The hazy beauty of dusk had faded, and as night fell, Luo Ning walked tiredly on the streets of Lordaeron.
The night in Lordaeron was not a beautiful one. The shops on the streets had closed early, and only one hotel still had its lights on.
A drunken dwarf was leaning against the door, his beard covered with stains.
It was necessary to find a hotel to rest. Luo Ning touched his waist and found that his wallet was still there.
Walking into the hotel warily, the noisy atmosphere in the store suddenly disappeared, and the adventurers quietly looked at the Dalaran mage.
It is not common for a noble mage to appear in an inconspicuous hotel on the street. They are often guests of nobles.
Unless the mage is notorious.
Luo Ning felt the burning gaze, wrapped himself in a cloak to make himself less conspicuous, and whispered to the hotel proprietress.
"I need a house, the cheapest one."
There is not much savings left, Luo Ning must use it sparingly.
The hotel proprietress, who still retains her charm, looked at Luo Ning with a charming look and a smile.
Young Luo Ning has attractive red hair, a strong figure, and good facial features. His strong bookish air adds a bit of charm to him. His well-tailored robe is already worn, but it does not affect the aristocratic etiquette in his gestures.
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The landlady handed over a key, twisted her waist, and said with a frivolous look: "The best room is free."
"It's free, how can that be done?" Luo Ning was so embarrassed that he didn't know whether to take the key or not.
The hotel proprietress leaned forward, the pungent smell of perfume rushed into Luoning's nose, and she whispered into his ear:
"I heard that mages have special ways of playing... I will go find you later and bring you half a roasted leg of lamb and a jug of good wine."
"Leg of lamb?" Luo Ning swallowed. He hadn't tasted meat for a long time. As for the "play", he didn't care. Isn't life just a transaction?
The surrounding adventurers looked enviously, but unexpectedly, a rich voice came:
"The mage from Dalaran, I'd like to buy you a drink."
The hotel proprietress bit her lip angrily and muttered dissatisfiedly: "The duck that caught your mouth just flew away."
Luo Ning followed the sound and saw a tall middle-aged man sitting by the window. He was wearing a gorgeous double-breasted robe, short black hair, clean shaven, a thin face, and sharp eyes.
Eagle has a distinguished and noble temperament that is incompatible with the adventurers in the hotel.
There was a lot of space around the middle-aged man, and the adventurers would rather squeeze together than get close to him.
Luo Ning's eyes lit up. The middle-aged man was obviously a nobleman, a nobleman who needed to be fawned over.
When he came to Lordaeron this time, Luo Ning's purpose was to find a position. He didn't want to be a court mage. He was content to be a magic teacher in a noble family.
Walking over quickly, Luo Ning hurriedly introduced himself: "Dalaran mage, Luo Ning, studied under Korestraz."
Korestraz is another name of the dragon mage Crassus. In fact, Ronin is only a nominal disciple and has never been taught by Crassus.
The middle-aged man said politely: "Daval Presto, I'm from Auckland."
A completely unfamiliar surname. Luo Ning had not yet integrated into the upper class society of Lordaeron. He didn't know what to say and smiled awkwardly.
Presto showed a smile: "I can see that you have encountered some troubles. I know some people in Lordaeron who may be able to help you. Of course, I hope there will be no problem with your conduct. Young people do
It doesn’t matter if you do something wrong, just remember not to violate your principles.”
Luoning felt that the Presto in front of him was nobler than any other prince. His elegant temperament made him lose his vigilance and he wanted to express his feelings.
"I did violate the principles of Dalaran and made Archmage Antonidas unhappy. That was two years ago..."
Two years ago, that was the eighth year since the Dark Portal, that night, Luo Ning and five good friends got drunk in a pub.
They are all nominal disciples of Dalaran, little people who can give up at any time.
Perhaps the wine that night was too good, or perhaps the girl was too enthusiastic. When Luo Ning and others came out of the tavern, they did not notice that the streets were quiet, and the magic puppets that usually patrolled were nowhere to be seen.
Later, Luo Ning saw a group of orcs. The orc leader was wearing a hood and a red and black mail armor.
"The orcs escaped from the shelter?"
Luo Ning instinctively thought so, but then the nauseating stench came, making him give up this idea.
"The stench of the undead should be a mage studying forbidden magic, and the test subjects escaped. It's strange, why didn't Dalaran sound the alarm?"
The orcs were also stunned when they saw Luo Ning. After a brief hesitation, Luo Ning began to cast spells. This was almost a habit of his body. Many people said that Luo Ning's spellcasting was faster than his brain's reaction, and he could always do something.
The right choice, Luo Ning used the Holy Word spell.
The Holy Word spell has strong lethality against undead creatures, but if the opponent is too strong, there is a high chance of being resisted.
It must be said that Luo Ning was very lucky. The Holy Word spell worked and the flames started to burn from the rotten orc's chest and could not be extinguished.
The leader orc struggled, screamed in pain, and kept pleading, and the orcs also backed away in fear.
As the orc's turban fell to the ground, revealing his face, Luo Ning and others were so frightened that they could not make a sound.
What a distorted face it was, with the skin showing an abnormal dark green color, disgusting green secretions flowing from the cheeks, and the eyes were blood red and full of viciousness.
Luo Ning has seen many undead creatures, but never such a terrifying one.
"You, who are you, what are you?" Luo Ning couldn't help but take a few steps back and asked with a slightly trembling voice.
"I am Tyrone. Blood Demon, please, save me, don't let me die here."
At that time, Luo Ning was just an ordinary mage. He didn't know what the name meant. When he was confused, a majestic voice sounded in his ears.
"Idiot, filthy garbage, useless trash, I still haven't released your Holy Word spell."
This voice is very familiar. The Great Magister Antonidas has stood on a high platform and lectured in public many times. The topics were mostly kindness, fighting against evil, struggle, etc.
Luo Ning did not dare to disobey the order, and hurriedly tried to remove the Holy Word spell, but because he was too nervous, he failed to cast the spell several times.
Probably Antonidas was impatient, a purple ball of light fell slowly, and then exploded.
Great decomposition.
It can dispel magic such as Holy Word, but if the strength is not enough, the body will turn into powder.
At the critical moment, Luo Ning flashed out of the area covered by magic. Unfortunately, his five companions were not so lucky and fell to the ground and turned into powder.
Later, Luo Ning found out that that night, Tyrone Blood Demon divided his forces to search for the mysterious treasure room in Dalaran, and happened to meet a drunk Luo Ning and others.
Naturally, Luo Ning took the blame for the death of the five companions, saying it was due to the reckless use of magic.
Even Luo Ning himself did not dare to deny that the situation in Dalaran was getting more and more difficult.
After recounting the past, Luo Ning smiled bitterly and said, "I just want to leave Dalaran and leave this sad place."