The Guardian is upset.

She was in a bad mood.

The council guys haunt her for decades over the matter of heirs.

In recent years, it has gone even further, and they have even begun to block her.

There were a dozen or so archmages who were in high positions in Dalaran or Quel'Thalas, and she was thrown to the lake because of this; Or she turned into a frog and threw it into a snake's nest; Or she turns into a lizard and teleports to a snowy mountain.

For almost a year, they have gone even further.

They actually found Karazan and blocked the door all day to annoy her. Fortunately, they knew her temper and energy, and they didn't dare to go too far, and they didn't dare to really go into Karazhan.

There was a group of clowns at the door all day long, and they couldn't really punish them with a dead hand.

In desperation, she had no choice but to lock Karazan and hide her tracks and leave the south.

Believing that the most dangerous place is the safest place, the Guardian Lady decides to take refuge near Dalaran.

Because she hadn't traveled to the world for a long time, she didn't directly use spells to descend on Dalaran, but chose to travel through the past slowly.

Along the way, the Lady of the Guardian passes through the realms of dwarves and gnomes, past the largest dam in Azeroth and the largest swamp in the Eastern Continent, past the original capital and highlands of humanity, and finally to the Hillsbrad Hills.

After entering the hilly area where humans are densely populated, the Guardian Lady does not want to expose herself, so she no longer continues to walk on the ground.

She summoned out her exquisite magic carpet and flew through the sky. I plan to find a suitable time, preferably at night, and enter Dalaran for a stroll.

Of course, if you want to do this, you have to hide your identity and appearance.

It's simple for her.

It's just a phantom magic.

At the level of Dalaran's gang, no one would recognize her unless she wanted to expose herself.

On a sunny afternoon, Magna Egwene sat on her magic carpet.

She looked down at the human towns and villages below, admiring the abundant wheat harvest on the fertile land, and in the foreground on her right was the majestic and majestic valley of Alterac.

"A world that is not disturbed by demons is a beautiful world." She thought to heartedness.

Right now.

A hot breath came at her from below.

The low-level energy attack that was so lame that Egwen was speechless made her helplessly hold her fair-skinned and delicate forehead.

"The lackeys sent by the council are becoming more and more incompetent."

She decided to teach them some lessons.

This time she decided to be ruthless, to let the council know that her temper is actually not so good, and if she gets angry, she will make the council regret it

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"If you want to blame, you are unlucky!"

Egwene muttered hatefully.

The gorgeous and exquisite magic carpet accompanied the owner's mind, easily blocking the fire spell attacks below.

Then it landed majestically down with its owner, bringing its owner to the "attacker".

And so.

Ten seconds after Orondo's first attempt to cast a spell after the crossing, a noble, beautiful, and powdered lady appeared in front of his innocent eyes.

Orondo looked at her.

He had to admit that the extremely beautiful blonde beauty in front of him was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, including in his previous life.

The long blonde hair was slightly curled down, looking a little lethargic and rebellious. The expression on his face was as cold as frost, the slender willow eyebrows were dark purple, and under the dark shadow, the green eyes covered by long eyelashes flashed with pride that rejected people thousands of miles away.

A very beautiful young woman who seems to have a bad temper.

"That ......," Orondo sighed as he thought he was unlucky. Good afternoon. ”

He didn't expect to try spellcasting for the first time in his life and experience the most magnificent masterpiece in this fantasy world, a spell!

As a result, it was successful after one attempt, but there was an oolong incident that disturbed the lady.

"I'm sorry, I apologize to you." Orondo apologized sincerely. "I was unintentional. If you wish, I would even like to come to the door with a gift to make amends in person. ”

Orondo is sincere.

I can't help but be insincere.

Obviously, there is more to this beautiful lady than just beauty.

Just from the overly gorgeous magic carpet when she came down, you can know that her identity is not simple at all.

Such a beautiful and gorgeous magic carpet is not available to everyone in Dalaran.

At the very least, a mage at the level of an archmage can control such a magic carpet.

She still looks like she's a human.

This is the Hillsbrad Hills, and hundreds of miles away is the magical kingdom of mankind, Dalaran.

All these factors combined, and Orondo thought that he, an apprentice in magic who had not yet gone to Dalaran to study, was unlucky enough to provoke a big man in Dalaran.

In this case, the guy with a normal IQ will apologize and apologize.

In the Hillsbrad Hills region, the most influential is not the most powerful kingdom of Lordaeron; Nor is it the nearest kingdom of Alterac; It's not a declining Riptide Castle.

In the hilly areas, even if you offend King Lordaeron and have a better attitude, the king will do whatever he can to you.

The rule of the Lordaeron region here can only be said to be beyond the reach of the whip, and it is impossible for the king to send troops against you if the responsibility is not great.

Offending Alterac and Castle Riptide, as long as they can be ruthless and hug Lordaeron's thigh, Castle Riptide and Alterac will not dare to risk angering Lordaeron to retaliate.

But if you provoke the uncrowned king of the hills, then the kingdom of Lordaeron, together with the kingdom of Alterac and Riptide Castle, will not be able to save you.

The uncrowned king of the hills of Hillsbrad is naturally the magical capital of mankind - Dalaran!

Here, the mages who provoke no one and don't mess with Dalaran belong to a common sense among the hilly nobles.

Unless you're one of the Dalaran too.

The whole body is here, and he is still a mage apprentice who is about to go to Dalaran to study.

Orondo was not at all willing to clash with Dalaran right now.

And it was indeed his own fault first, so he admitted his mistake directly before the other party opened his mouth.

If the other party needs it, he will also lose a little money.

Oron apologized sincerely, and bent down to salute the blonde beauty mage in front of him, who should have a great background.

"You cast the spell just now? Are you the mage of Dalaran? Flat sentences came out of her mouth.

It's good to be willing to talk and communicate.

Orondo breathed a sigh of relief, he could tell that she was speaking in a common human tone, a very standard Dalaran accent.

This is very popular among the nobility of the human kingdom, and the nobles all yearn for the life of the magic kingdom.

The fluent Dalaran lingua franca is considered a face-saving thing among the nobles of the northern human countries.

In the face of her questioning, Orondo was neither humble nor arrogant: "I'm sorry, I sent the spell. I don't have good control over the arcane, so I accidentally bumped into you. ”

"I'm not Dalaran's mage yet, but I'm almost there."

"You're covering up for yourself, do you think I'll believe it?"

"Believe it or not, I can't help it. I mean, in a little while, I'm going to go to Dalaran to study. Now, I can probably only be called a mage apprentice. ”

"The mage apprentice can't unleash such a powerful fireball technique."

Listen to her questioning.

Orondo also knew that his fireball technique just now seemed to be a bit powerful.

This is due to the "Eye of Truth", which perfects some of the energy utilization and rules of the Fireball Technique.

It is a near-perfect construct of the spell model and energy arrangement of the Fireball Technique in Orondo's memory materials. Under its perfect play, Orondo's fireball just now was the most powerful he could exert at his current level.

This allowed Orondo to find a new function of the Eye of Truth, in addition to organizing data and analyzing information.

It also helps you build spell models and arrange energy particles, which is to help cast spells.

At the moment, this feature is unusually powerful.

Relying on this function of the Eye of Truth, he should be able to go farther on the path of a mage.

Thinking about it this way, Orondo's words were a little different:

"No way, I'm very talented. Everyone says I'm a mage genius, even though I'm only 13 years old. ”

"You're proud?" Magna Egwene looked at the immature young country aristocrat in front of her and said with a little disdain.

"When I was 6 years old, the fireball was twice as big as yours. It's only 13 years old to unleash such a fireball, you're such a piece of waste. ”