Chapter 14: Inauguration Certificate

"Magic is not omnipotent," Zhao Mian said calmly, "Just like the world's development of technology, there are always various disadvantages. Nothing can be perfect, and the will of the world can only maintain the stability of the overall situation. We seemingly powerful intelligent creatures are just small grains of sand under the dazzling starry sky. The direction of the situation is not something that any of us can control. Einstein achieved the emergence of a nuclear bomb, but that weapon was just a matter of being the result of being a nuclear bomb.

It is called a gift from the demon, and anyone who uses it can only create a huge tragedy. Arses created the Death Knight, but human will will not change because of a death. People who wake up again choose to resist. You say that is a tragedy? Maybe. But I think that is a great courage. The tiny Death Knights resisted the suppression of the Lich King at the cost of their souls. The chance of winning is almost invisible, but they still stood up, didn't they?"

After pausing for a moment, Zhao Mian looked at Yimei with a more solemn expression, "Want to listen to a story? A story about a Death Knight."

Ichimi was somewhat infected by Zhao Mian's emotions. She was silent for a moment, recovered her emotions, and nodded.

The story of the Death Knight that Zhao Mian told is Arses. As for the general story...you can review Warcraft 3 for yourself!!!!!!

"... In the end, he fell in front of me. This was my victory of revenge and a victory for all Azeroth. However, this was not the ending that a patriot should have. The last sentence he said when he fell to the ground will still appear from time to time in my dreams." Zhao Mian finished the story with a little heavy weight.

Ichimi looked a little sad, with a few tears in her eyes, as if she was about to say something, but in the end no one said it.

Zhao Mian was silent for a while, took out a delicious cake from his bag and handed it over, "Eat some dessert, it should make you feel better."

"Well, thank you." Yimei took the cake handed over by Zhao Mian and took a light bite. Suddenly, a cheerful mood came to her mind inexplicably, "What is this?" Yimei asked strangely, and after that, she took another bite.

"Delicious cake," said Zhao Mian, "a dessert containing some kind of magic, which is said to make people happy after eating it. In addition, I have a mammoth meat from last week, which is said to make people feel sad. Do you want to try it?"

"No need." Ichimi shook her head and refused.

"Okay, the story has been finished, so I should talk about some more important things next." Zhao Mian took out a piece of Chennian Dalaran hard cheese and started to chew. "Since you have read all the information about the Death Knight at the end, then you have read all the previous ones too."

Yimei nodded and ate the cake in small mouthfuls.

"Well, although I shouldn't say it," Zhao Mian said helplessly: "What should you do with your homework? With so much information, you should start reading after finishing your housework, right?"

"No, no problem." Ichimi shook her head, "It's just a day's words."

"So, have you decided what career to do?" Zhao Mian nodded in recognition of Yimei's words.

"This," Ichimi said hesitantly, "I want to discuss it with you. I have some interest in two professions."

"Two, it should be difficult to choose between them, right? No problem, I can discuss it with me." Zhao Mian agreed.

"Hey, these two professions." Yimei opened the catalog of the manual and pointed to the two branches above and said.

Zhao Mian looked over Yimi's fingers. The mage and the priest were indeed professions that girls like Yimi would choose. The priest symbolizes Yimi's inner tenderness and cannot bear to hurt others' nature. The mage represents Yimi's yearning for the fairy tale world and curiosity that his inner desire for the mysterious arrival.

Zhao Mian was silent for a moment, staring at Yimei and thinking. It was not until Yimei was staring at her that she was discomfortably and twisting her body to escape from Zhao Mian's sight that Zhao Mian spoke: "Although these two professions are both spell casting professions, there is a fundamental difference. The source of their abilities is different."

"????" Yimei looked at Zhao Mian for some reason.

"It's very simple," Zhao Mian said, "You can tell which profession you are suitable for by asking you a question, but this requires your cooperation."

"Yeah." Yimei nodded, "I will cooperate."

"Then, please trust me." Zhao Mian said, and his eyes began to burst out with dazzling white light. The light penetrated a beautiful eye and reached the depths of her heart. Zhao Mian's voice resounded through her consciousness with a hint of majesty, "Repent before the holy glory, sinners!"

Scenes unfolded before Yimei's eyes, and various lives appeared in Yimei's mind. It seemed that just a moment, and it seemed that after a long time, Yimei woke up.

"5 minutes," Zhao Mian held a pocket watch on the side, "I'm sorry, for you, the Way of Holy Light is too difficult. You can't understand a value and a way of survival that has never been mentioned in this world. It seems that you can only be a mage."

"Hey?!!!!" Yimei was stunned for a moment, and then was surprised. "You can see what profession is suitable for a person? Is it too hasty?"

"If it were other professions, I really had no choice." Zhao Mian shrugged, "But if the priest said, I could still see that a person is not suitable for him. But don't worry, you are not a cliché and not suitable for this kind of power, you are just simply unable to understand the way of the Holy Light."

"That's it," Ichimi nodded a little down, "I still look forward to using that power to save others." Then she cheered up a little, "But since it's not suitable, let's forget it."

"If that's the case, it's a mage," Zhao Mian nodded, "This coincides with the necklace on your chest. The ancestors who first realized the power of the arcane grew up on the edge of this well."

"Oh?!!" Ichimi held up the pendant hanging on her chest with her hands and placed it in front of her eyes and observed it carefully, "But this necklace looks very ordinary."

"Do you think the so-called magical items are shining?" Zhao Mian said helplessly, "Don't underestimate this necklace, it was cast by a famous master. What's more, if the things inside are placed in other worlds with magic, they may cause world turmoil."

"Huh???" Yimei looked at Zhao Mian in surprise, and then quickly took the necklace back into her chest and put it on her chest, "Is it so precious?"

"It's okay." Zhao Mian sighed, "But it's better to complete the mage's inauguration procedures. It's too late now. I don't care, but you have to get up early to go to school tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah." Yimei nodded.

"Then," Zhao Mian looked around, "This place is too small. We want to change another place."

Soon, Ichimi and Zhao Mian secretly went out and found a small park-like place around. Zhao Mian broke the monitors around with hammers one by one, and then stood in a relatively empty place in the park.

Yimei was signaled by Zhao Mian to stand far away. She saw Zhao Mian from a distance as if she had placed a disc on the ground.

The Void Dao Mark is not so much a round shape, but rather a bunch of strange objects with gears stacked together. Zhao Mian took it out of his space bag and placed it on an open space.

He squatted down, put his hands on it, and kept inputting the holy light, knowing that the light penetrated the boundaries of nothingness and reached the world of Azeroth. He controlled the light and went straight to Theramore.


Chapter completed!