Part 1. The Kingdom of the Kal'dorei. Chapter 1Peace and tranquility reigned in the forest kingdom, into which no evil could penetrate, where eternity flowed slowly and at the same time quickly, where the singing of birds and the whisper of leaves filled the world with serenity. This land knew no worries, was primordial and seemed to have existed unchanged since the beginning of time.But this pacification did not touch me at all, for several minutes now I had been looking at the miserable bush, which, on the instructions of the teacher, was supposed to grow in breadth and up, and with every minute I was losing patience more and more. Because this crappy plant was completely unwilling to do what was asked of it. It ate the provided energy with pleasure and joy, but at the same time it almost did not change."Well done, Malfurion, you're doing a great job," Cenarius said in his usual wise and satisfied voice, and the irritation in my soul jumped to new heights.Of course, Malfurion ma

From that day on, my life became a series of recurring events. I would get up in the morning and spend two hours practicing Rush, usually enough to drain my reserve by three-quarters. Following this, I practiced passing the obstacle course. Do not think that this band was one and the same. Kerantil was still an experienced mentor and therefore created a complex that almost instantly changed its parameters, and every time it seemed to the magician that his student passed obstacles too easily, the conditions of the strip became more complicated.Did I get stronger? To be frank, I could not give an exact answer to this question for a very long time, but on the twentieth night, Kerantil greeted me with unexpected news.“Student, tell me, what is the most important thing in mastering magic?”All sorts of answers came to mind, mostly based on the words of the teacher, but then I decided to discard them all and say what I think:- A wish.— Ha! This is the first time I've gotten a correct an

The journey to the destination was simple and routine. At least that's what teleporting seemed like to a night elf. Me and others from the reinforcement group could only thank those of the magicians who came up with stationary teleports, without them we would have spent weeks in order to get to the goal, and even then, this time, subject to maximum movement speed and the absence of “adventures” along the way . Still, the lands occupied by the night elves were unusually vast, and from the capital to the border with the silithids were thousands of kilometers away.The fortress itself was very remarkable. It was clear that the rulers and Queen Azshara took the threat of a silithid invasion quite seriously. We should have started from the location of the fortress. It was located on a rock, with sheer walls, and only a winding road led to its gates, turning from which you met with an abyss. The fortress was surrounded by powerful walls, almost sparkling from the magic invested in them. And

I sat at the end of a dark, gloomy tunnel, closing my eyes and meditating. If there was an opportunity, I would have slept at all, but alas, the situation did not allow it. From minute to minute they were to give the signal for action.So, I again won a lucky ticket, becoming the one who was chosen as a messenger. A fine task for a suicide bomber like I've been all these years. Can you take a breather now? I almost burst into hysterical laughter, but I restrained myself. It's scary how I don't want to die, and I also didn't want to leave my friends in this fortress. It was as if I was not undertaking a dangerous task, but fleeing the battlefield, and the fact that I was forced to flee through a forest infested with bugs was even more annoying. I'd rather stay in the fortress, meet the enemy with Dath'Remar, I'm sure I'd show my worth on the walls.Why, then, did I agree to such a dubious event? Indeed, volunteers were called in, and I could present the injury as an excuse for not want

I stood in the center of Zin Azshari at the secret entrance to the palace and still couldn't come to my senses. Too quickly events in my life succeeded each other. From the moment I woke up in the hospital, only two weeks had passed, I was allowed to get up and did only ten days ago, and it was hard to believe that the war with the silithids was over. That there are no more patrols in which it is possible to die every second, there is no threat of invasion for the next few hundred years, even six more years of service is not necessary, because I, like other defenders of Silithus, got the opportunity to leave the border. And now there was no need for a garrison in this fortress, because the enemy army was completely destroyed in that battle, of which I have only fragmentary memories.There was something unreal about standing like this on one of the streets of a beautiful city, my hometown, and breathing in its air, in which there is no danger and fear. After all, Zin Azshari has been s