Time is fair to any living being, even an ant's second is as long as yours, the difference is what you do with it. Shane spends all of his time on official business, practicing arcane arts, and adding weight to his future.

The time to greet history was getting closer and closer, and he looked at the sky of the Elven Realm, beautiful and clear, but the scenery before the storm.

A formally decorated scroll flew to his desk like a butterfly, folded, with royal prints at the ends.

"Shane, Shane" The mentor squeezed his eyebrows in the video, his expression was ambiguous, and he looked like an old thief: "Sister Windranger, don't let anyone go, especially the little guy Sylvanas, she impresses me." ”

Why did he look at the tutor with a smile and didn't say anything, only to see him raise his chin

Shane opened the scroll and glanced at it. How so? When the pain on the left side of the royal family's face had not subsided, it was impossible to be so confident in what was going on with him. The words within, as formalized as the basic formulas of the arcane, are conveyed through the Mentor.

The so-called mediation is that the dead royal family does not want to be caught between parliamentary factions, which is a perfunctory situation.

Shane's heart brightened: "Mentor, I want to put it all on hold first"

"Treacherous Choice"

"I'll reply when I go to Dalaran for an exchange and when I return."

Going to Dalaran was a good opportunity, and the Human Mage Organization was constantly invited, and Shane had a hunch that the matter under discussion must include an orc invasion.

The dark gate opened, the fluctuations that swept the world, the Storm Kingdom saw and smelled abnormal creatures, the killers who poured out like a tide, the spellcaster group from the Black Gate, how could a mage with a big picture not know what Azeroth was facing? It's just that it's too far away. Or they hold their own mysteries, and some mages think that the rain that falls can't hit them, or their own camp, so they don't pay enough attention to it.

Several pieces of metal pulled from the Iron Dwarves in the Northland were placed at hand, and the times changed. His means of self-preservation do not evolve with his contemporaries, and the spell warfare under the storm torrent will not be as intense as the battle against Santis Hazuki in Kalimdor, the heroes of the great era appear, and the legendary wind sweeps across the entire continent.

"Master Shane, Dalaran has been contacted, they have opened up the coordinates, and at the same time liberated the spatial folds"

The hall of the White Tower Academy, half ovate. At the top of the snow-white school building, thirty students and several lecturers were waiting to open the portal.

"I'm going to see the famous arcane fire burning again," thought the students, who had only seen it once last year, when their headmaster flipped the table. Legend has it that the fire above the headmaster's head is a symbol of a strong party, and whoever can practice to the same level as the headmaster will be as strong as the headmaster.

Rumors thrive in worship.

Sean didn't disappoint them, eyes. Overhead, the pale blue arcane fire burned like a mythical fire. The star chips kept falling, and the faint aura of arcane energy revealed that the elves present were all relaxed and happy.

Shane's energy and spirit burst into the inner layer of space, holding the coordinates sent from Dalaran's side, without spatial interference, and the folds were open.

Arcane pulls into the world. The door to space opens.

At this time, several mages went up to probe, and then reported that the portal was stable and the position was accurate.

"My students," Shane said, looking back. His students listened quietly.

"Remember what we ask ourselves to do?"

"Serious and lively, united and nervous, inquisitive and restrained, personable but principled." The students were answering in an orderly manner.

"Very good, let's go"

Sean led the way through the portal, only one step to the other side of the world.

Dalaran greeted the party with a lot of people, the leader was an acquaintance of the two Shane, the leader of the human students who led the exchange to the White Tower last time, Mage Oturus, and the prince of the elves, His Royal Highness Kael'thas.

"Now I'm going to call you, Your Excellency Shane - Councilor of the Dawn Blade," the prince joked first.

"Where, Your Highness can be called before," Shane said politely.

With a word from the two elven mages, the students of the White Tower passed through the portal and arrived at the land of Dalaran, which immediately attracted all attention.

The elves, who were still minors, were either excited, calm, or haughty, looking at the magic halls of the human land, their eyes shining with curiosity.

"They're all good, they're excellent mage seeds," said each elf with appreciation, the face of each elf.

The students of the White Tower did not have the extravagance of the arcane energy of the apprentices of Silvermoon City, the chic use of them at will, and the sense of urgency of the Dalaran apprentices' cultivation knowledge. But there is an aura that does not have either. Prince Kael'thas has only seen that kind of spirit in very good students, and that kind of spirit that will surely become a talent in the future.'

"I'd love to know, how do you raise them?"

"I just made them do a lot of farmer and worker work," Shane told the truth, but looked at El Salas when he was joking, smiling politely and saying nothing.

In fact, in the first two years, Baita's educational method is more practical than theoretical, and a large number of activities teach students to apply their knowledge while making them understand what they can do, and what seems impossible to complete through their own efforts can also be completed well. The management establishes a detailed file for each student, what the student has done, what has been done through hard work, how is the process, and the expectations of the tutor, all of which are written on it, and each issue is handed over to the student for review, witnessing their own growth, understanding what they can do, and knowing that they are always concerned by the tutors. Cohesion and a sense of belonging increase over time because of the love from mentors; Self-confidence is built step by step because of progress.

"Lord Kael Salas, can you and Master Shane catch up later" Human Representative Oturus grasped the breaking point of the conversation: "Let me settle the guests of the White Tower first, and I will not feel the sincerity of Dalaran until I am at home." ”

"Please," His Royal Highness the Prince smiled.

Shane nodded kindly to Oturus.

"Everyone, please come with me."

"Students keep up"

"Yes, Mr. Headmaster"

Dalaran's etiquette, if it is said that it is said to welcome a foreign leader, is certainly not enough. But to greet a friendly mage, the arrangement is just right, they are friends who communicate on an equal footing, and it is good to arrange friends in their own home.

Dalaran settled them in the interior of Violet Academy, freeing up five separate courtyards connected to each other in the residential area for them to live in. The Academy's defenses remained the strongest in Dalaran. The runes on the walls and floors were an eye-opener for the students, as the White Tower did not have these defenses due to time constraints.

Dalaran rarely arranged for guests to live at Violet Academy, and Shane also felt that Antonidas valued him.

What exactly will they say?

That night, in a hall in the Violet Academy, on both sides of the long wooden table, thirty elven students were on the right, thirty human students were sitting on the left, and tapestries with the logos of the Violet Academy and the White Tower Academy were staggered on the wall.

The human students had basically been to the White Tower Academy, and Shane's familiar face, the red-haired Ronin, was enthusiastically communicating with the elves' friends about updrafts or something. But there is no Khadgar's immature baby face.

History is very inert, playing his key tune. (To be continued......)