Azeroth Trail of Light

"Om~"

With the light blue portal closed behind him, Dick, who was wearing silver armor again, holding his helmet, appeared at the visitor reception center in Dalaran, and Miss Jaina, who was in a good mood, took Dick’s arm. , Pulling him curiously looking left and right, walked out of the room that was almost completely enveloped by light blue magic crystals and psychedelic light.

When he really stepped into this city of wizards, which was almost as long as human history, even though Dick had already prepared in his heart, he was still shocked by this huge exotic city, almost speechless.

Dick has already seen the Silvermoon City of Quel'Thalas. Frankly speaking, Dalaran is inferior to the magical kingdom that has been established for nearly 7000 years, in fact, when it is a complete When Dalaran City came into Dick's eyes, he knew that this city was less than one-third of Silvermoon City.

But even so, the eyes are full of towering mage towers mixed with violet and blue and white, as well as silhouettes in robes that shuttle back and forth on the solemn and tidy magic avenue, although there is no magic broom and mana structure that can be seen everywhere in Silvermoon City. Pretending to be novel, but the friendly attitude of the people and the strange clothes made Dick feel the unique vitality of this magic city.

Different from the majesty and magnificence of Silvermoon City, this human city built in the middle of Lordamere Lake and Alterac Mountains gives people a kind of enthusiasm. To be precise, this is a highly free thought. And lifestyle impressions.

The mages will always be the wisest group of people in this world. They see through the appearance of the world and use the most suitable way to rule the weakest but most powerful country in this human confederation. Here, it is almost the whole world thought. The most free place.

Dalaran has been adhering to this thought since its initial establishment to the present. This kind of open-ended rule concept is also the most basic reason for Dalaran to be so prosperous.

In just ten minutes, Dick took Jaina’s hand and wandered the streets of Dalaran in a very comfortable and relaxed mood. This made Miss Jaina somewhat curious. As a mage who has grown up in Dalaran since she was a child, she has seen the exclamation and discomfort on the faces of the nobles when she first came to Dalaran more than once.

"Why do you always look at me?"

Dick, who was picking at the hawker stall selling magic items, suddenly glanced back at the curious eldest lady. He stretched out his hand to help the lady smooth the messy hair on her forehead and scratched the bridge of her nose spoilingly. This intimacy made the pretty face of the eldest lady turn red. She lowered her head shyly, but the other hand was hidden on Dick's waist and turned 180°.

"hiss..."

Dick took a deep breath and looked at the peddler who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. The Lord Paladin snorted and quickly picked up three inconspicuous objects from the dazzling booth, and dropped a few gold coins. , Embracing the eldest lady's slender waist, left in a big look.

The peddler, who was left with a pale face and crying without tears in his hands, was desolate in the wind.

Having eyes that can view item information, unless it is a highly sealed secret device, this kind of pediatric "gamble" is not difficult for Dick at all. The three small accessories he took away were suppressed by the peddler. The "treasure" at the bottom of the box is gone.

A few minutes later, Dick sat in a small mage tower to the right of the Violet Tower. This is Jaina’s residence in Dalaran and the mage tower once owned by Antonidas. On the table opposite him, Antonidas with a wise face, Krasus who had a relationship with him, and another female archmage wearing a gold-bottomed safflower robe were sitting there.

This is simply the scene of the three court trial.

However, Dick is also a "big man" who is chatting with the two Sun Kings before and after. Naturally, he will not feel timid about such small scenes. In fact, if he is not concerned about the upcoming war, Dick will not pick this time. Come to Dalaran.

Stratholm’s secret training of civilian paladins was ultimately not hidden from Alessandro’s eyes. Although the Ashbringer stood upright in front of the big troubles, he was also a comrade-in-arms worth relying on on the battlefield, but after all He was a stubborn old nobleman. The old Mograine's style and aristocratic thinking made him even more uncomfortable with some of Dick's "misconduct" behavior in Stratholme.

Although personal relationships are not bad, the old knight and Dick are already drifting away in official business. Three days ago, the supplies sent from the Light’s Wish Chapel were reduced by one-third, the warrior priest Ms. Whitemane and a quarter of the pastors were removed, this is the "warning" of the old Mograine.

For this kind of smelly and hard stone, he is also a hero of the justice side. Dick’s lack of political intelligence and fighting skills makes him look like a wild dog that sees a hedgehog. He doesn’t even know what to do. Where to start...Speaking of which, this analogy seems a bit inappropriate, but that's the situation.

For the requirements of the noble nature of the Holy Light and the Paladins and the Knights of the Silver Hand, this is almost the bottom line of the old Mograine's insistence for a lifetime. When the great knight Uther, who acts as the relaxation zone, escapes from the hand of silver, Dathrohan Ignoring government affairs, Old Fording's attitude was unclear, and Ethanlion and Hearthglen were completely attached to the situation, the situation of Stratholme battle group suddenly became embarrassing.

Dick believed that if it weren't for the war in the West Dallonemere area, the Stratholme battle group would need to be involved. Perhaps a series of sanctions had already fallen on his head.

But the old Mograine had his own beliefs, and so did Dick! He knew that "The Reign of Chaos" was coming, and the cultivation of civilian paladins was definitely a strategy he could not give up, and Dick was not very panicked. Unlike the old Mograine and the others, Dick knew clearly that the so-called "right" The victory of the "dead" will not appear in a short time, at least within 5 years. 5 years is enough time for him to do a lot of things.

And Dick is not without backs. At least on Quel'Thalas's side, Kael'thas, through the newly-built blood knight leader, Dick’s old comrade Myra-Dawn Blade, has more than once vaguely mentioned the idea of ​​soliciting. If the old Mograine did too much, Dick wouldn't mind taking the entire Stratholme battle group into the command of the Phoenix Dynasty.

Uh... the topic is a bit far off, let's turn our eyes back to Dalaran.

It is definitely not a good thing to chat with the wizards, especially the spiritually powerful wizards, especially when facing three wizards at once, Dick must think carefully about every sentence and learn from the astral wizard Medivh. This kind of nonsense can deceive the old Mograine, but definitely can't deceive the three in front of them, they are all the guys who have really dealt with Medivh.

"Knight Dick, let's talk frankly."

Antonidas did not speak, but the Red Dragon Mage Krasus said first.

"Mage Jaina has submitted a report on "Special Artifacts and Energy Classification Analysis" to the Kirin Tor Council as her graduation thesis. Frankly speaking, the gold content of this thesis surprised all the six councils and it is hard to believe. There is actually this kind of peculiar theories in this world that we have not noticed. However, I think you should explain the source of these taboo knowledge to the Council of Six."

Such forced and compelling questions should have made Dick angry, but Dick’s face was unexpectedly peaceful. What else? My girlfriend wants to write a graduation thesis, can you still slap her face? You have to find a way to fill the pits you dig yourself!

Dick touched his cheek, he smashed his mouth, a little regretful, maybe a kiss from Miss Jaina was not enough for what he was about to say?

"Uh... on this subject... you know, Medivh..."

Before Dick’s nonsense was prepared, Antonidas smiled and spoke.

"Medivun was taught by her mother, Aegwynn, the guardian of Tirisfal from a young age. At the same time, he also received the aristocratic education of his father, the royal archmage of Stormwind, Nelas Allan. His character Very arrogant. In fact, Medivh and I are also good friends before the big change in temperament. He is a very sensible person and doesn't care much about things other than magic and mages."

Well, the old mage is slapped naked, his meaning is very clear: stop talking about Medivh, even if it becomes a ghost creature, the proud astral mage will not surrender his status, and a big head What is the intersection of soldiers, let alone teaching.

Dick was silent. He really didn’t know what to say. The facts about Norgannon and the world turning around were too terrifying. Although there were no restrictions on the characters in the plot, the reaction from Liadrin, the only person who knew the truth. Look, if Dick really admits that he has a relationship with the Titans, his best end is to be treated as experimental mice by these crazy mages.

Never doubt the enthusiasm of an archmage for unknown knowledge!

Dick swept his gaze over the three archmages in front of him, and finally set his gaze on the piercing red dragon mage Krasus, and he gritted his teeth.

I'm sorry, Nozdormu, brother throwing you a pot, shouldn't you mind? Big deal, brothers will find a way to help you reverse the fallen future of all the bronze dragons, so you can carry this pot with peace of mind!

"Uh... Now that I've talked to this point, I won't hide it from you. In fact, I have obtained this knowledge by accident during many time travels."

Dick’s eyes were a little weird, and finally fell on Krasus, who seemed a little suspicious.

"You should understand that there are many forces in this world that can do time travel, such as the most mysterious King of Time, Your Majesty Nozdormu..."

"Om~"

Dick just mentioned the name, the last time it appeared on the coast of East Dalung Mill, it happened once. The entire room of the mage tower was shrouded in pale yellow light, except for the one of Krasus Besides, everyone else has fallen into the stillness of time.

"Little guy... dare to use my name to deceive, you are the first... but considering the things you did in Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas, this time, I will let you go for the time being... . Let’s not take this as an example!"

Nozdormu's low voice rang in Dick's ears like Huang Zhongda Lu, Dick's eyes were a little dizzy, he shook his head, and then saw Krasus's unbelievable gaze.

"You...you can actually communicate with Lord Nozdormu...it is unbelievable. Is the bronze dragon about to reappear in the world?"

Dick looked at Krasus’ trembling fingers, feeling a little embarrassed, he scratched his head and said to Krasus,

"You see, this is the case, so... let's not talk about this topic anymore, okay?"

Before Krasus spoke, Antonidas took the initiative to show a faint yellow light on his body, eliminating the power of time that Nozdormu had left in the air, and the old mage looked at Dick with great caution, and Krasus whispered a few words, and finally touched his beard.

"Very well, let's talk about the "Chill of Ebony" then."