My mentor, your students salute you across the endless sea in the ancient and primitive Kalimdor!
I accepted a mission from the Council and the Kirin Tor to track down the former Guardian Lady. But I failed. I found her, but I couldn't get her to return to Dalaran.
Ms. Guardian is indeed as you said, the best mage in the history of Dalaran. I was not convinced, but meeting her made me understand that there is Quel'Thalas outside Dalaran, Quel'Thalas
And there’s Tirisfal!
I'm injured.
I found some friends here who are willing to help me. I heal here.
My professor.
You don't need to worry, my injuries have healed. If Ms. Aegwynn arrives in Dalaran, you don't need to question her.
The Lady Guardian has shown mercy to me, but she is just like what is said in the Kirin Tor and Tirisfal: extreme, stubborn, self-centered, and at the same time powerful and unrivaled...
Please don't believe what she says. If the Kirin Tor and the Council have any questions, you can ask me through a letter, or wait until I return to Dalaran and report to the Council and your mentor.
My professor.
I am in the south of Kalimdor, which has a completely different ecology than Azeroth. There are many magical magical creatures, and the types and quantities of herbs are many times more prosperous than in Azeroth.
This is the alchemist's treasury.
My alchemy is far inferior to that of Brother Cthuzad. My mentor, I want to take my alchemy a step further here by collecting and understanding more magical herbs.
At the same time, I discovered many interesting archaeological ruins here, which can give Dalaran a deeper understanding of the civilizations and races that once existed on this continent.
I was taught archeology by you personally, and I believe I can find out the past owners of these ruins. Of course, if I don’t understand something, I hope you can guide me through letters.
Hmm... My mentor, please forgive the verbosity of a woman. Even though I am a mage, and you said that mage should speak simply and directly, I still cannot avoid my nature.
Mentor, what have I said? Oh, tasks, Ms. Aegwynn, alchemy, archeology... Well, my mentor, I am also going to see the legendary Uldum.
The books of Dalaran record that Uldum is a magical place. It is a miracle built by the legendary Titans. I think there will be many secrets here, and I want to explore it.
About Uldum.
Mentor, you once said that Dalaran's records about Uldum come from the ancient books of the court of Quel'Thalas. The history of the elves is much longer than ours.
There is a legend of Uldum in Sunstrider Court, and I believe Uldum is real.
I want to explore it.
My professor.
Please allow my request.
Sincerely, your students.
Modera.
…
Night falls.
Modera was in her house in the core area of Zutona, sitting by the window on a table and chair specially made for her body type.
this afternoon.
After the Aeolian pterosaur was so exhausted that it almost died, Tonatiu and Modera rode it for one night and two-thirds of the day, and returned to Zutona.
As soon as Tonatius returned to Zutona, he went to the city hall anxiously, but Modera did not follow him.
She went back to her room and slept well for a while. In the evening Tonatiu ate with her. After dinner, she drove Tonatiu away, leaving her in the room to write.
letter.
She was writing with a quill made of the colorful feathers of a velociraptor that Tonatiu had given her.
She racked her brains and wrote letters on the special magic white paper...
"Well……"
"It's the 8th time..."
"It seems like this should be the best letter. It will not expose Tonatiu, prevent Ms. Aegwin from succeeding, and it can also explain the reason why I stay here."
"Why……"
Modera scratched her long, shiny black hair with a colorful quill. She had never lied, and it was the first time she wrote a letter to deceive her most beloved mentor, which made her feel guilty.
But she knew that Tonatiu would never want Zutona and his special physique to be exposed to Dalaran.
Even across the endless sea, it is actually difficult for mages from different continents to influence this place.
In fact.
She also has some selfish motives of her own.
She is already an archmage and wants to continue on the arcane path, and there are very few paths.
Many Dalaran mages choose to stay in Dalaran to study spells and rules after becoming archmages.
This is the choice of most great mages.
There are a relatively small number of archmages. After becoming archmages, they choose to leave Dalaran and go to various human kingdoms to become respected spellcasters.
This often attracts the kings of their kingdoms. For example, His Majesty the King of Lordaeron just boarded the plane and said generously: "Archmages who are willing to serve Lordaeron will automatically obtain the status of Lordaeron's nobles!"
Great magic power, fame, glory and wealth are also the choices of some Dalaran mages.
There is another group of Dalaran mages who believe that instead of staying in Dalaran studying spells, it is better to go out of Dalaran, contact other spellcasters, explore the ruins where magic and civilization may exist, and learn to touch from these places.
Knowledge not available in Dalaran.
Apart from humans creating and researching them themselves and finding ways to obtain them from Quel'Thalas, the biggest way to obtain many of Dalaran's spells, materials, and classics is through exploring the ruins.
There is quite a feeling that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles.
There is another large force, and they are working hard to get closer to Quel'Thalas, hoping to draw nutrients from the brilliant Quel'dorei magical civilization.
The path Modera chose for herself was the path chosen by the action faction. From very early on, she thought about exploring the ruins and developing the sunflower treasures passed down by the ancient civilization.
The path Modera originally planned for herself was to go north to Lordaeron after solving Aegwynn's problem to see if she could visit Quel'Thalas.
Then pass through the port of Quel'Thalas and head to the frozen continent in the north. There are many ancient ruins there. It is said in the human kingdom that the ancestors of mankind first moved south from there.
Unexpectedly, everything she planned was interrupted in Un'Goro Crater. She met Tonatiu and saw Zutona.
For the selfish reasons of Tonatiu and me, I even started to deceive my beloved mentor...
Modera.
This is very inappropriate.
There is no mentor.
But there is no you now.
You cannot deceive the instructor! You should explain all these to the instructor and let him understand your situation.
But I told the tutor that maybe Tonatiu would be in danger. I couldn't let my friend be in danger.
What a dilemma.
Modera was thinking this.
suddenly.
Bang bang bang!
Several rapid knocks on the door sounded, and Tonatiu's voice sounded outside the door: "Hey! Modera, don't you want to touch Luru? He is asleep, do you want to come over?!"
Modera, who was making a difficult decision, her eyes lit up when she heard this. She stood up, gritted her teeth, and poked the magic letter paper with her slender fingers.
The white magic letter paper burned silently, but the burning flames did not affect the wooden table.
That was the flame of magic. The magic letter had been sent back to Dalaran through a special magic trajectory, and automatically appeared in the Kirin Tor Speaker's mage tower.
Wait until the letter paper is burned.
Modera tidied herself up in her pajamas, and shouted to Tonatiu outside the door: "Come on, come on!"
open the door.
The tall troll stood there and smiled at her. His face that looked more and more beautiful made her blush a little.
Tonatiu directly stretched out his hand to hold her, and said without looking back, "The little one finally fell asleep. Let's go, it's in my room."
"Hmm!" Modera was a little excited. The girl's body, wearing only a thin nightgown, was trembling with excitement in the cool night breeze of Un'Goro Crater.
"Will it be angry if it finds out?"
"I'll be angry when I'm angry. I want to grab it and touch it for you, but it's not because you don't want to."
"Well... we can't go against its original intention after all. Lulu is so cute."
"Cute... I think you are cuter. Lulu is actually ugly!"
"..."
Tonatiu said something that Modera was embarrassed to say. She blushed and was taken into his room by Tonatiu.
This isn't the first time Modera has come in.
But this is the first time she has come in at night.
"Where is it? Where is Lulu?" Modera's hand was held by Tonatiu. She opened her beautiful eyes wide and looked for the little Nergigante in the darkness, but she didn't see it sleeping.
Look.
Instead, a squeaking sound came from behind...
That was the sound of the door being closed.
Modera didn't think much about it.
She's still looking for baby Nergigante.
But before she had taken two steps, she suddenly felt a strong force coming towards her, and it was Tonatiu who picked her up in the dark.
Leaning against the troll's broad chest, her voice was trembling:
"You...you, what are you going to do? Tonatiu?!"
"Modra, I think you are so cute!"
"Tonatiu... don't... ha... uh... uh..."
Modera was speechless.
Outside the window was the sound of the cool night breeze blowing through the eaves of Un'Goro Crater.
