The golden blood represents divinity, and the divine body begins in the mortal body.

Sunset, sunset. The color of Shane's pupils was the same as the color of the sky, and the one hundred and sixty balls of the missile were the starry sky he simulated. Control training is not only about honing spell control, but also about focus, spirit, and understanding of arcane in the process, all of which are slowly growing into Shane's heritage.

When the stars rose, he dispersed his spells and fell back to the ground.

"How's it going?" The Eye of Truth asks in his head

"The golden blood has entered a stable period after three hundred and fifty-five days, and it has completely stopped growing, and it is speculated that it needs to absorb divinity before it can grow again."

Sean probed himself, golden blood covering half the size of his heart, with the most mysterious power he'd ever seen. It took the Eye of Truth nearly a year to complete its functional inference: a gold-blooded forged body that would achieve immortality.

Sounds like the concept of physical sanctification in previous lives, are there any mortal sanctifications among the many immortals in the world of Azeroth? How were they sanctified? The more you know, the more you don't know.

"Eyes of truth, keep watching."

"Understood"

If Shane wants to gain a second divinity, he will have to wait for Saruphon to probe Princess Thrydes' lair.

"Shane" finished working on his control skills, and he returned to the chief floor, at the red fragrant wood table, Sylvanas was sitting on a wooden chair, watching the military newspaper in one hand, and calling him that Wen Resa was cooking dinner a few meters away.

"Word has come from the path of the Windranger that the Council is not happy that you brought humans to the White Tower, saying that it is possible to divulge the elven arcane secrets."

Shane didn't get the news, and listening to Sylvanas, he felt awkward, like hearing someone say that if he drank water, the farmland could not be irrigated. There's nothing more strange than a politician.

"Really, I seem to be selling arcane secrets in roadside stores" Shane shook his head helplessly, colleagues who have stagnated the arcane road, and the politicians are seriously politicized. "What they want to do."

"I don't know," Sylvanas shrugged, "they're all examples of no-brainers." Everything wants to be present. In the future, you will know that we will have to fight both a murderous enemy and an incompetent council. The female elf is afraid that the world will not be chaotic: "But how are you going to fight back?" ”

"You'll be watching"

Shane was a little interested, hoping that someone in the council would jump out and target him, and if the council's attack stayed on the lips, it would disappoint him. It takes a stepping stone to establish a voice in the parliament, and it depends on who can't hold it and jumps out first, and whoever is the first bird to fight Shane.

"What are you talking about?" At this time, Wen Resa came over with a large cauldron and placed it on the table.

"We're talking about Silvermoon City," Sylvanas said to her sister, "The people of Silvermoon City are unhappy with Shane's communication with humans? ”

"What are they not satisfied with? Isn't there a large number of elves running to the human side every year?" To the essence of Wenresa's words, the council was deliberately looking for trouble: "Leave them alone. Let's start the meal, and today we will eat the Wanderer Stew. ”

None of the three people in the room took the council to heart, and having dinner together was more important than guessing what the council wanted to do.

This time the council provoked trouble, and Shane was disappointed again, and those who used their tongues as weapons were destined to not make any big waves.

"If you have any opinions, come to the White Tower and talk to me personally," the next day, Sean instructed his followers in Silvermoon City to release his words, and in less than a few days, they spread throughout the city.

"Are you going to fight? It's great" The idle elf set the bowl to watch the excitement, waiting for the upper battle, but disappointed again. 'I can't fight. There is not a single old man in the council who can fight.'" Later, rumors of the fearlessness of the old members of the council spread in Silvermoon City.

"Are you doing this to undermine the prestige of the council?" Sylvanas seemed to be watching the show, and found an opportunity to talk to Shane.

"No, I'm looking for a chance to see who can't help but come out and teach me a lesson," Shane replied.

"Then, you're going to knock him down."

"Yes" Shane laughed, "All the trouble stems from the fact that they didn't adapt to the changes that came with me coming into council, so I need to adapt them to my style." ”

"Now, some people in Silvermoon City will be in a dilemma and can't sleep."

Sylvanas gloated that many people in the council couldn't sleep.

Silvermoon City, the top floor of the Morning Stalker's tower, with a magic lamp illuminating the desk in the dome. In the pile of books is the council master Greenville-Morning Walker, who has endless official documents, and the seal in his hand keeps falling and rising, and the whereabouts are rising.

"How dare he. Being a member of parliament weakens the prestige of parliament, thinking that no one can control him? Greenville was indignant, "and dare to give me the nickname of a rubber stamp." "The speed of the hand increases, and the stamping action is repeated like a boxing.

"What does that newcomer want to do? We just want him to understand the rules and maintain our system for thousands of years. His reaction was eager, ready to fight, what should I do against him" Greenville thought about discovering the worst thing possible. They didn't have much to do against the newcomer. The Blades of Dawn are old and young, one inside and one outside, ushering in their strongest period.

The "Master" attendant entered.

"What's the matter?"

"A Visit from Master Jaynnrini of the Dawn Star"

"Ask him to come over, no, I'll meet him myself."

…………

There were hundreds of kilometers between Silvermoon City and the White Tower, and what they were going to do, Shane wouldn't know, and the White Tower was close at hand.

The human students bring a different ethos to Shane's elven apprentices: the world beyond Quel'Salas is exciting. They come from all over the world and tell stories about the customs and anecdotes of their hometowns. The Oakland Mountains are home to Rock Hora, the King of Frost; The world's highest peak, Black Rock Mountain, stretches to the sky; The Arathi Bridge is a magnificent and magnificent work of the conquest of nature by mortals.

Some of them are wrong, Blackstone Mountain is not the highest peak in the world, and Hyjal Peak in Kalimdor is the highest peak in the world, but the place where humans have set foot, Blackstone Mountain is indeed the highest. Sean doesn't correct it, leaving it up to the students to find out for themselves.

Today is Reading Day, Luo Ning walked to the Hongyang White Tower Library with excitement, and the unique shelf system of the White Tower is his favorite.

For human students, Baita also gives them a different learning atmosphere. Students with big brains, students who like to watch the excitement, students who follow the rules, they all love the library of the White Tower, and the guess exchange area is their favorite bookshelf. It contains some of the students' works for everyone to enjoy.

Luo Ning entered the door of the library, took a look, there were not many people, and walked lightly towards the conjecture area, his work was on the shelves a few days ago, and he wanted to see what everyone said about him. When it came to the bookshelf location, Khadgar arrived before him.

"Forget it, his works are also on the shelves, but they can't be better than mine" Luo Ning glanced at his classmates and looked for his books on the shelves. Flip it over, 'Haha, a lot of comments in a few days!' My book is quite popular. ’

He looked down contentedly, and halfway through it, his heart felt like it had been ravaged a thousand times and shattered.

"What is written", "I can't read it", "Arcane poisonous weed", "The reasonable party is unreasonable", "Blind my Aojin eyes"

"They don't understand what I mean, what kind of comments are they writing!" Luo Ning's hands trembled with anger.

"Hehe" Khadgar laughed on the side, put his work back on the shelf, walked past Luo Ning in a chic manner, and laughed again: "Hehe"

Luo Ning jumped his eyebrows and was about to attack, but finally held back, "Let me see how you write." He took out Khadgar's work, looked at it, and immediately put it back, not wanting his broken heart to be hit again.

Their every move was watched by Shane, while Dalaran's leading mage, Otulus, watched with him the two of them. He came to the Mage's Tower to ask Shane to write a short comment to each of his human students.

The two most talented students, Shane, didn't know how to put pen to paper. Just write just one sentence: "I'm bullish on Ronin" and "I'm bullish on Khadgar." ”

The leader of the "Master Shane" Dalaran frowned: "Which of the two of them is better or worse?" ”

"Mage Oturus," said Shane, "must there be a high and low?" ”

"Forgive me for my presumptuous," Oturus saluted, "for there is one thing that one of them needs to do, and I am hesitating. ”

"I see." Shane said lightly, covering the waves in his heart. The historical decision is actually in his hands, and his words will affect the candidates sent to the side of the fallen guardian Medivan as an undercover agent.

History came to him.

"I evaluate from the standpoint of a mentor," Shane said cautiously, "Ronin is smart and open-minded but seems too arrogant, even if he himself has no intention of being arrogant; Khadgar is well-behaved, agile and very good at seeing the situation. (To be continued.) )