Azeroth Trail of Light

2. Yellowed memories

The House of Magic, this is the most famous tavern and hotel in Dalaran. Many mages who like good wine will choose to have a glass of wine here when night falls, and then go back to the mage tower to start meditating.

Especially for academic mages, being able to temporarily free themselves from the heavy research work is definitely something that can make people cheer.

Apprentices are generally less likely to come here. The high price is on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is because they do not have much time to relax. Dalaran is very strict with the teaching of magic apprentices. Generally speaking, three years Apprentices who have not been able to enter the junior mage within a few days will be dismissed or incorporated into the administrative system of Dalaran.

Although there will be a good job, in this life, I will probably say goodbye to magic. For those who are interested in creating a career in the magic arena, this is simply the most terrible torture.

But there are always people who think differently, like the girl sitting across from Kel'Thuzad.

The two sat in a box on the second floor of the House of Magic. This is where Kel'Thuzad came most often. His identity determined that a box was only the most basic privilege, but Kel'Thuzad thought it was very common. It was a little scary in the eyes of others.

"Hey, who the hell are you? My mentor, Mr. Luo Ning, is in the Magic House, but he doesn't even get this kind of treatment!"

The girl curiously looked at Kel'Thuzad who was sitting across from her reading a book. The woman's keen senses made her notice Kel'Thuzad's sneaky glances at her more than once, but it had nothing to do with lust, at most it was just a hint of admiration and curiosity.

This discovery made the girl happy. At least it proved that she still had charm, but no one had discovered it before. Thinking of this, her feeling for Kel'Thuzad immediately improved.

In fact, to be precise, this girl is indeed a beauty, with a good figure and face. The only troublesome thing is her personality. Kel'Thuzad, who has seen too many magic apprentices, knows that this kind of personality will make her in the world. It is difficult to be valued in the apprentice group, and they may even be squeezed out by their peers.

This is Dalaran, what is needed here is calmness and talent, not enthusiasm, let alone a hint of rude boldness.

But this did not prevent him from admiring the girl opposite. Even though it was only the first time the two of them met, for things like feelings, the heartstrings might only need a meeting of eyes.

Facing the girl's question, Kel'Thuzad closed his magic book, showing a jerky smile that he was not used to,

"I, I'm just a mage... the most common mage in Dalaran."

"hypocritical!"

Faced with this answer, the girl poked her nose in disdain, but soon, she stopped entangled in this topic, everyone has their own secrets, and this is what she has learned in Dalaran for more than a year One of the few truths, so she picked up the fruit wine in front of her, took a sip, and said to Kel'Thuzad,

"You know what? Your voice is beautiful."

Kel'Thuzad's hand that picked up the wine glass trembled, but he quickly recovered. He opened his mouth and smiled,

"Really? It's the first time someone says that about me."

The girl nodded seriously,

"It's very magnetic, and it has an air of convincing."

She thought about it, and then used a metaphor, "It's exactly the same as when my father talked."

"puff…"

This metaphor made Kel'Thuzad almost spit out the wine in his mouth, and then he laughed uncontrollably. Perhaps it was an inexplicable emotion that made him feel particularly relaxed with this carefree and unique girl.

Then he heard the girl's next words,

"Actually, you look good when you smile...why don't you smile?"

Kel'Thuzad was silent. He didn't know how to answer this question, because from his memory, he entered Dalaran, from an apprentice to a mage, and now, it seems...it is true that he rarely sees people laugh.

The girl probably didn't need Kel'Thuzad's answer, she sipped the wine in her glass and said in a very emotional tone,

"Do you know? This is a city that doesn't laugh... From the first time I entered here, I noticed that everyone is always in a hurry, seems to be very busy, and everyone is very serious. I remember the teacher Luo Ning At first I laughed, but then I slowly became like everyone else... I don’t like this place, it’s like a prison.”

The girl drank another glass of wine, put the glass on the table as if she was angry, and made a crisp sound,

"A cage of emotions."

There was a blush on her face, she propped her chin with her hand, looked at the silent Kel'Thuzad,

"I'm leaving. The day after tomorrow, I'm going back to my hometown."

Kel'Thuzad raised his head abruptly. This action revealed his emotions. Seeing the doubt in his eyes, the girl showed her trademark cheerful smile again,

"It's not what you think, not because of studies or other reasons."

"I just passed the assessment of a junior mage, but I found that I still can't adapt here. My father sent me here because he hoped that I would become a noble mage, but I know that he hoped that I would avoid the war with the orcs. My home is in Arathi, it's about to fall, and I can't give up my family, so I'm going back."

The girl stood up and opened her arms like a dancer about to start dancing. She turned to look at Kel'Thuzad,

"You know? From the beginning, since I was a child, I actually wanted to be a traveler, to see the scenery around the world, and then to find those lost histories. Later, I thought it would be nice to be a mage, mysterious , an elegant mage, that is almost every child's dream."

"But I... I still can't get used to it."

The girl was leaning against the window, looking at the lights of Dalaran slowly turning on, then suddenly turned her head and looked at Kel'Thuzad,

"What about you? What is your dream? And why do you want to become a mage?"

Kel'Thuzad vaguely recalled his past. That memory seemed to be filled with complicated magical knowledge, awkward spells, and the scenery of Dalaran that seemed to be frozen in time. He couldn't think of his dreams, nor Think about why you became a mage.

So facing this question, he remained silent... He really wanted to use gorgeous language to express himself in front of the girl he favored, just like those written in those stories, but he remained silent in the end.

"I... I don't know."

A trace of sadness and regret flashed in the girl's eyes. She walked behind Kel'Thuzad, gently put her arms on his shoulders, and looked at the thick black magic layer that seemed to separate him from the world. robe.

"It's pathetic...you are a child with no dreams and no past."

"Thank you for the wine, I'm going back, good night."

The girl picked up her scarf and waved her hand without looking back. Seeing that she was about to disappear at the door, Kel'Thuzad didn't know where the courage came from. He stood up and asked in a trembling voice,

"Then... will you come back? After the war is over."

The girl's footsteps also stayed in place, and the two were silent for a few seconds, then a chuckle sounded,

"I don't know, do I have a reason to come back?"

Kel'Thuzad drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and let the spicy taste dance in his mouth, stimulating his emotions. He seemed to have caught the tail of something beautiful, so he said loudly,

"I still lack a mage assistant. I am Kel'Thuzad, an alternate member of the Council of Six. I will submit an application to the Council of Six. You...will you refuse?"

The girl turned her head, under the illumination of the magic light, the blush on her face looked so cute, her eyes blinked slyly,

"Wow, it really is a big shot, refuse... no, why did you refuse?"

After finishing speaking, she let out a series of laughter like silver bells, and disappeared through the door. Kel'Thuzad shouted loudly,

"I'll wait for you to come back!"

Fifteen minutes later, Kel'Thuzad returned to his mage tower. He was in a happier mood than he is now. He even hummed a song, but looking at the piles of complicated research subjects in front of him, they were just like those ghost symbols. The young mage couldn't help but shook his head, he had a headache, and it might be another sleepless night tonight.

But when he looked up and saw the moon over Dalaran, he hummed in satisfaction, sat on his black velvet chair, stretched his waist, and prepared to start today's work.

But just when Kel'Thuzad picked up the quill, a loud noise suddenly rang in his ear, startling him, he got up from the ground in embarrassment, and walked to the window regardless of his painful arm. On the side, outside the window, there was chaos. In the north of Dalaran, a group of flames had already burst out, and then there was a scalp-numbing sound of killing.

Kel'Thuzad hurriedly took out his wand and cast an Eagle Eye spell on himself. The next moment, his vision spread rapidly, and he saw what was happening in the north of the city. It was flames, it was war, orcs!

damn it! How could the orcs who were still in the Arathi Highlands appear in the Dalaran Plains?

Are all Alterac soldiers dead?

wrong! Those orcs!

The mage's keen perception made Kel'Thuzad immediately notice that something was wrong with those orcs, especially those orcs riding on skeleton-like horses, wearing black armor and wielding rune weapons. Their aura was not alive!

It's forbidden magic!

Kel'Thuzad immediately sensed that something was wrong, and just as he was about to observe again and send a signal, another loud noise exploded in Dalaran City. At this moment, all the glass on the windows around Kel'Thuzad was shattered. Cracked, shattered together, and a whole street of glass.

He looked up at the sky, and in the night, the entire sky was shattered!

Like shards of glass!

Shield... Dalaran's city shield, broken!

The war came, and Kel'Thuzad's mind was still a little chaotic, but this did not prevent him from getting ready for battle immediately. He took out several scrolls from under the desk, inserted them into his belt, and brought several scrolls with him. A bottle of emergency potion, and finally picked up his staff of the Archmage.

Kel'Thuzad uttered the awkward magic fluently from his mouth, and with the shattering of the teleportation light, his body disappeared into the magic tower.

Instead of going to the Violet Tower of Antonidas, he went to another place.

"Take up your weapons! Take your weapons! Don't panic, and prepare to follow me to the Violet Tower!"

Archmage Ronin waved his staff in his hand. With the blessing of the sound amplification technique, his voice spread throughout his magic tower. Those chaotic mage apprentices rushed around like headless chickens, and suddenly appeared The war made these children a little panicked.

But this is just a small scene for Rhonin. Not long ago, he had a fight with Deathwing, although since then, his reputation in Dalaran has changed from "moving disaster" to He is a hero, but in fact, Luo Ning knew that his foundation was still very shallow, so he took the initiative to take on the responsibility of teaching mage apprentices.

But just as Ronin was trying to calm down the panicked mage apprentices, a beam of teleportation light appeared in his mage tower. This action made Ronin raise his eyebrows. Use teleportation at will in Dalaran?

Looks like someone big is coming!

Kel'Thuzad's voice came out of the light, and Ronin's expression immediately became weird. Of course he knew Kel'Thuzad. In fact, all the high-ranking mages in Dalaran knew him. He was a lonely and weird person. , but his talent in magic research is absolutely amazing, even the sage Antonidas is very proud of his disciple.

In fact, Kel'Thuzad is already one of the representatives of the academic mages in Dalaran. Facing him, a hero like Rhonin has to treat a mage of the same level, so he quickly went up to him,

"Mr. Kel'Thuzad, what are you doing here at this time?"

"I'm here to find someone!"

Kel'Thuzad is not good at dealing with people, so when faced with Ronin's question, he chose to go straight to the point, "One of your apprentices, a girl from Arathi Highlands, uh... I don't know her name, but she has a very special personality. Straightforward, I also like to go to the fountain to feed stray cats, do you know where she is?"

Luo Ning froze for a moment, but still answered quickly,

"You should be talking about Ms. Bigworth, but she is not here. She has submitted an application to return home, and she should currently live in the Dalaran Visitor Reception Center on the Magic Commercial Street."

"To the north? Where the fighting took place?"

Kel'Thuzad's face changed drastically, and he turned around to leave. Ronin asked curiously behind him,

"With all due respect, you and Miss Bigworth?"

"She is the assistant mage I ordered!"

Kel'Thuzad turned his head and glanced at Ronin. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he shook his head. The staff in his hand tapped lightly on the ground, and the whole person disappeared in the light of the teleportation technique again.

At this time, in the panicked northern part of Dalaran, when the orc army rushed into the city of mages along the gap in the city, the mages who reacted immediately launched a counterattack, turning a corner of the city into an instant. It became a battlefield where magic danced, the flames melted the buildings, and the ice swept across everything. In less than five minutes, this place became a real hell.

And the magic commercial street close to the battlefield has also been affected by the flames of war. Crazy orcs rampage here, destroying everything they can see, chasing and killing the residents of Dalaran, making this originally quiet night more colorful. There was a tinge of frightening desolation.

The light of flame magic reflected the sky. In the completely destroyed neighborhood, Miss Bigworth leaned on her magic cane with difficulty, trying her best to avoid the dagger of the orc assassin in front of her, and then pierced the shining purple ice cone in her hand. It entered his abdomen, and threw a wave of arcane shock with the cane, blasting him out.

The ferocious expression of the orc assassin still remained on his face, but his life was gone.

This fight exhausted Miss Bigworth's little magic power. She leaned against the ruins of the wall and breathed heavily. The scorching breath of the battlefield filled her lungs with thirst, and her face was bruised. Puffed up with sweat and ashes, she knew she must look terrible by now, but now was not the time to talk about it.

She struggled to take out a small bottle of magic potion from her backpack, and tried to pour it into her mouth with trembling hands, but the wound left on her arm by the assassin just now was still exuding severe pain, so it was difficult to complete this action, and Just before it was about to succeed, there was a loud noise that made the ground shake again. The body of Miss Bigworth, who was caught off guard, fell out, and the magic potion in her hand fell on the ground.

"No! No no!"

The young girl got up from the ground, but the vital potion was gone. Without it, Miss Bigworth didn't know how to escape from this hell.

There are orcs and civilians being hunted everywhere. At this moment, the magic city seems to have become a real frontline battlefield, cruel and bloody. Miss Bigworth knew that she could not stay here for long. Get to Violet Tower, or some other safe place, before you spot her.

During her difficult movements, for some reason, the shadow of Kel'Thuzad was always dangling in front of her eyes. She smiled wryly. From the contact this afternoon, she knew that Kel'Thuzad was a true academic. Magic knowledge may be strong, but actual combat ability is weak. Now she only hopes that that fool will not come here to take risks.

"boom!"

The price of distraction is serious. Miss Bigworth was punched to the ground by the orc assassin who suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. Her sanity was a little blurred, and she could only watch the orc assassin walking towards her with a dagger in his hand. .

There is no hope.

In this dark, blood-smelling street corner, there is no hope.

The orc assassin tilted his head to look at Miss Bigworth, bared his teeth, then bent down, raising the dagger in his hand high, the blade shone with a deadly gleam under the reflection of moonlight and magic, and then After Miss Bigworth closed her eyes, she stabbed sharply.

The moonlight was covered by black clouds, and it seemed that he couldn't bear to see this cruel scene, and was then torn apart by a sharp roar.

"Give me... get out!"