Thousands of years ago, the human empire of Arathor was divided into seven. With different pursuits and geographical conflicts, the seven human countries were all moving in different directions. For example, Gilneas, which lived in a corner and developed business, and Gilneas, which held the
Southern Xinjiang is the Kingdom of Storm, which has essentially broken away from traditional human civilization, and the magical city-state Dalaran, which advocates knowledge and has broken away from the secular system, is another example.
Speaking of Dalaran, we have to mention the special system of this city-state kingdom. It has no king, no fiefdom of its own, and no people of its own. This magical city was built on the shores of Lake Lordamre.
For thousands of years, it has used its own power to support the magic system of the entire human world.
At present, 90% of the mages in the human kingdom are from Dalaran. The great mages of the royal families of various countries are inextricably linked to Dalaran. This magical city shares knowledge with every talented person, and then
Use these people to influence the development of the entire human civilization.
For a long time, Dalaran has enjoyed a special status among the seven human nations. There was even a period when the confident archmages tried to secretly manipulate the politics of various countries, but this idea was rejected by Tire at the time.
Lady Aegwynn, the guardian of Sfa, was ruthlessly crushed. Especially after Aegwynn escaped from Dalaran's control with the power of the guardian, this magical city-state slipped from the top of the most powerful.
But it is undeniable that the existence of Dalaran is still extremely important to human civilization.
This city and its mages are the guardians of human knowledge and civilization.
However, in recent times, the originally bustling white city has become much quieter. There are still low-level spellcasters wearing robes and hurriedly walking on the streets, as well as mages who come from foreign countries to study and travel. But in the city
Most of the mage towers have been quietly closed.
In an era of frequent disasters in northern Xinjiang, at the request of the King's Council, Dalaran had to send magical forces to various countries to solve problems. This is also the disadvantage of magical civilization... No matter how powerful and mysterious the power of magic is
, but based on the population of the entire human world, magic is still a toy for a few people, and it is difficult for most people to use it.
According to Tyrion's theory, magic is the power of an individual. In the hands of talented people, magic will create a glorious heroic era. However, to promote the rapid development of the entire civilization, magic power cannot do it...even the most talented people with magic
Even the most powerful Quel'Thalas cannot share the glory of magic with everyone, and humans naturally cannot do it.
Engineering, although it doesn’t look as gorgeous and cool as magic! But it is a power that every mortal can master, and most importantly, engineering is very easy to promote, has quick effects, and is cheaper.
.
For example: a junior mage may need 10 farmers armed with muskets to suppress it, but it takes at least 5 years to train a junior mage, and it also requires the young man to have enough magic talent, but to produce 10 muskets and matching bullets
, and how much can it cost?
In the view of the Dark Blade King, the magical civilization of Azeroth has gone astray, taking too much initiative in the power of individuals and neglecting the power of the group. In his view, if the gorgeous but already troubled magical civilization cannot find itself,
Improved roads, sooner or later, will be buried by lower-level soldiers armed with engineering weapons produced on the assembly line.
Of course, this is one of Tyrion's goals, but it's a bit far off right now, so let's focus on more realistic things.
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"Good day, Master Krensol."
On the shores of Lake Lordamre, in a town dotted with magic supplies shops, a portal mage wearing a violet robe handed a badge to the dusty high-level mage Krensol in front of him.
Under the current situation, the process of entering Dalaran has become much more cumbersome. Even the magic officials working in Dalaran need to go through several inspections when entering and exiting the portal.
"Speaking of which, I haven't been back here for a long time. Is there anything big going on recently? Brother."
Master Krensol's eyes swept across the chest of the portal mage. He saw the name clearly, and then asked with a smile:
"Duncan? What a nice name."
"You think so too, right?"
The portal mage named Duncan said with a smile:
"I also plan to change my name. What do you think of the name "Mordenkainen"? Speaking of which, there is nothing big happening in the city, but recently the archmages have been sent out to perform tasks, so the city is not as lively as usual.
By the way, Mage Krensol, how is your mission in Quel'Thalas going?"
Facing his junior brother's inquiry, Krensol shrugged, patted the dust on his sleeves, and said with a look of disgust:
"It's terrible. Those elves are so arrogant that it makes me want to vomit. We are obviously going to help them, but it seems like we are begging them to help... I won't say any more, I have to go back and have a good sleep first, and then
Go to the six-member council to report on your work."
As he spoke, the dusty high-level mage strolled into the portal hall in front of him. However, the moment he entered the door, a piercing alarm sounded. A trace of embarrassment flashed in Master Krensol's eyes, and he looked at the people rushing in all directions.
The battle mage who came over raised his hands obediently and explained:
"Hey, I'm fine, relax, guys...Duncan! Come on, take the things out of my pockets, hell...I forgot about this."
Under the gaze of a dozen vigilant and indifferent battle mages, Duncan took out a black rune stone wrapped with unknown energy from the pocket of Master Krensol. After the rune stone was taken out, a piercing alarm sounded in the hall.
The sound stopped.
"That was a demon I accidentally captured in Quel'Thalas. I made a mistake, everyone."
Krensol, who raised his hands, explained sincerely:
"I've been away for so long that I forgot that there are procedures for detecting life forms in this portal hall. I'm sorry for causing trouble for you."
"Take a step forward!"
The leader of the battle mage, holding a sword in one hand and a staff in the other, did not easily believe the high-level mage in front of him. Under his order, Master Krensol reluctantly walked aside and stood in a corner where no one noticed.
, the light in his eyes kept shining, and finally, as if he had restrained some kind of power, his eyes became cloudy.
The leader of the battle mages held a special detection crystal and probed the high-level mage several times. After confirming that there were no accidents, he raised his arms. The fierce battle mages then put away their weapons and slowly returned.
After arriving at his post, Master Krensol breathed a sigh of relief and took a few steps forward and entered the portal hall. This time, no alarm was caused again.
A second before being teleported, Duncan, the portal mage, waved the black rune stone in his hand and shouted:
"Brother Krensol! Your rune stone is still here!"
"I gave it to you, little junior brother, use it well."
A glimmer of light flashed in Krensol's eyes, and the next moment, his body disappeared into Dalaran's teleportation halo.
A few minutes later, the freshly dressed Mage Krensol was walking on the slightly bleak streets of Dalaran. His eyes were looking around, as if it was his first time in Dalaran. Under his calm appearance,
, another soul is having some kind of secret communication with the outside world:
"I'm coming in... These mages are very smart. There are detection barriers everywhere to detect demons and other life forms. It seems that after the orcs invaded Dalaran last time, they learned a little better, but they only rely on
These things can't catch me yet."
"Stop playing, Varimathras!"
Cassanatir's voice sounded in the heart of the Dread Lord:
"Hurry up, find the control core of the Violet Barrier, and destroy it! Anub'arak and its crypt lords are waiting below Lake Lordamre. I am now in the hall of the Six-person Council. I will
I'm cooperating with you, but if you, this bastard, fail... I don't need to explain the consequences, right?"
"Copy that! Boss, wait a moment, I'll be right back."
The Dread Lord Varimathras responded. He turned and walked into a dark alley. At the moment when the shadow enveloped his body, the body of the high-ranking mage Krensol turned into a cold corpse in the painful struggle.
The demon that dominated his soul had disappeared into the air of Dalaran.
On the other side, in the six-person council hall, Grand Knight Turalyon stood by the window. He looked up and saw that the sky in Dalaran seemed to be the same. It was blue sky and white clouds, and the sun was shining in every corner of the city. But in
Under the investigation of the magic eye, a purple light curtain can be seen, covering the entire city in a semicircular manner.
This is the violet barrier designed and built by the archmages after the orcs and black dragons teamed up to invade Dalaran a few years ago. It is currently the highest masterpiece of human magical civilization. It is connected to the entire Dalaran and underground magic nodes.
At the same time, the flashing purple halo contains both detection and attack functions. Any creature that tries to forcefully pass through the magic barrier will suffer a huge amount of magic damage.
It is impossible to forcibly break through the barrier from the outside, unless the attacker is powerful enough to penetrate the underground magic node with one blow, but among the known creatures in Azeroth, there is no existence that can do this.
"High Knight Turalyon?"
After receiving the news, Archmage Antonidas hurriedly came from the Mage Tower, leaning on his staff, and looked at the knight standing in the hall in surprise. The old mage stroked his long beard and asked doubtfully:
"You should be at the Arathi battlefield now."
"No, Archmage, I just received an order from His Majesty the Emperor to bring a group of paladins back to Lordaeron from the front line to help the Silver Hand clear away the undead that are raging in Lordaeron."
Turalyon smiled at the Archmage and said:
"I came here to visit rashly because I wanted to use Dalaran's portal to disperse my knights into various cities. Because the incident happened unexpectedly, I didn't inform them in advance. This was my mistake."
As he spoke, the great knight showed the archmage the transfer order with Lothar's name on it. Antonidas took it in his hand and looked at it repeatedly. After confirming that it was correct, the old mage nodded. He looked at it with some worry.
Outside the window, he said:
"What happened in Lordaeron is very regrettable, but the way those undead appeared is not normal."
"Oh? What should I say?"
The great knight became interested and asked curiously:
"Have the mages of Dalaran discovered a way to eradicate them?"
"No, not yet."
Antonidas held the staff and led the knight down the stairs. He said slowly:
"But we discovered the weirdness of the Scourge Undead. In recent years, we have been studying the magic and combat system of the Dark Blade Undead. The Dark Blade Undead use the ancient necromancy inherited by the orcs in the world of Draenor. Of course,
They made some modifications to allow the souls of the war dead to return to their bodies and fight under the mysterious energy of death."
"But natural disasters are different. The undead awakening ritual of natural disasters seems to be carried out through a medium, a powerful physical magic medium, coupled with unimaginable huge spiritual power, to achieve the purpose of resurrecting an objective number of undead at once, so in
In our expectation, as long as we find that medium and destroy it, the undead plague in Lordaeron will be cured without any cure."
The Archmage turned back to the Grand Knight and said:
"From this aspect, natural disasters are much easier to deal with than Dark Blade."
"Well, I have to say that the research results of Dalaran's mages are refreshing every time."
Turalyon rubbed his chin, looked at the archmage's back, and suddenly asked:
"Speaking of which, you are the only archmage stationed in the entire Dalaran right now, right? The strength in this area is too sparse. Do you need me to leave some paladins to help defend it?"
"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Turalyon, but as long as the Violet Barrier remains, Dalaran will be in no danger."
Master Antony touched his beard and said to Turalyon with a smile:
"Young people like you are still fighting for the country, and I, an old man, will have to persevere for a few more years to pave the way for young people."
"Okay, if you insist."
The great knight shrugged, and under the guidance of a portal mage, he walked towards the teleportation hall. Before leaving, he said meaningfully to Antonidas:
