In the far north, what is happening in the depths of the frost-shrouded Northrend continent is not well known. In fact, at this point in time, no one will pay attention to it.
Because the internal affairs and bad troubles in the Eastern Continent are enough to make all the forces involved in this whirlpool miserable.
"Oh, Crassus, my friend."
In the brightly lit Violet Hall of Dalaran, the leader of the City of Mage, the renowned human archmage Antonidas, is holding a magic tome, exploring the mysteries of magic in rare tranquility.
But when a familiar figure walked into the hall, Antonidas put down the classics he was holding on to, stood up enthusiastically, and said to the mage who walked into the hall:
"It's been such a long time. Your journey has made you miss too many things, but fortunately, everyone is safe and sound."
"I'm sorry that I wasn't here to fight alongside you when the orcs besieged Dalaran, my friends."
The person who was warmly welcomed by Antonidas was a high elf wearing a red and dark robe. He was handsome as a high elf, with long silver-gray hair spread on both sides of his shoulders and raised sword-shaped eyebrows.
Underneath, is a pair of eyes radiating silver light.
His name is Krasus, and he is one of the members of the Six-person Council of Dalaran. Unlike other archmages who like to use staffs, Krasus has a long sword similar to that used by warriors hanging on his waist.
, but that sword is surrounded by a thick magical light.
Obviously, this is a rare magic blade. The magic blade is cast by a special method. It can not only replace the staff to cast spells, but also can be used to fight enemies in hand-to-hand combat when necessary.
This kind of magic blade originally originated in Quel'Thalas. In the Sunstrider family, there is such a magic blade called Flame Strike. It is said to be a sacred object passed down from the ancient elven empire. It has been used by all generations of suns.
The king holds it as proof of his identity as the ruler of Quel'Thalas.
Considering the race of Archmage Krasus, it is very normal for him to possess a rare magic blade.
At this time, the high elf archmage looked at Antonidas with a guilty look, and he said softly:
"I also heard about the war near Dalaran in my hometown. I heard about everything those orcs did on this land. I wanted to rush back and fight alongside you, but unfortunately, my family also appeared.
There were some really bad things and I had to stay there and deal with them."
"Well, I also heard about what happened in Quel'Thalas."
Antonidas was a kind-hearted elder. He did not feel angry because Crassus did not come to help. He smiled and touched his white beard and patted his companion on the shoulder:
"The orcs also attacked your country. At that moment, you chose to fight for Quel'Thalas. We all understand that your contribution to Dalaran in the past is obvious to all, and no one will blame you for it.
.”
"No, it's not Quel'Thalas."
There was a wry smile on the corner of Archmage Crassus's mouth. His eyes were jumping, as if he was making a difficult decision. Finally, he let out a sigh of relief and said to Antonidas in front of him:
"I have something to ask the other members of the six-person council, Master Antonidas. Could you please help me summon the council members? This matter is very important. I must confess some past secrets to others."
"kindness?"
The old Archmage raised his eyebrows. From Krasus' tone, he had an ominous premonition, which made the Archmage's expression become serious.
"During your absence, the Council of Six also experienced considerable changes. The Eye of Dalaran hidden in the library was stolen, and the city of Dalaran was invaded by orcs. Our friend Drandon felt extremely guilty for this.
, he wanted to step down from his position in the six-member parliament, and we persuaded him, but it was difficult to change his decision."
"Dlandon..."
Crassus let out a long sigh, recalling the face of the old-fashioned but kind old mage, and whispered:
"He is such a person, always shouldering the responsibilities of other people. Once something bad happens, he will be condemned in his heart. He regards Dalaran as his home, and every mage as his
Our own relative... we just give up on him, Dalaran cannot just let the former hero become homeless."
"That's what I thought too."
Antonidas nodded:
"But Drandon said that he wanted to completely eliminate the troubles in Draenor for Azeroth, which is similar to Khadgar's idea. But it is a pity that Khadgar voluntarily stayed in Draenor. So far,
He has been almost never heard from."
"Khadgar? Is Medivh's apprentice?"
Crassus frowned:
"It is said that he is just like Medivh, unruly and unruly?"
"Alas, Khadgar used to be a good boy. It was our fault that we sent him to Karazhan, but you and I can't influence the thoughts of other councilors."
There was a trace of sadness in Antonidas's eyes, but he quickly changed the topic. It was obvious that the archmage did not want to say too much about Khadgar. He looked at Krasus and said with a smile:
"After our friend Archmage Kalain resigned, the council selected new members. You may feel happy, because the chosen one is your compatriot, Prince Kael'thas from Quel'Thalas.
On the night when the orcs invaded Dalaran, the fire-winged mages helped many innocent people, and he presented a batch of precious books and supplies to Dalaran. In addition, the prince's help in Dalaran
The image in Master’s mind is very good.”
"In order to strengthen our connection with Quel'Thalas, we finally decided to include Prince Kael'thas among us."
"oh?"
A strange look flashed across the face of Archmage Krasus. After a moment, he said perfunctorily: "Well, I am indeed very happy to see my "compatriots" entering the parliament... Nothing happened to the others.
A good thing, right? Ms. Modera and Ruinvivor, are they all okay?"
"Everyone else is fine."
Antonidas casually crushed a piece of communication crystal. When the magic light bloomed in his fingertips, he turned to look at Krasus:
"Modra has been busy recently repairing the teleportation array in Watchfort, which was originally managed by Khadgar... As for Ansrem, he, alas, he has been staying in Hill since the Orc War.
Sbrade Hills, guarding the orcs... He lost his apprentice in the war, and he was very sad about this."
"I have sent the message, Crassus."
Antonidas stroked his beard and looked at the high elf archmage who always seemed a little weird in front of him. He said softly:
"Members of the Council may return to Dalaran tomorrow. No matter what you want to do, no matter what you want to confess, I must tell you in advance. It is best not to cause too much trouble. There have been enough bad things within the Alliance recently.
Already."
"Otherwise, you can tell me what you want to say in advance."
The old mage chuckled and said, "It's good for me to be prepared. As you know, I'm old, so when faced with some unexpected things, I may have difficulty making a decision."
This kind reminder made Archmage Crassus hesitate. After a moment, he looked at Antonidas' sincere eyes and nodded:
"Okay, but we...may need a wider place."
"Well?"
The old mage was stunned for a moment by this request. Then, he stretched out his fingers and waved them in the air several times. With the halo of magic and the beating of complicated magic patterns, a portal opened next to the two people.
"Then go to my mage tower. There are 10 layers of space folding there. When fully unfolded, it will be about the same size as a city. Is it enough for you to reveal your secret?"
"certainly!"
Krasus stretched out his hand to adjust his robe, and followed Antonidas into the portal. Since it was only a teleportation within Dalaran, the portal took effect for a very short time, almost in the blink of an eye, Krasus
Si appeared in the mage tower of Master Antonidas.
When the two people walked into the hall of the mage tower, what they saw was a girl holding a magic book and sitting on a chair, sleeping soundly. She was wearing a blue robe and holding an open book in her hands.
, and her long golden hair is spread over her shoulders. It can be seen that even in her deep sleep, she is a very beautiful girl. There is an indescribable "nobility" all over her body. She is not ordinary at first glance.
Born in a family.
"This is my new disciple."
Master Antonidas suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He was very relaxed in his management of his apprentices and could be called a very gentle mentor. However, this master had very strict criteria for selecting apprentices. He was not a true spellcasting genius and could not be accepted.
He saw it in his eyes.
He smiled at Crassus and introduced to the sleeping girl:
"This is the little princess of Kul Tiras, the youngest daughter of His Majesty Daelin, the apple of his eye, Jaina Proudmoore, a genius of frost and space magic, but she has been a bit spoiled since she was a child. I am currently
Correct the aristocratic style of this girl that does not comply with Dalaran regulations."
"Bang"
The old mage's staff knocked on the mahogany desk, making a heavy sound, waking up the sleeping girl. She almost jumped up from the chair, holding the magic book while rubbing her eyes, looking dissatisfied at the sight of her eyes.
mentor and a high elf who looked at her curiously.
Judging from the accessories on the elf's chest, it was clear that he was also an archmage from the six-person council... No wonder his mentor was so angry. It turned out that he had embarrassed him in front of his colleagues.
"Tch, old-fashioned old man."
Jaina, the princess of Kul Tiras, bowed her head humbly and admitted her mistake, while mentally slandering her mentor, but she still had to admit her mistakes and accept her punishment. Two months after arriving in Dalaran, Jaina knew it very well.
The behavior pattern of this mage city.
These proud mages' contempt for secular royal power has reached a shocking level. To be honest, this makes the little princess who grew up in the royal family very uncomfortable. However, Dalaran is very fond of the freedom of mages.
longing for.
"I shouldn't have fallen asleep while studying magic."
Little Jaina secretly looked at her mentor's face, and she whispered: "But today, Brother Kel'Thuzad said that my understanding of magic is too simple. He asked me to understand the relationship between magic and magic conversion within two days.
They will also personally inspect my learning results, so I have to..."
As she talked, Jaina felt a little aggrieved.
Master Antonidas is the manager of Dalaran. He is very busy with daily affairs, especially during the recent chaos within the alliance. He does not have much time to teach apprentices, so he leaves Jaina's schoolwork to his own.
Another apprentice, the Archmage Kel'Thuzad, came to manage it, but Kel'Thuzad's eccentric personality, it seems now, caused some unpleasant conflicts between his two apprentices.
The Archmage sighed, reached out and touched the aggrieved little Jaina's hair, and said gently:
"Okay, after a while, I will teach you personally, but if you need to rest, you should go to your room, not in the library."
"I know I was wrong."
Jaina said aggrievedly, and the Archmage shook his head and asked his apprentice to go down to rest. Then he showed an apologetic smile to Krasus, and the two of them continued to walk forward, while Jaina, who was supposed to leave,
But he followed them secretly.
The little girl's intuition made Jaina realize that there were some secrets between her mentor and this strange archmage.
"Now you may tell your secret, Crassus."
Antonidas waved his hand to expand the space inside the mage tower. The originally narrow area quickly expanded in front of the two people, and soon formed an area the size of a small town. He looked at his friend Crassus, who sighed.
He walked to the center of the blank area and looked at Antonidas with a guilty look.
"I'm sorry, my friends, I have been lying to you all this time. I am not a high elf, but..."
"Wow"
In the beating of the flames, the light of the flames enveloped Krasus' body. The next moment, a huge monster covered with red scales appeared in an absolutely shocking way under the horrified eyes of Antonidas and the peeking little Jaina.
Appeared in the mage tower.
Krasus raised his head and looked at the two people in front of him with his yellow snake eyes. He let out a low dragon roar and said in a loud voice belonging to a giant dragon:
"My name is Cleostraz! A member of the Dragon Aspect Legion..."
"I come for the imprisoned Life-Binders, and for my Queen!"
PS:
There are two transliterations for Krasus' draconic name, Cleostraz and Korestraz. I chose the longer one. You can guess the reason~
