所有黑暗精灵学徒静静站在那里，等待着导师的命令。
接下来的事非常危险，武技大师的话不停回荡在他们耳边，很多人丢失了手臂、头皮，成为残疾。
他们当然知道“残疾”在魔索布莱城的含义。
但他们无法逃避，这是他们在战斗训练的最后一步。
他们缓缓走向他们的岗位，胆大心细，他们在心理重复着这句无论在哪里都实用的训导。
战斗声起，碎屑伴随着惊呼四处翻飞。武器磨损，迅速打磨，继续战斗。战斗的成果逐渐显现出来。
快了快了，他们这么安慰自己，强迫自己继续面对。
结束了。竟然无人残疾，导师的眼中有着赞许，却有些失望？
学徒们露出笑脸，满意的看着手中的……零件……
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“金工实习好变态！”
“就是……有意义吗？做个小榔头小阶梯？”
“管它呢……人家通信班都要实习钳工。”
“至少不危险……看着我们的车床飞转都有些寒……”
以此文纪念结束的金工实习，某风同时残念下被刚打磨的零件烫伤的手指。顺带换个怨念签名。

所有法师学徒静静站在那里，等待着大师的命令。
接下来的事非常困难，导师的话不停回荡在他们耳边，很多人只是指尖一滑、眼睛一眨，试炼失败。
他们当然知道“失败”在试炼中的含义。
但他们无法逃避，这是他们成为大法师的最后一步。
他们缓缓走向他们的岗位，胆大心细，他们在心理重复着这句无论在哪里都实用的训导。
试炼开始，绚丽的色彩伴随着药材古怪的气味充盈着房间。材料耗尽，法器损坏，取出备用，试炼继续。努力的成果逐渐显现出来。
快了快了，他们这么安慰自己，强迫自己继续面对。
但越是最后越是紧要关头——手指的一丝颤抖，思想的一不留神，都会让前面作出的所有努力付之东流，而失败，更是他们生命中不能承受之重。
随着最后一个手势，药材在一瞬间改变了颜色，法术成功了。
大法师的眼中透露出些许赞许，却有些失望？
学徒们露出笑脸，满意的看着手中的……数据表格……
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以此纪念大一时觉得难得要死，大二时觉得小菜一碟的化学滴定实验，顺便残念下刚刚被浓硝酸和浓氢氧化钠双重腐蚀的右手食指。

The magi gazes at his apprentice standing in front of him, stunned.

"So...this piece is one of your works?"

The warhammer hold in the apprentice's hands, emitting a massive surge of magical energy and reddish glimmer, has drawn the magi's eyes and arousen the uneasy look on his face.

"Yes, master."

The very piece would take the magi himself, the most superior and renown enchanter in Sigil, maybe in Outlands, at least a week spent on barely preparing for the enchanting process.

"You DID say you finish in one single hour, did you not?"

"Yes, master."

This is what he fears the most. An unexperienced enchanter, as the apprentice is, would rather try abetting a modron into treachery than dabbling the most difficult, yet lethal enchanting process: the enchantment of a +6 warhammer.

"YOU LIE!! This article is far beyong your ability! You cannot have done it yourself, unless..."

There is only one explaination.

He must had contracted with a Battezu exchanging his temperory mastering on enchantment ability with the position as a foot soldier of eternal torment in the roar of the Blood War. Such a FOOL he is.

He would have known it. He shouldn't pressed him that much. The young boy would not has signed the damned treaty if only he had not expected too much of him who has by no means ANY potential and passion that a master enchanter possesses. But now, his little pathetic self-esteem lured him into unredeemable doom.

"You will expound to me, boy. Expound how you achieved this! Speak, now!"

The apprentice, somewhat intimidiated, replies with his voice lowered.

"Just... just by some sort of computer programming, sir."
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某G的学校砸钱买了只要写点程序就会自动把锤子柄做出来的机器
<--GRE挣扎中的G

说实话，楼上的英文写作还有改进的空间。

祝杀鸡好运！