nashuaworldcup Chapter 215 5 Walking
Chapter 215 5 Walking
Sometimes the world is very strange...
A city is engulfed in war; enemies are everywhere, both in the sky and on the ground, and guests are everywhere inside and outside the city.
Some people, however, seemed detached from the situation, as if they didn't care about anything.
Some people, however, went to great lengths to prevent others from encroaching on their homes.
Everyone had different thoughts and unclear motives.
Dalaran, which initially aspired to a position of superiority, will likely only see this farce and conflict temporarily brought to a close with the intervention of its city lord, Rhonin. Everyone is anxiously awaiting the resolution, and in those few short minutes, countless lives have been lost...
The lives of mortals are worthless in the eyes of great men. The cold-blooded queen watched her Forsaken soldiers die in battle, her eyes showing no emotion.
For the Forsaken, death in battle is liberation, and the Dark Queen awaits that day...
The poor ones are the defense mages on the Dalaran side; these mages with flesh and blood seem to have experienced another Scourge invasion.
The army of the dead has descended upon Dalaran.
Last time, the defensive barrier that Dalaran set up by the lake was breached by the Lich King Arthas, and more than half of the robed mages in the city perished. Only the Kirin Tor elites, who possessed teleportation magic and defensive spells, survived.
When the demon lord Archimonde descended, his quasi-god-level destructive spells showed mortal mages the power of magic beyond the super-rank level.
The demon lord crushed the tallest mage tower in Dalaran with a single hand in an instant.
The entire city was reduced to ruins...
The surviving mages were left with a lasting impression, having witnessed the power of demons.
They also witnessed the original masters of magic: demonic magic is true magic... The night elves defined magic as evil a thousand years ago. Illidan's imprisonment was not only due to his study of demonic magic, but also because his brothers, the archdruids Malfurion and Stormrage, and the priestess Tyrande of the moon, believed that elves touching magic would bring disaster to the elven race and the world.
Ten thousand years ago, Queen Azshara of the Highborne had already attracted demons by touching the magic of the Well of Eternity without permission.
The collapsing world opened a spatial rift, allowing demons to find a point of convergence.
Elune, the moon goddess, often sends out oracles. The power of demons represents the source of destruction and chaos, and the night elves believe that magic is food that attracts demons.
Even the nature magic taught by the demigod Cenarion Circle would be used with caution by them...
Forest druids listen to the voices of animal spirits, seeking a certain balance.
Magic has been given boundaries...
However, the exiled Highborne elves did not give up. Even though they were banished to the Eastern Kingdoms, they still used one of the wells of eternity, which Illidan had kept hidden, to create the Sunwell and continue their pursuit of magical power.
They are the descendants of the Sun King's family in Silvermoon City today... They not only practiced magic themselves, but also taught magic to humans. The power of magic has been passed down to this day through one hundred magic apprentices, and the birth of Dalaran is inextricably linked to Silvermoon City...
Until Dalaran became the gateway to all worlds... the magical capital, the sky city.
Today, Dalaran suddenly said he's quitting... and wants to leave.
Even if there are truly thorny reasons, none of the parties will let this Sky City go.
Not only are the Alliance and Horde wary of mages' power, but even in the secular world, mortals yearn to become mages who wield magical power, are respected, free, and live long lives...
Dalaran cannot disappear either; it is a sacred place for every mage.
If it is defiled, seized, or polluted...
Not only the Kirin Tor Council disagreed... but every other mage outside the council also disagreed. Including our little Lorin and his teacher, who now holds control of the body... and Comrade Lorin, eager to find Queen Sylvanas...
Purple Dalaran is an independent mage kingdom.
The citizens of Dalaran are proud of it.
Little Lorraine's dream was to become a citizen of Dalaran with dignity...
Because his teacher, Rolin, had not experienced what happened after the Burning Crusade, Dalaran was also a goal that filled him with curiosity and longing.
Today, he suddenly had a bout of saintly innocence, unable to bear personally destroying this legendary sky city that the sorcerer had painstakingly created.
Time was of the essence. The battle for Dalaran had been raging for almost three days, stretching from the ground to the sky, from overhead to the surface, from the sewers to the center of Ruin Square... Roland still hadn't seen the Queen...
Strange, didn't "Chrysanthemum Tea" say that the Forsaken had already stormed into Dalaran to rescue them?
Where did the Queen go?
Rowling's time is running out...
Since obtaining the Kirin Tor emblem and the Guardian's Staff, he has been wreaking havoc in the plaza... with less than three minutes left before he can transform.
From the Sunreavers' Temple Bank, he fought his way to the opposite Argent Covenant territory... passing the Violet Gate and the Dalaran Visitor Center, crossing Ruin Square, and returning to the spot where he appeared—below the Anton Danis Monument...
The well beside him was the escape route chosen by Rolin. He vaguely remembered that the magical well outside the commercial street seemed to have a secret passage leading directly to the Dalaran sewers...
If the transformation ends and the Queen or the portal is not found, Roland must choose to escape through the small waterway.
The second task, rescuing people, was essentially completed.
Although they didn't bring back that ancient god, Merlin & Winterwind... don't seem to be imprisoned in Dalaran. On the contrary, they seem to be voluntarily living in seclusion in a secret room in Dalaran.
He claimed to be one of the hundred magic apprentices in Dalaran back in the day...
Dalaran has been around for over a thousand years; that guy seems to outlive the elves...
He claimed to be the first human necromancer or undead mage, appearing as a withered old man, neither human nor ghost, yet possessing boundless magical power... He founded the Council of Tirisfal...
If the founder agrees that he can become a full member of the Tirisfal Council, then Ms. Aegwynn probably won't have any objections either, right?
Ms. Aegwynn believed that the old Council of Tirisfal had died out, but in reality, the founders were still alive, so it couldn't be considered a new Council of Tirisfal; it could only be said that a new batch of members had been recruited.
And he himself was a new member of the Council of Tirisfal, a necromancer member unlike any he had ever seen before...
"Wait, that's not right. Merlin said he was the first necromancer... I don't count."
“Yes, teacher. Master Merlin said that he has lived for countless years... He was the original Forsaken... the forerunner of Dalaran, one of the true guardians of the Kirin Tor.”
Rowling shook his head. "Then I—no, then you're the second one too..."
"The second one isn't either... Lady Aegwynn is now a Forsaken..."
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"The third one?"
"We've just been officially appointed, and we don't even know who's in the Tirisfal Council yet..."
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"Why are you such a spoilsport! Anyway, we've completed our mission, let's go back and collect our rewards. I'm exhausted these past few days. We didn't get to see the Queen, but we'll see her another time... Let's go. I feel like some force is pulling me back..."
"Hehe, teacher, haven't you had enough yet? How can you be tired? Haven't I been fighting the whole time?"
Rowling swung his staff, like a golfer, and knocked away a charging Dalaran shield guard... He twisted his neck and sighed, "This time it just doesn't feel right! You can even trade barbs with Jaina, while I'm stuck with the crawler at point A and playing the hammer mage. This isn't fair!"
Teacher Rowling shouted fiercely:
"No way! We'll switch again tomorrow when the cooldown is over, and then switch every day from now on... Anyway, the cooldown for the Mirror of Truth is one day."
The apprentice, Lorraine, was speechless...
Inside her own body, she pouted and nodded...
It's the default.
Unbeknownst to the master and apprentice, while they were engrossed in their own internal monologue, Khadgar had been watching them for a long time from his high perch atop Violet Citadel. Not far away, the Alliance emissaries Katarina & Priest and the Horde's troll witch doctor Khalifa both noticed him simultaneously.
Moreover, powerful figures from all sides, as well as tourists from Dalaran, all stopped fighting...
High in the sky, on the deck of an airship, inside a mage tower...
Everyone saw the strange figure of the human mage with short black hair and yellow skin. As the magical filter of the Dalaran All-Seeing Eye focused on the staff in his hand and the Kirin Tor mark he wore...
Everyone exclaimed in surprise, "Medivh's Staff? The legendary staff of Atiesh & the Guardians! The Kirin Tor once offered a bounty of 500,000 gold for its whereabouts, and even a fragment would earn 8,000 gold in Dalaran..."
"The Kirin Tor's original emblem! It's the mark of the legendary hundred mage apprentices who came before us..."
"Wait, look, he also has the One Ring in his hand! The One Ring!"
"is it?"
"There's no mistake...it really is..."
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