

"Mentor," Shane couldn't help but say.

"He's wasted too much time with me......" The mentor waved his hand to signal Shane not to object, "From today onwards, the Dawn Blade will slowly be handed over to you, whatever you want to do, do it to your heart's content, even without my ......"

Memories of a past life tell Shane that Saradere is one of the Four Advisors of Stormhold, a powerful blasphemous warrior. He has been loyal to the Dawnblade for a thousand years, and represents an armed force beyond the Dawnblade mage: the 'Clan Guard', a samurai group mastered in heavy combat. They protect the safety of the Dawnblade's arcane possessions, and are also responsible for deterring the low-ranking clans that cling to the Dawnblade. In the history without Shane, after the death of the Mentor, the Dawnblade lost its leader, there was no suitable successor within the clan, and the council had no voice. As a result, the Dawnblades were protected by the royal family, and later became one of the last clans in the royal party to go with the royal family due to family customs and traditions, as well as unhappiness with the parliamentary party during the loss of power. Finally, the surviving Dawnblade absorbs the defeated forces in the Outlands and accompanies the royal family in the Sunwell under the name of the Knights of the Morning Blade.

"There's something that must be handed over to you, I'm afraid it won't work if it's too late," the mentor said, tapping a finger to Shane's forehead.

"I found that the coordinates of a conceptual body are fixed in the user's mental sea".

At the moment of the Eye of Truth's prompting, Sean knew that the spatial coordinates of the collection of the Upper Elf Wisdom Scroll and the School of Spells had been passed down to his mind. This coordinate is a concept that has its own rules: when it is inherited, the coordinates in the original owner's mind disappear completely.

"In my place, climb higher to the Arcane Temple! My apprentice. The tutor laughed.

At this point, it's been a month since Shane met his mentor. The guru didn't see anyone after that. To no avail, Shane gripped the hilt of the Dawn Blade and continued on his way.

In the fourth winter of the Dark Gate, only Shane currently uses this calendar.

Stormwind has fallen!

The long-awaited battle was reported back by the White Tower Council informants. As in history, King Ryan died in an assassination and Stormwind lost its leader, Duke Lothar commanded a retreat in time, most of Stormwind's population and army retreated from land and sea to the north, and the orcs swept the entire southern continent, and the first orc war ended in a complete victory for the orcs.

With a written report in hand, Sean felt that the oppression of history was getting closer and closer to him.

"Ellecy, this matter is for the council's secretariat," Shane called his secretary, handing out a magically sealed scroll.

"Regarding the battle situation in the Stormwind Kingdom, Quel'Salas should prepare early"

The agenda will be formally raised at the general meeting at the end of the year, but before that time various exchanges of interests are already underway. I don't want to mention how much of a role it can play in the end, Shane just wants to stop the council and the royal party from doing bad behind their backs.

The Court Protector Guard of the Grand Court, with the support of Dawnblade and Windrangers, also spent a month setting up a shelf. The mentor transferred the Dawnblade's chief of martial arts and the elite guards under him to Shane's command, and the Dawnblade mage group was also transferred to the White Tower Academy to build a new arcane center.

After all, the aging of the mentor cannot be concealed, and the silver moon already knows that the master of the Dawn Blade is about to leave the mortal world. The opposition is ready to move, but no one dares to provoke a dying Arcane Master. The old mage lived in the tower and never showed his face, and the tower's operation was not weakened by the weakening of its master, which made some people even more jealous of the final blow.

Sean sits in the Grand Court and never makes any judgment on the state of the Mentor or the transfer of power from the Dawnblade. Civilians seem, seemingly, as if everything was as calm as ever, and the political landscape of Quel'Salas had not changed.

"Ellecy will send this report to the council's secretariat" Shane gave his secretary another topic: "The Kingdom of Quel'Salas should strengthen its communication with its allies." Because, Quel'Salas does not have a dedicated diplomatic department, he can speak confidently in diplomacy.

At the end of the fourth year of the Dark Gate, the final meeting of the Kingdom Council of the year was held as scheduled. Sean had attended once in his first year as a Master, and only now for the second time he had attended a council. The same attention, the same flowers. But now it seems that everything is illusory, and the people are cheering for you today because you have fulfilled all their fantasies about the upper echelons, and when you really want to do something, they will immediately turn the cheers into curses, especially if you want to change their way of life.

"Master, we're here, please get out of the car."

Shane got out of the car, and the hall of the hundred steps didn't seem to be as tall as it seemed at first. Lifting his steps, he walked up step by step, and the cries behind him had no effect on him. Walking to the top, Shane waved to the people obligantly, looking at the crowd below cheering like boiling water, not knowing that many elves were calling out his honorific title, Shane-Dawn-Shane-Dawn, but in a high position, the vanity of being in power was not at all at this time.

There is only the calm thought that "they are also part of my destiny".

With a few waves of his right hand, Sean turned and walked into the halls of the council without squinting, the shadow of the building blocking his entire body.

"Master Shane, please sit here." The Spellbreaker guided the squire and pointed to Shane's position, which was rightfully in the order second only to the Mentor.

Shane was the second of the council masters to enter, the first one was originally a mentor but the mentor gave up the meeting, so one was Shane's quasi-father-in-law, the old patriarch of the Windranger family. He saw Shane as if he had seen an enemy, his eyes widened and his teeth gritted, the corners of his eyes about to burst, and his teeth to shatter. Sean politely saluted, but the other party was even angrier.

'I've never seen such a cheeky elf' probably.

The third to enter was the Master of the Sunwing, who didn't see Sean walking to his seat like the current Ranger General. Morning Wind, Dawn Star, and Morning Stalker also ignored Shane. Finally, His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Prince arrived. The king made the statement "Begin the meeting", and the meeting began normally.

At this time, in the southern kingdom of Lundaren in Quel'Salas, the Duke of Lothar led the remnants of the Stormwind Kingdom to land in the town of Nanhai. At this moment, the kingdom of Kurtilas, the kingdom of Fort Riptide, the kingdom of Oakland, the kingdom of Dalaran, the kingdom of Gilneis, the kingdom of Lundaeron, and the kingdom of Stormwind, which had lost their homeland, the kings of the seven nations appeared in the Tirisfara Glade, and sent an invitation to Quel'Thalas.

The orcs continue to move north, and they have the momentum to not stop until they conquer the world.