Fireballs Are a Mage's Romance!

Fire mages, frost mages, and arcane mages—these are the legendary three branches of wizardry.

If a mage possesses a high affinity for both fire and water elements, enjoys researching arcane energy itself, and happens to be highly gifted, intelligent, diligent, and lucky enough to have one or several excellent mentors, then... well, that would be the tri-spec archmage Khadgar. He is a legendary figure; do not obsess over him.

At this moment, Shawn closed his eyes, using his mental power to perceive the dense ice and fire elements in the surroundings. He easily discovered that his affinity for both water and fire elements seemed... quite good?

"As expected, as a unique transmigrator and the destined protagonist of Azeroth, my elemental affinity is... truly outstanding! If the room were filled not only with fire and water elements but also earth and wind elements, I would surely attract the attention of all the elements!"

"I am a man destined for super-grade affinity with all four elements!"

Shawn gave himself 10,086 thumbs-ups in his heart.

However, Shawn, whose physical body was not yet fifteen, was not a man, but merely a boy.

He soon discovered that the water elements around him were rapidly thinning...

No, it wasn't that they disliked him, nor was his affinity poor; it was because there was a guy nearby whose water elemental affinity was simply too good—so good that those cute... no, hateful water elements had actually abandoned him, the protagonist, to flock toward...

The little money-grubber Meryl Winterstorm!

"Could it be because his surname is 'Winterstorm'? But what the hell does winter have to do with water? And with the word 'storm' in it, shouldn't he have an affinity for wind elements instead?"

Shawn muttered a silent complaint in his heart.

In truth, he knew very well that this scene was actually quite normal.

As one of the first hundred human mages, and the most famous among them, Meryl Winterstorm's elemental affinity was certainly not lacking. Furthermore, Meryl Winterstorm was the teacher of Alodi, the first Guardian of Tirisfal, and Alodi was a famously legendary frost mage. Hadn't you seen that his staff was called Ebonchill, a legendary artifact for frost mages?

Like teacher, like student... is that the saying?

It doesn't matter. Anyway, in short, Alodi was a frost mage, so his teacher Meryl Winterstorm obviously had to be a frost mage too... Yes, let's just settle on that pleasant assumption.

OK, Meryl Winterstorm's water elemental affinity, which surpassed Shawn's, immediately shocked the elven female mage.

The elven female mage felt as if she had gone out to pick flowers and stepped on a diamond; she was plunged into unprecedented, incomparable excitement.

"Heavens, such powerful water elemental affinity is unprecedented! Even if you searched all of Quel'Thalas, you wouldn't find such a person! This person will surely become an outstanding frost mage in the future. Perhaps his achievements will go beyond a high-ranking mage; he might even become an archmage, or even... achieve legend status!"

The elven female mage thought of even more.

If Meryl Winterstorm truly became a noble legendary mage in the future, then as the legendary mage's initiator and mentor, she would naturally rise in status and be respected...

What woman doesn't love to fantasize?

The elven female mage was no exception.

She began to let her imagination run wild, and wilder, and wilder...

"Ahem, Mentor, Mentor? How exactly is our elemental affinity?" Shawn asked for the 12th time, finally pulling the elven female mage out of her fantasies.

Her pretty face flushed slightly, and the elven female mage quickly regained her stern demeanor as a mentor, nodding pretentiously: "Hmm, Shawn, you are worthy of being a descendant of the Feathermoon family; your affinity for both water and fire elements has reached the high level. You will surely achieve something in the future and become an excellent mage."

Hearing the mentor praise Shawn, Meryl hurriedly asked: "What about me, what about me?"

The elven female mage's eyes glowed: "As for you, your water elemental affinity is super-grade, unprecedented and unheard of! As long as you study hard, you will surely surpass me in the future, and even stand shoulder-to-shoulder with those legendary figures. However, you must never be arrogant; remember that success requires 99% hard work plus 1% talent..."

Before the elven female mage could finish her sentence, she suddenly stopped, her expression turning strange.

Because at this moment, Meryl Winterstorm was counting on his fingers, muttering to himself: "Hmm, the mentor is a high-ranking mage and is so rich—even richer than the knight lords—and has so many books, wears such beautiful clothes, and holds such a nice staff. If I am destined to surpass the mentor in the future, then I will definitely be even richer! Then I can buy many beautiful clothes, many nice staves, and lots of bread—eat one and throw one away..."

Shawn began to cover his face.

The elven female mage began to groan.

The two looked at each other and ran out of the room in unison.

Forgive them; they truly wished they had never met Meryl Winterstorm.

That little money-grubber!

The little money-grubber who tarnished the dignity of mages!

Ever since learning of Meryl Winterstorm's superb water elemental affinity, Shawn temporarily suppressed his desire for a super-cute water elemental follower and instead threw himself into the great path of fire magic...

After all, fireballs are the true romance of a mage!

Moreover, from another perspective, since Shawn could already summon water elements, it was time to study fire. One must know that powerful conjuration can also summon powerful fire elemental creatures; hadn't you seen the blood elf prince Kael'thas summon the phoenix Al'ar?

Shawn didn't care to summon some fire phoenix; his great ambition... er, no, great wish, was to summon the Firelord Ragnaros as his baby!

The road ahead is long and arduous; Shawn must take care of his health...

The future is boundless, but the present is pitch black.

The night was deep, and Shawn lay on his bed, surrounded by darkness.

As his consciousness sank into the Space Garrison, the long-forgotten attribute interface had undergone some changes.

Name: Shawn Feathermoon (This is not an ordinary surname; it has produced legendary figures who left their mark on history, although she has not yet been recorded in the annals of history. Now that you have found clues, continue to investigate, young man!)

Race: Half-human, half-elf (A medium-sized intelligent race possessing half human blood and half elven blood. The common term is "half-elf." The mixed blood brings talent, but also discrimination; you are not favored by elves or humans.)

Attributes: Strength 5, Agility 7, Stamina 10, Intelligence 12, Spirit 19 (Evaluation: You are an abnormal minor. Your spirit is super long!)

Main Profession: Mage (Apprentice).

Sub-profession: None.

Skills: Common Language (Beginner), Elven Language (Beginner), Cooking (Beginner), Planting (Beginner), Engineering (Beginner).

Equipment: Kobold Shaman Wizard Staff (White quality, common equipment), Dalaran Apprentice Robe (White quality, common equipment), Fine Iron Dagger (White quality, common equipment).