"There are two kinds of true power, one is ambitious and the other is subtle. Lofty depends on personal comprehension, talent and insight, and I can't teach you. Only the subtleties can bring you infinitely closer to true power through diligent efforts. ”

As soon as Shane spoke, his spirit leaped mellowly, and his knowledge and philosophy were copied out through sound like a printer. It is not exactly reproduction, it contains the reaffirmation of knowledge.

The flowers on his fingertips change with his thoughts, large or small, complex or simple. Thin arcane energy, silk threads cast in all directions, his fingers slightly moving the silk threads across the warp and weft, forming a network of fluctuating arcane rhythms. The mages present closed their eyes and carefully comprehended the mystery.

Like an abyss, each rhythm pulls the mage's arcane flow, directing them to breathe and thus more nourishing metabolic energy.

"Feel this rhythm of breathing, it is your goal"

After a round of control, a mage sitting in the front row spoke.

"Master Shane, you are like the deep sea and the sky in our perception, your control is unheard of, and your exquisite skills have never been seen, I'm afraid we can't do it, please point me to some easier ways."

Shane recognized him as an elf who often appeared in the Mentor's Tower. He sealed his vision, and he couldn't see the mage, but he turned his head to face the mage who was speaking, and smiled gently, and the arcane petals fell: "It's not what you should do, what you should do now." ”

As he spoke, his palm turned upward, and the arcane flowers withered, and the scattered arcane energy seemed to collapse, centering on the stamen, and quickly retracted. Densely composed, three serve balls of different attributes swirled around his palm.

"Oh, ice. Fire orbs, try your best to control them harmlessly annihilation, keep doing this and this exercise, and the mage will benefit for life. ”

After speaking for a short time, the three magic balls silently annihilated and disappeared, turning into the most primitive matter and returning to the natural cycle.

"There are a few simple tricks to the controls. I'll leave it to you now......."

Sean taught his knowledge without reservation. With another movement of his fingers, countless silk threads filled the whole field, flowing slightly with his arcane rhythm, helping the mages to adjust their control accuracy and master the method as quickly as possible.

"Sashana, Karlinda, and you, little Naga, I don't help you. Now use your own skills to achieve the practice, and after years of study, you can do it. ”

"Obey the Mentor."

Shane's apprentice and six little nagas, cast spells with both hands, trying to release three different energy serves, and then control them.

The attempts were not very smooth, and controlling the orbs of three different attributes at the same time was almost the limit, causing them to quietly annihilate a task that was almost impossible to accomplish in one sitting.

"Don't be in a hurry." Sean 'sees' a couple of mages out of impatience. Blow up some arcane accidents that are not big or small. He immediately said soothingly, while his spirit fluctuated. A cool wind of arcane energy was blown, calming down a few mages.

"I specialized in the control training for more than ten years before I successfully completed this training, and in comparison, your talent is completely above mine."

The joke was spoken, and most of the mages below smiled easily. Others bowed down as a sign of respect. No one will take it seriously, just Shane's humble words.

Sean quietly observed each of the mages present, his heart calm, but the aftertaste was endless.

This kind of teaching, which leads to true power, is beneficial to the teachers who are taught. There is also something overflowing about himself, and Shane's spirit is becoming satisfied with imparting knowledge. And spiritual satisfaction is one of the conditions for promotion.

Sylvanas and Wenresa were very close to Shane, and at this moment the two female elves were in Shane's ring, and the delicate arcane energy inside was slowly becoming more and more beautiful. It's like breathing the clear spring breeze and seeing the flawless snow, which is happy and comfortable at the same time, but it will not make people indulge and confused.

"The man we fancy is not the slightest evil spirit, and the purification is almost impeccable"

The two sisters' eyes met at the tip of Shane's nose, and then immediately separated, like companions, dignified by Shane's side, they understood that they would not be able to keep up with Shane in the next few days, and even in the next thousand years, only home was the bond that held him together.

On the floor of the floating tower, Shane sat cross-legged. In front of him were hundreds of elves, mages, rangers, and priests.

It was originally scheduled to be an occasional lecture, but it has developed into a tireless lecture every day. On the first day, the mages were listening, on the third day, the priests were also listening, and on the tenth day, even the rangers sat respectfully in front of the car and listened to the explanations.

Professor Shane's knowledge is not cramming, he talks from shallow to deep, guides from easy to difficult, and repeatedly answers everyone's doubts, even if a ranger without arcane talent asks questions, Shane will use his own concepts to answer them one by one. At this time, those who receive his knowledge are equal in his eyes.

Is it the arrogance of sitting in the clouds? Shane doesn't deny that he has such emotions. To this extent, the Arcanist always walks on the path of pursuing the 'true', accepting his whole self, which is also a devotion to the 'true', and denying his own emotions is to deny his own arcane, and the road ahead will be blocked. But more of the emotion is satisfaction, satisfaction with having a loyal partner, satisfaction with the achievement of teaching, satisfaction with the leap in career, in short, everything is smooth and satisfying.

"This is the so-called thought access" Shane did not forget to tease himself, but he always felt that he was a little short of being promoted to the Nine Rings, and that he was a little bit worse.

While explaining, while exploring, the floating tower toured north, and finally arrived at the destination. On a cloudy day, the floating tower just came out of the clouds, causing quite a stir on the ground.

After a year of reclamation, the landing island has developed a large chessboard-like farmland, the mage tower a few hundred meters from the shore is always shining, the city hall, the ranger fortress, the workshop, the beast pen, the farmhouse of Daliang, the prosperity of the landing island is no longer under the White Tower Town.

For more than a month, Shane's explanation has not stopped for a moment, and the fullness of spirit has been continuous.

"Shane, do you have business to handle?" In the spare time of the explanation, Sylvanas came to ask him. Hundreds of elves stared at them with blank eyes.

"I'll leave it all to you," Shane said.

Sylvanas gave a 'don't worry' look and went, and the hundreds of elves below let out a sigh of joy.

Knowledge is priceless to those who understand it, and to those who don't. Knowledge of Azeroth's supernatural powers is scarce, and there is a chance for a master to share his insights into power. Listening to his teachings, those with a little wisdom will not let go of this opportunity.

The elves had been gone for three days, and the priestess Marand arrived, and she also brought the five mages he had sent to the political enemies of the Northlands: Passario.

Shane saw them and didn't care, even political enemies at this time were equal in his eyes.

"Since you're here, sit down." He pointed not far ahead.

"Yes!" The priestess stopped gnawing, straightened the hem of her robe, and sat down on her knees. (To be continued.) )