After all, the catastrophe of the Yongge Forest is a very distant thing. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info For Alsace in Dalaran, these distant things are not as important as the lessons in front of them.

In fulfillment of Arthas's request, Dalaran provided him with a super-luxurious teacher, the Archmage Antonidas. It happened to be similar to Arthas's first life experience, but like the meeting with Kael'thas, the timing was much earlier.

Compared with the old man who most of the memory coped with things, Antonidas, who is also bald now, is full of responsibility, not only came to Arthas's residence that night to block the door, but also arranged a cramming course for him afterwards, and most of them have nothing to do with arcane.

Of course, this is not that the old man wants to crowd out Arthas, as it has been said before that Dalaran is the capital of human wisdom, but the brilliance of the arcane law overshadows the rest. As the only Eternal City that has never been destroyed by war, natural or man-made disasters since the beginning of Soladin the Great, it is home to countless precious texts that have been impossible to find in the Seven Kingdoms, as well as the light of wisdom that has been passed down.

In order to make Alsace's trip to Dalaran worthwhile, Antonidas took a hard time. This undoubtedly moved Arthas, but he couldn't laugh or cry. After all, he knew that he was not here to be a pedant, but to obtain a theoretical basis for exploring the astral plane, but in the face of this cramming teaching, let alone reading books, even the priest head child he just met had no time to contact.

Of course, the question about the priest's head child did not last long, for the day after the cramming began, Arthas received a letter from the other party, in which he expressed sympathy for Arthas's current plight, and also informed him that he was also working on a new topic on the application of the Light that day, so he did not need to go to him until he got the results.

It's a happy situation, isn't it?

Arthas said he would love to punch the man who said that.

No matter what, the days passed, in front of Antonidas's super cramming teaching, even if there were countless practical experiences, but the Alsace classmates who were basically weak in theoretical knowledge had no time to sigh anything, and the so-called learning days were the most fulfilling, just under the torture of continuous courses, papers, and reports, the 6 years of the Black Gate passed quietly, and the war between the Alliance and the Horde also entered a new stage.

The High Elves announce their joining the Alliance.

The Doomhammer's military campaign against the Forest of Eternal Song in order to win over the forest trolls angered the elves, and the aid of the Alliance forces led by Tulayan finally reminded them of their comradeship in the Troll War. At the behest of Aurelia, the High Elves finally abandoned their former isolationism and declared war on the Horde.

As a cascading effect, Dalaran, who is closely related to the High Elves, has finally escaped the anxious status quo caused by Medivan's betrayal, and the addition of magical power has reversed the situation on the battlefield in an instant, and without the impact of Alterac's betrayal, humanity now has more powerful power. So much so that even though the genius-like tactics of the Hammer of Doom almost crushed the elves and Stratholme, it only ended in the dilemma of being surrounded on all sides by the Alliance forces.

According to the latest information, the army led by Orgrim has retreated to the vicinity of Andohar, but probably because of the increase in the density of the troops, several attacks by the alliance have been in vain. In front of the orcs who drank the blood of demons, the combat power of the alliance soldiers is much less than that of opponents, and recently the issue of the alliance bosses has changed from how to defeat the tribe to how to crack the perverted combat power of the orcs.

Arthas, of course, knows how to crack it: just wait. Demon blood is not a permanent thing, once the statute of limitations expires, all orcs will become addicts, and when the time comes, it will be like eating, and the simple cannot be simpler. However, the alliance can't wait now, and can't afford to wait, a large area of Lordaeron needs to be rebuilt, Fort Torrent, the people of Azeroth are waiting to be fed, and the patience of the elves is also limited, all in all, everything must be pursued for a quick victory, only in this way can the current alliance of the seven nations be happy.

"Maybe Andorhar is about to become the place where the Hammer of Doom died?"

Looking at the map marked according to the news from the front line in his residence, Arthas looked at the tribe surrounded by groups, and he still felt a sense of accomplishment.

Although he didn't really kill any celebrities, nor did he really kill all sides on the battlefield, just breaking Altrank's rebellion and the orc's invasion of Stratholm was enough to turn the Second War upside down. It's a pity that no one knows what "history" is like, otherwise it's really worth bragging about a lifetime of exploits.

However, looking at the map in front of him, Arthas always felt as if he had forgotten something, it stands to reason that at this point, the goal of reducing the losses of the alliance has been basically achieved, but why is there still a faint uneasiness in his heart, as if tomorrow's report has not yet been written......

"Boom !!!!!!!!"

A deafening explosion rang out, and even indoors, the loud tremors turned Arthas into a rolling hoist. Before he had time to think, Arthas left the house as fast as he could, and then in the next moment, he only felt a burst of heat in the back of his head, and when he turned to look, the egg house he was in just now had turned into ashes in the flames.

It wasn't just the Alsace house that was destroyed, the entire White Tower district...... No, the whole of Dalaran seemed to be burning at the moment, as if it had fallen into hell out of thin air, and the tongues of fire licked every corner of this eternal city wantonly, while the well-mannered mages of the past struggled and roared in the flames, but there was no way to change the status quo.

Because the enemy who came to attack was a dragon.

“…… Damn, I forgot about this! ”

A red dragon manipulated by orcs! These forces, which had not appeared since the orcs landed, appeared again at this time, and their first target was Dalaran.

"What are you doing! Don't be in a daze, get out of here quickly! ”

While Arthas was in a daze, he suddenly felt a man catch him, and began to run wildly down the narrow road of Dalaran. Along the way, the dragon's flames exploded all around, as if they could blast the two into the sky at any moment, but the mage was always able to unleash the right amount of magic at the first moment to block or cancel out the damage.

"Wait a minute, I still have a friend and I'm worried about him!"

Seeing that the two of them were gradually leaving the area of the White Tower, where the dragons were concentrated on attacking, Arthas suddenly thought of the priest head on the other side of the Red Tower, so he began to beg the sudden mage to take him to see it.

"That's too dangerous, Ambassador, your safety is the number one priority over that."

"You're a very powerful mage, and we'll be fine as long as the dragon doesn't have its eye on you, but my friend is the opposite," Arthas exclaimed, "and he's a very important person, you know what I mean!" ”

"You're saying it's the child of some alliance boss?" The mage hesitated when he heard this, "Okay, although I guess you basically said this to deceive me, but ...... Where is he? ”

"Hongta District, Building B under Hongta!"

"Building B? There...... Alright," the mage picked up Arthas in one hand and slung it on his shoulder, "the next step could be dangerous, you can also use Holy Light spells yourself, right?" Remember to protect yourself at critical moments. ”

"Understand...... But how are you, ahh

With Arthas's voice of a changed voice, the mage sprang out with agility that was absolutely inappropriate for his status as a mage, so much so that Arthas felt as if the wind was blowing in his face, and there was even a hint of suffocation in the middle of it.

"This can't be Luo Ning, right?"

Arthas, who had never seen Ronin in his memory, couldn't help but have a little doubt because of this superman's outstretched hand, after all, from various sources, Ronin is the kind of magic swordmaster level character whose warrior level is probably higher than that of a mage, and it is similar to Sal, a plate armor shaman, who is a character with strange roots and unique bones.

However, looking at the gray hair of the viewer, Arthas denied his idea just now, first of all, Ronin is red-haired, and secondly, at this point in time, Ronin is still a young man, not to mention whether he will meet that elf girl in the next few days, at least there should not be this kind of gray hair that only middle-aged people have.

"No, now is not the time to think about this......"

Carried by the middle-aged mage playing with Assassin's Creed, Arthas watched the scenery fly by on both sides, and the anxiety in his heart grew as time passed.

Now these red dragons are completely slaves and war machines of the Dragonthroat Clan, and they don't cherish the fruits of civilization in this world as much as the Guardians. Under the burning of jade, even if it is really the elect favored by the Holy Light, I am afraid that they will not be able to escape this fatal calamity.

"Don't let anything happen!" Arthas prayed to the Light in his heart, "O Light, if you really have the power to discipline me, then protect those you love." ”

"It's here!"

Just when Arthas was asking for help in his heart, the mage's words entered Arthas's ears like fairy music, and suddenly jumped off the mage's shoulder, Arthas looked at the house in front of him that was still intact, and for some reason his eyes suddenly became hot, and he almost cried.

"It's still too late, it's still too late!"

He ran towards the house and shouted, "Priest, come out quickly, this house is not safe......"

The world in front of him suddenly turned a dazzling white, the bright light took away Arthas's sight in an instant, and the next loud noise robbed him of his hearing, and the child's body lost its grasp of the world at the first moment, and Arthas had no way of knowing anything except that it seemed that someone was shaking him and that something was surrounding him.

But reason outside the feeling told him.

This time, just outside Stratholme, in front of Frost Sorrow.

He didn't have time to save everything he wanted to protect.