Chapter 21：Fireballs Were a Mage’s True Love!

Fire Magic, Frost Magic and Arcane Magic, together they formed the legendary Tri-elemental Mages. 

If a mage had a great affinity for Water and Fire, had strong passion for the pursuit of Arcane knowledge, was highly talented, intelligent, hardworking, and had at least one capable mentor - as long as the various factors were in their favor, then… Alright, that was the Tri-elemental Mage, Khadgar. He was a legend, do not get too obsessed over him… 

Sean closed his eyes at this moment and sensed the Ice and Fire by tapping into his Spirit's energy. He could easily sensed that his affinity towards Fire and Water was actually… not bad at all? 

"Indeed, as the only transmigrator, the main character of Azeroth, my affinity is… absolutely fantastic! If the room had also been filled with Earth and Wind, I would definitely have caught all of their attention!" 

"I am destined to be a man with great affinity for all four elements!" 

Sean had given himself 10086 approval points. 

However, with a body of a 15 years old, Sean was still not a man. 

He soon realized that the Water surrounding his body had gradually disappeared. 

No, it was not that it hated him, nor was it that his affinity was poor. It was that the guy beside him had an affinity to Water so great, that the cute Water Elementals…. No, the detestable Water Elementals had abandoned the main character and flocked to the other side… 

It was that greedy fella, Meryl Winterstorm! 

'Is it because his surname is 'Winterstorm'? But what does winter have to do with water? Furthermore there's a storm within his name, shouldn't he have greater affinity with Wind?'

Sean mentally dissed Meryl. 

However, he knew that such a scene was to be expected. 

As one of the first hundred Human Mages in history and the most famous one of the group, Meryl Winterstorm's Elemental affinity was definitely not lacking. Besides, Meryl Winterstorm had also been a mentor to the first Guardian of Tirisfal, Alodi, who was also a legendary Frost Mage. Had you not realized that his staff, Ebonchill, was a Frost Mage's Artifact? 

Behind every successful student was a similarly successful teacher… Was it this line? 

It was not important. In short, Alodi was a Frost Mage, so his mentor, Meryl Winterstorm would definitely also be a Frost Mage… Yup, that settled it. 

Okay. As Meryl's affinity for Water surpassed that of Sean, it immediately shocked the female Even Mage. 

The female Even Mage felt that this was an occurrence that she had never expected to witness and was filled to the brink with excitement. 

'Gosh, such a strong affinity for Water, it's unprecedented! Even if I were to search through the entire Quel'Thalas, it's not possible to find anyone like this! This person will surely become an excellent Frost Mage. In fact, he might not only stop at becoming a High Level Mage, but rise to the level of Archmage, perhaps... becoming a legend himself!'

The female Elven Mage had thought even more. 

If Meryl Stormwinter would one day rise to the position of a reputable legendary Mage, as the guide and mentor of such a legend, she would surely benefit and become more respectable… 

What woman did not love to dream? 

The female Elven Mage was no exception. 

She started venturing into her own thoughts, deeper and deeper… 

"Coughs, teacher, teacher? What do you actually think about our elemental affinities?" Sean had repeated the question twelve times before the female Elven Mage was snapped back into reality. 

She blushed slightly and soon recovered the strict demeanor of a teacher. Nodding her head, she said, "Right, Sean, you're indeed the descendant of the Feathermoon family, your affinity for Water and Fire has reached a high level. You'll surely succeed one day and become an excellent Mage." 

Hearing her compliment of Sean, Meryl immediately asked, "What about me? What about me?" 

The female Elven Mage brightened and said, "For you, your affinity for Water has exceeded anything I've ever seen before! As long as you work hard, you'll definitely surpass me and join the ranks of legends. However, you must remember to not let this get to your head, know that success is always a mixture of 99% perspiration and 1% talent…"

With a strange expression, the female Elven Mage stopped herself before she could finish her sentence. 

It was because at that moment, Meryl Winterstorm was counting his fingers and even murmured loudly, "Right. My teacher is a high level Mage and she's already this rich, much richer than those old knights. She also has so many books, dresses up beautifully and has armed herself with such an elegant staff. If I'm destined to surpass her, then I'll surely be even richer! Then I can buy more beautiful clothes, a nicer-looking staff, even more bread, and throw each loaf away after taking a slice…" 

Sean started to cover his face. 

The female Elven Mage started to groan. 

Sean and the Elven Mage looked at each other. Without saying a word, they hurriedly left the room together. 

Forgive them, they had probably hoped that they had never met Meryl Winterstorm. 

That greedy little fella!

A greedy little fella who had tarnished the Elven Mage's dignity! 

Ever since he learnt of Meryl's exceedingly powerful affinity for Water, Sean temporarily suppressed his desire to control Water and shifted his focus on becoming a Fire Mage… 

After all, fireballs were a mage's true romance! 

Furthermore, from another perspective, since Sean was already able to summon Water, it was natural that he ought to give Fire a try. One must know that powerful Conjuration techniques were also capable of summoning powerful Fire Elemental beings. Blood Elven Prince Kael'Thas' ability to summon the phoenix, Al'ar, was an example.

Sean did not care much about summoning a phoenix. His grand plan… or rather, his grand ambition, was to summon the Elemental Lord of Fire, Ragnaros, as his pet! 

There was still a long journey to be ventured ahead and Sean needed to rest his body…

The journey ahead looked promisingly bright, but his eyes were not. 

In the middle of the night, Sean laid on his bed amid the complete darkness. 

His consciousness had travelled to the Spatial Garrison, where his long-forgotten Stats Interface revealed some changes. 

Name: Sean Feathermoon (This is not an ordinary surname. It's a legendary and reputable figure of the past, but he has yet to be recorded into history. Now that you have uncovered the clues, continue your search, young one!) 

Race: Half-Human, Half-Elf (An average-sized and intelligent race. Possesses the blood of both Humans and Elves. Commonly known as Half-Elf. This mixed-blood identity will bring forth talent and also discrimination. You are disliked by Elves and Humans.) 

Stats: Strength 5, Agility 7, Stamina 10, Intellect 12, Spirit 19 (Comment: You are an extraordinary adolescent. What a great Spirit!) 

Main Class: Mage (Apprentice).

Secondary Class: None.

Skills: Low Rank Common, Low Rank Elven, Low Rank Cooking, Low Rank Planting, Low Rank Engineering 

Equipment: Kobold Shaman's Staff (White Quality, Common Equipment), Dalaran Apprentice's Robe (White Quality, Common Equipment), Refined Iron Dagger (White Quality, Common Equipment)