"But..."

Randra hesitated, and she stood helplessly. Norris held her blue evening dress and kept gesturing at herself.

"My sister, as a magister, you've done a pretty good job. You can relax yourself, the banquet held by Baron Sutherier at his estate, I think is a good occasion to relax, you can try it, relieve your tense nerves. ”

Norris casually placed her evening dress on the trotting hanger, and rummaged through Landra's closet.

"You're only over 100 years old, in fact you're dozens of years younger than me, and you have to learn to enjoy life. Oh? What is it? Nolis pulled a white bra with lace patterns out of the mess.

Looking at Norris fiddling with her bra back and forth, Locke subconsciously glanced over there, and Landra, who was sitting on the sofa, focused on her chest for a few seconds, and then quickly lowered her head before the two of them found out.

Yo, I can't see it~! This bra actually has a C+? Could it be that the mage's robe still has the effect of hiding the organs of the human body?

"Perhaps, you can still make that playboy like you completely, then maybe."

"No, my sister. Don't you know who Sutherier is? Landra sat up from the couch to face his sister, unaware that the stack of clothes that had been on his body had fallen to the floor.

"We've heard of this flowery baron since we were young, and we've never seen him really like a woman?" Randra shook his head wistfully, "I know what he thinks, and I know why he keeps inviting me to join him at his feasts. ”

"Hmph."

Randra sneered a few times, then glanced at Locke with some arrogance, "A young female elf like me, and such a high status, is not often seen in the whole of Quel'Thalas. Why did he invite me to his feast? Do you dare to pester me again and again? Just a fool like him, he wants to get me? Hum! He and his group of sycophants are nothing more than a bunch of moths who are drunk and unwilling to face reality! ”

"But even so, you still have to attend more banquets like this." Norris smiled and put the selected clothes in her arms, "You are no longer a magician, you are a magician, you are a member of the Magister Council, and you are the leader here. In the near future, a large group of mages will emerge from your command to be taught by you. Look a little further and you'll have a profound impact on Quel'Thallas in the future. ”

Looking at Randra, who was crying, Nolis sat down beside her, and she smiled and moved over Landla's shoulder, "Politics, I didn't want to talk to you about this word, but it's time for you to face it." Actually, I've always wanted you to be as happy as you used to be. However, after all, our road ahead is too long, to the point where we have no choice but to do it. ”

"Also, after all, Suthelil is still the baron of our Kingdom of Quel'Salas, and his family is second to none. In the future, don't just say that you will roast him on the fire, it will bring you a certain amount of trouble, just like Carter said, if you can reduce some of the troubles from the outside, don't add to yourself. ”

Landra shrugged disapprovingly, and Norris smiled and stroked her hair, then looked at Locke.

"You go out first, my sister needs to change her clothes."

When the bored Locke heard the news, he turned around and walked directly to the door, he needed to go outside and take a good break.

Pulling away the silence of Carter, Locke only felt that his eyes flashed, and he was already standing on a balcony. This time the teleportation was not as suffocating as it had just been, as if it had just passed through a screen.

Locke looked around and saw the treetops of an endless forest of golden-red maple leaves, and not far away he could see some pointed garden-top houses with their canopies exposed. On this balcony there is an ornate table. The top is covered with a carpet-thick layer of wool. Several crystal-cast cups were shining, and in the middle of the cups was a jug with a slender neck and long hanging ears.

Picking up the kettle, a stream of amber-colored liquor poured down the spout. Locke picked up the wine glass and put it under his nose and sniffed vigorously, a smell of sunlight mixed with the fragrance of the soft nameless fruit, along Locke's nose and deep into the internal organs, Locke couldn't help but moan.

"Good wine!"

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Unlike the golden maple leaves that fall everywhere in the Yongge Forest, the northernmost continent of Northrend on the planet is sprinkled with never-ending goose feather snow all day long.

Khodara is a high-altitude Iceland near the continental shelf in the northwestern part of the northerly tundra, which is covered with snow all year round, and the cold winds of Northrend are raging on the Khaodala all day long. Even the yak people, the distant relatives of the Minotaur, and the walrus people, who fish on the Northrend ice sheet all year round, cannot tolerate the cold weather.

In this Iceland, magical energy flows slowly through the air and on the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye. Above the sky, countless giant blue dragons roam the air all day long, driving away those creatures that strayed into the place.

Malygos, the great king of the blue dragons, the guardian of the net, and one of the five guardian dragons, lives here with his clan of blue dragons.

It hasn't changed for tens of thousands of years.

Heavy snow and blizzards made up a fierce blizzard, and the steep peaks around Khao Dara shimmered like knife edges. In a place where there could be no creatures other than dragons, a blue human figure was disappearing in the blizzard, the blue cloak behind it fluttering like a flag.

Standing on the top of a hill on the edge of Khaodara, Karegos looked at the amber cliffs on the northerly tundra opposite Khaodara, with a thick layer of white snow already piled up on his body.

Of course, this is nothing more than normal for Karegos.

As a frequent visitor to the area, Karegos used to fly back and forth in the sky countless times a day, and the endless snow was not even dust to him.

However, Karegos still habitually tightened the blue cloak around his neck, a habit that Carré enjoyed very much.

Squinting at the Amber Bluff opposite, at the highest point of that vast plateau, on the originally empty frozen soil, a human tower made of snow-white boulders appeared. Wooden houses made of local hardy pine trees dot the surroundings.

Through the goose-feathered snow, Karley could clearly see that some mages wearing Dalaran robes on their chests were enslaving some earth or water elementals, working hard in the strait between Khao Dalara and the Borean tundra.

They are trying to build a bridge here, hoping to have an in-depth exchange with the powerful Blue Dragons about magical control. If possible, Lord Malygos will meet them. Of course, the premise is that the adults are still awake.

Perhaps, they have one more pressing issue.

Karegos turned his head to look northeast, and even through the heavy snow, even if he was tens of thousands of kilometers away, Carré could still see the vague outline of a tall black building. He could even feel the monstrous evil emanating from those black buildings.

Icecrown and the Ice Throne!

The fallen human prince, somewhere in that building, looked down on the land.

As for the following Master Dalaran...

Retracting his gaze, Carré silently looked down at the human tower on the Amber Cliff opposite, feeling a little melancholy.

They also wanted to know the exact information about the king-killer from their own kind or from the mouths of Master Malygos.

Unfortunately, what the humans don't know is that no one can take any action without Lord Malygos' orders. And Lord Malygos, the King of Magic, has been delirious for a long time.

Ever since the Blue Dragons suffered a catastrophe in antiquity, Lord Malygos has gone insane. The same is true today, even if you occasionally regain your senses, but you will be the same again.

I have to say that this is really the suffering of the Blue Dragon Clan.

Before he could sigh, in the howling wind, Carré heard the sound of huge wings flapping behind him, and soon the sound stopped beside him.

A slightly rugged female voice rang in Carré's ears with joy.

"Carré! You're finally back! ”

Karegos struggled to mobilize the muscles on his face, trying to soften his cold features a little, and even dragons sometimes paid close attention to their image. What's more, the voice from behind is their own future...

Stretching out his hand and wiping it across his face, Carré turned to look at the High Elf-like female elf standing beside him and smiled.

This beautiful High Elf woman was clearly the embodiment of a dragon. In her dark blue curls, two dragon horns, curved like demonic horns, clinged to her long ears. The pointed ends of the two horns are also accompanied by a pair of golden-yellow, gold-like ornaments, which make it look brilliant.

Pieces of bras made of unknown blue materials were clinging to her high breasts. From time to time, there was a flash of blue on the bra, and it was clear that it was a piece of armor that had been magically treated.

Beneath the bra, a large area of white and delicate skin was exposed in the cold wind, but the pale blue silk cloak behind it was not affected by the ice, and still hung low behind its owner.

Tight and figure-flattering blue leather trousers that sit snugly against the wearer's thighs. Underneath the leather trousers were a pair of long blue riding boots that reached the knees.

In the light blue jewel-like eyes, a pair of vertical pupils were looking at Carré playfully.

"Yes, Tyri. I am back. ”