If there is any other place in the human kingdom that can be called a miracle, it is Dalaran. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This beautiful city located south of Lake Lordanmere combines wisdom, strength, majesty, magnificence, art and mystery, and is the most brilliant pearl of the entire Lordaeron continent. Nearly every human mage in the world once studied the arcane arts they learned from the High Elves, and the mysterious and graceful white towers that dotted the city summoned the mages of wisdom, ambition, status, and power.

In the portal hall of Violet Castle, the most splendid building in the magical city, several archmages were anxiously waiting, they were the rulers of Dalaran, the members of the Kenrito Council - Antonidas, Kael'thas Sunstrider, Crassus, Modra, Ansrem Ruinvivol, and Derlandon, these six were anxiously waiting for something.

With a burst of purple light shining on the portal in front of the six archmages, Khadgar appeared in the hall. Antonidas hurriedly asked, "Master Cadgar, what's going on?" "Although Sain has reported that all the mages sent to Alterac Castle have been killed, the sudden recovery of the portal has given Antonidas some hope.

Khadgar's reply shattered Antonidas' good wishes: "It's nothing, it's just that someone has repaired the portal with magic dust." Those mages, indeed, are dead and burned to ashes. Antonidas's face was calm, and the eyes of Archmage Modra, the only woman in the Council of Six, were even a little moist - if it weren't for the decision of the Council of Six Kenrito, these mages wouldn't have died in vain at the hands of humans.

Khadgar didn't have any sad feelings, but turned to face the High Elf mage, with pointed ears and blue eyes, Crassus said, "Archmage Crassus, you are well-informed, is there any stealth that can continue to be activated under the detection technique?" ”

Crassus stretched out his slender fingers and wiped his lips, thought for a moment and said, "Is it Master Khadgar for your detection technique?" Khadgar nodded, and Crassus said with some confusion, "As far as I know, humans or any kind of creature can't be invisible in front of a mage whose magic is as powerful as you, but ......" Khadgar asked, "But what"

Crassus hesitated for a moment, and said with some uncertainty: "I wonder if you have heard of an evil creature called Sartre?" Khadgar recalled, reading out a passage from the book: "You mean the evil monsters corrupted by the Burning Legion, 'with cracked hooves, unkempt legs of lamb, goat-like horns, razor-sharp claws, and a long lion's tail'?" ”

Crassus had to admire Khadgar's erudition, knowing that the Burning Legion was a taboo word in Dalaran, because mages were always attacking these demons hiding in the void when they studied the arcane. Crassus continued: "That's the kind of thing. When they are cursed by Corruption, they will have an innate invisibility ability that is so powerful that detection cannot find them. Master Khadgar, have you encountered such an enemy? ”

Khadgar shook his head and said, "Of course not. If such an enemy attacks me, how can I come back alive? I only saw a similar scene in the book that I had such doubts. Without much explanation, he turned and walked towards the library of Violet Castle. But a thought flashed through my mind - Arthas, is it really the servant of the devil by your side, Sartre?

Khadgar did not know that Arthas was beside Frost Sorrow, who was a hundred times more noble and a hundred times more beautiful than Sartre, and Frost Sorrow did not notice that Khadgar had discovered her own aura, and she was now running merrily among the snow-capped cols of the Alterac Valley, turning her head from time to time and shouting to Arthas behind her, "Master, hurry up! ”

Alsace did not have guards and did not wear too thick clothes, and although the valley of Alterac was covered with snow all year round, the temperature here did not seem to be low, and even a little warm. Answering a little cry of Frost, Arthas quickened his pace, and soon caught up with Frost's Sorrow, who was crouching on the snow, not knowing what he was looking at.

Arthas walked over to Frostmourn and found his little magic sword staring intently at the snow, crouched down to join her, and asked with a smile, "After so long in Northrend, haven't you gotten tired of the snow?" Frost Sorrow turned her head and said seriously, "I don't get tired of it at all, but I like it very much." As soon as I saw the snow, I thought of the days when the owner was with me. ”

Looking at the little magic sword's serious expression, Arthas was a little moved - when everyone parted ways with him, only Frost Grief accompanied him. Although it is his own fault first, but in this world, only the sorrow of frost will support him unconditionally. Arthas thought to himself, his tone much softer, and said to Frost's Sorrow, "What are you looking at? ”

Frost smiled mischievously, pointed to a clump of grass on the ground with his hand, and said, "I didn't expect there to be flowers here!" "Flowers? Arthas looked down Frost's sad fingertips, and saw that there were indeed a few small pale yellow flowers in the middle of the mess, swaying against the howling mountain wind.

Alsace recalled, affirmatively, "This is the ice thorn grass, which grows only on the peaks of the Alterac Mountains. Alchemists can use it to refine the Oil of Ice, which attaches to weapons and slows down slashed enemies. Suddenly, Arthas thought of something, picked a small flower, and wanted to pin Frost Sorrow in his hair, while saying, "This Chinese herbal attribute is cold, and it should be a good match for you." ”

Frost Sorrow quickly closed his eyes, held his breath, and waited quietly for his master to bring him flowers, as if he was afraid that if he moved, he would scare Arthas away. However, Arthas tried hard for a long time, but there was no way to put the flower on Frost Sorrow's head - the cute little magic sword, her hair was so smooth and supple that it fell out naturally, and did not give the little flower any chance to attach to it at all. Frost Sorrow found this, thought about it, took the little yellow flower from the somewhat embarrassed Arthas, and pressed it on the hem of his skirt, only to see the blue light flash, and the originally ice-blue long skirt turned into a flower skirt embroidered with small yellow flowers. Frost Sorrow stood up, spun around in place, showed his graceful and seductive posture, and said with a smile: "Master, is it good-looking?" ”