The priestess Marand came to the White Tower again, and passers-by saluted the beautiful lady. Dressing up is a compulsory course for the elves, and she chose a dignified priest's robe for today's meeting, wrapped tightly around the priest from the neck down, but the close-fitting clothes set off her figure like the undulating mountains in the distance of the White Tower, perfectly reflecting her mature lady's temperament.

An elven man, who was controlling a small puppet pushing a cart full of groceries, passed by Marander along the road, while an elven woman held a rattan basket with the smell of food, talking and laughing, it was obvious that they loved each other and lived together.

"There are a lot more stone houses," Marand looked to the sides of the street, where the customers and clerks in the shops chatted leisurely, not like a business relationship. The architecture of the White Pagoda strives to be as elegant as traditional, but there are not many decorations and it does not look so ornate. At the foot of the road is a stone road, which is paved with stone slabs on both sides: "Even the drainage system has been repaired? She was a little surprised this time, and the construction of the drainage system represented the town on the official development track.

Approaching the Mage Tower, many elves in the green belt spread a blanket on the grass, put some food in the middle, and then the whole family sat around, talking and laughing for a picnic.

"The elves here are enjoying life." The changes that have occurred in the past two years are more intuitive to see with her eyes than to listen to the records, and as she looks around her, the development of the White Tower is very clearly imprinted in her heart: the future will be a prosperous city that revolves around the Arcane Academy.

"Hundreds of students, plus the corresponding teachers, and the mages who have come to seek Shane's guidance, the demand they generate can drive multiple, if not dozens of times the prosperity of commerce, without major changes, and the Dawnblade will exclusively enjoy the benefits of the White Tower. From this point of view, both masters of Dawnblade are far-sighted spellcasters," she secretly rejoiced in her choice.

In front of the Mage's Tower.

"Lady Marland, Master Shane is teaching his students at the Forge over there," the guard looked at the Silver Moon Badge she held, politely showing her the way.

The Arcane Forge is built on the edge of the Mage Quarter. After its completion, the arcane flames that burned day and night immediately became the symbol of the mage district, and the afterglow of the night flames dyed the sky over the mage district with a dazzling aurora effect, which was loved by the residents.

Marander's servants were left on the street by her, and she brought only one handmaiden into the mage's quarter. The largest and most conspicuous building at first sight is the schoolhouse of the Arcane Academy. The creamy white semi-oval body is flawless. The only thing that can be called decorative is the four rows of windows that open on soft curves, which are not ornate but give the building an indescribable beauty. Her gaze only stayed for a moment, and was interrupted by the engineering team coming in and out, it turned out that the interior decoration had not been completed.

"Mistress look" the maid next to her. Suddenly, he covered his mouth and pointed forward. At the end of the mage zone, a golden liquid sphere slowly floated up like no weight. The air around the sphere was writhing in waves, and everyone knew it was incredibly hot.

Shane giving a demonstration to the students.

Education is nothing more than teaching by word and deed: teaching with words and demonstrating with deeds. Enough language is taught, then show an arcane miracle and motivate the students.

Marand approached the furnace, and more than fifty students and several teachers formed a row fifty meters away, and they were dumbfounded, amazed by the arcane skills that Shane demonstrated. Several students trembled slightly with excitement and looked up with reverence on their faces.

The priestess carefully slowed her pace and crept into the crowd, fearing that the slightest movement might affect the man. She found her place and held her breath to watch the man perform.

As soon as she looked up, her lips trembled in shock, and her eyebrows moved sometimes. The priest cultivated to make her recover in three seconds, and he breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart. The sphere was a burnt liquid metal ball, weighing an estimated weight of more than two hundred tons. It's not within her knowledge, but seeing the power of the arcane, she can't help but be glad she's right: "Shane-Dawnblade's strength cannot be estimated by conventional methods. ”

At this time, I saw that the blue and white flames burned all over Shane's head, and he raised his hands high. The metal was stretched and bent by his will like a soft dough under his control, gradually shaping into a ring with a radius of thirty, half a meter wide, and one-tenth of a meter thick. Then, Shane's hands spewed out a large amount of frost mist and sprinkled it on the ring.

"Cooling" the audience thought together and continued to watch in silence.

When the surface of the metal ring is originally light blue. Shandi's hands adjusted the angle, and the tips of his two index fingers emitted golden red rays, which were engraved on both ends of the metal ring, like two carving knives carving mysterious magic patterns.

"I don't know the magic pattern combination" Marand thought for a moment, and looked at a few lecturers, who shook their heads one after the other.

Looking at the field again, Shane casts spells with both hands and burns the magic pattern at the same time, the rhythm is stable, and the rays are intermittent, thick and thin. The spirit of the Marand spellcaster accurately judged that the ring was perfectly in line with pi, and the metal surface was densely covered with ant-like magic patterns, and there was not a trace of error.

"What is the level of control and concentration required? No way! She couldn't have been more surprised. Marand is not good at data calculations like mages, but she can calculate an approximation, with her knowledge atmosphere, how can a mortal achieve that control?

Take a deep breath, slowly calm down, and think back to the purpose of coming to the White Tower.

"In this way, the other group of parliamentarians is like pig teammates, and the royal party is no better!" Thinking of this, the thoughts in her heart formed a line, which was very pleasant, and the angle of thinking changed for a while. The idea has changed, and when you look at the field again, everything becomes pleasing to the eye.

With the control that life has given him, and with the help of the Eye of Truth, he uses a scorching ray to sculpt magic patterns on magical metal no different from writing them on magic paper with a pen. After carving one side, the spirit cooperates with the spell to flip the ring, and the magic pattern is carved on the other side, and when it is done, it rotates vertically like a wheel, and is carved on the side.

With all this done, he controlled the ring to fly into the protective mold that had been prepared long ago, allowing it to cool down naturally. The whole body of the floating ring has more than one effect of floating, in order to meet the requirements of use, it also has three auxiliary enchantments: solid, tempered and protected.

"User, your mana is running out," the Eye of Truth reminded, "Please rest immediately." ”

In fact, the exhaustion was not as severe as the reverse deduction of the centaur bloodline.

"I see, I'll talk about it later" Shane poured himself a blue bottle to wrap up his lesson.

"Master Shane, thank you for your guidance," Master Harold bowed first. Solanlian, Nasser, and Aresh the clerk bowed. "Thank you to the instructor" all the students saluted together. Watching a teacher perform magic skills up close is equivalent to pointing out the direction of development.

While everyone bowed, Marander, who was standing on the side, was very conspicuous.

Shane looked at her for a moment, and then said to the students kindly: "Everyone's observation notes and experiences should be done well, and at the end add their own conjectures about the future, and I will put the excellent homework in the conjecture area of the library for everyone to enjoy." ”

"Is this going to be on the shelves?" The students who were originally very excited had a little commotion. What an honor it is for your books to be forcibly pushed on the shelves by the master and included in the library!

"Ahem" Sashana made a sound, the commotion stopped, and classroom discipline resumed.

Shane nodded appreciatively: "Last sentence, class." ”

The students saluted again, waiting for Shane and all the lecturers to leave. They burst into intense enthusiasm in an instant, discussing what they had just seen, quacking like a hundred ducks.

And at this moment, the priestess Marand walked up by herself, greeted Shane with a half-salute, and then followed in his footsteps, walking half a body behind.

"Lady Marland, what are you doing" Shane had a little headache, he didn't expect Marand to come, knowing that Wenresa and Sylvanas were particularly sensitive to her.

"Master Shane, I was appointed by Master Oakes to be an advisor to the White Tower, and it is an honor to work with you," the priestess said with a gentle smile.

"That's it!" Shane said, secretly scolding 'old and untrustworthy', and the mentor must be laughing and laughing now. The sight of Sylvanas and Wen Resa killing together, Shane can already imagine that the last time they were holding a knife to their necks, what will it be this time?

But before that, without warning, a wave that swept the world suddenly swept through Quel'Thalas.

"It's finally begun," Sean looked up at the sky, and the world was torn open. (To be continued.) )