"The emissary of Quill Sellas is here, don't let it go soon."

At the Lordaeron Human Pass, Shane played the pride of an elven spellcaster, looking at the human soldiers with his chin, but never saying a word. The entourage shook out the golden diplomatic papers, and then the group passed the level with their hands high.

Sean is the only one who has a diplomatic status, and his entourage is a partner of Hadurun Mingyi. He jumped at the chance and made a big business.

"Your Excellency, there is Stratholme in front, the caravan has arrived at its destination, and it is a pity that I can no longer serve the left and right."

"I understand, I'll take the rest of the way myself," said Shane, and when he stepped into the caravan, he came out with a gorgeous robe of cyan plain robes, and the hat just covered the upper part of his face, so that outsiders could not see his special elven ears. "My share of ......," he said after a moment's thought, "to the military commander Sylvanas, who is my partner." ”

"Obedience"

The smuggler summoned his servants, pulled a colored mare, and led him to Shane. He got on his horse and continued south, his first destination being Dalaran, the kingdom of the mages.

The closest way to reach Laranan is to Stratholme, then south along the Kingdom Road, then west at the Talon County junction, and finally south from Anhador across the Icewind Trail into the realm of Dalaran.

Sean chocobos rarely ride, let alone ride horses, and his poor riding skills make them only useful as donkeys. Walking slowly, he sat on his horse and staggered, looking like a leisurely, idle mage. Looking back at the map of the previous life, the journey to Dalaran is only as long as two fingers, but if you really walk, it may take half a month, or even longer. How long it takes to get to Lajan depends on the mood of the little mare, because it is the little mare who carries him forward, not the little mare who walks on it.

Walking on the road, most people will give way to him, casting curious and awe-inspiring glances, and of course there are patrol knights who give them vigilance and hostility. When you are tired, you can rest in a roadside hotel and listen to the anecdotes of the drinkers.

"Listen to your accent, you're a foreigner."

"Yes, I'm from Nanhai Town to help my relatives deal with some troubles, and now I'm going back after the deal is completed."

Under the influence of alcohol, some people will ignore the identity gap and come up to talk, and Shane will talk to them. The common people of Lordaeron had a better life, and after a busy day, the yeoman farmers had spare money to come to the tavern to spend, although it was a bad wine, but the relaxing effect was no different from that of fine wine. When it comes to King Lordaeron, they are extremely proud and reverent.

"His Majesty Minethil is very capable!" But they don't know what they are capable of, and they can only talk about building the Kingdom Road, building irrigation and water conservancy, and making life better.

"Your Majesty is a good man, and if you raise the prince to be a good man like him, we have nothing else to ask for. Cheers to His Majesty Tenaris and His Highness Arthas. ”

They drank heartily.

Sean drank a glass of cold milk and left. 'Arthas, who bears the expectations of the people, on the day you were born, the whole forest of Lordaeron whispered your name, but they did not know that the fate of the future would be cruel. ’

When the drinker looked up and drank the wine in the glass, he realized that the mage who was chatting was gone, but it was a pity that after a while, he continued to drink and have fun.

The Lordaerons are not xenophobic like the elves, and the size of their population and overall national strength give them the confidence to accept others. The country's strength comes from the Sodoril River-Dallon Mill water system. All of Lordaeron's agricultural and commercial activities are centered on the water system, which feeds a population at least four times that of elves.

Shane's Eye of Truth recorded every bit of land he saw and passed through into a detailed map and kept it in his mind. It doesn't work now, maybe it will work in the future. Moreover, the daily experience is recorded in the form of a diary, and there are new books on the shelves of the human geography area of the Mage Tower.

He crossed Lake Dalongmere and entered the pearl of Lordaeron - Anhador. The city enjoys the convenience of shipping brought by the water system, the wharf is busy, and the passing ships are constantly shuttling. With just one glance, you know that it is the logistics operation center of Lordaeron, and maybe even the logistics center of the Lordaeron continent. There is the castle of the Barov family on the small island of Khoopo, and Shane doesn't have time to get acquainted. His family has convenient shipping, and he is a big feudal lord, and I don't know how many kings want to kill them.

During the rest of Anhador, a little unpleasant little thing happened. A thief has his eye on his staff and wants to steal it while he is resting in the restaurant. However, as soon as the thief touched the staff, he was stunned to the ground. Sean carries the staff with him every day, nourishing it with spirit and arcane energy, and if the owner touches it, it will be automatically counterattacked.

"I'm a gentle mage," Shane said to himself, and he struck the staff with a sound of flesh and bones shattering, and the sound of the fainting thief woke up, and he cried loudly with his broken right hand, "Look, what have you done. Shane raised his staff again, breaking off his other hand, and the thief fell silent.

Using it as a mace is one of the correct uses of the 'silent bell, Shane's negotiating tool'.

At this time, if any of the Virgins came out to accuse him, he would be happy to demonstrate the second correct usage. But expectations are often unrealistic, and the owner of the restaurant takes a look, and the bartender grabs the thief's feet and throws him out the door. To make amends, lunch is served free of charge. Shane didn't care about the money, but he still enjoyed a meal of fish from Lake Daron Mill.

"Your Excellency, can you go with us?"

Leaving the south gate of Anhador, a caravan politely called to Shane. The caravan master was well-dressed and well-behaved, and thought of Shane as a mage on a 'pilgrimage' to Dalaran.

Dalaran is a sacred place that every human mage yearns for, at least in the human side.

"Absolutely." Sean said, with a special accent, which made the caravan director stunned for a moment, and then relieved.

"The Ice Wind Trail will be cold, Your Excellency Mage, you'd better wear more clothes." He kindly reminded.

Sean smiled and snapped his fingers to give himself a thermostat. "No problem, let's go."

"Did you use a spell?"

"Yes"

"But I only saw that Your Excellency moved his finger," the caravan director was stunned for a moment, "Okay, I'll say more, and we're on our way." ”

The team set out south along the Sodoril River and onto the Ice Trail. The river's runoff and gorges cut off the Alterac Ranges, creating a valley that connects Oakland north and south. The cold wind from the mountains blew down and poured into the valley. In autumn, the breath from the snow-capped mountains freezes almost every inch of pedestrian's skin. The difference in altitude also made the river turbulent and unsuitable for navigation, otherwise the caravan would not have suffered on foot.

"Come on, brothers, winter is coming," the caravan owner shouted, reflected countless times by the cliffs on both sides, and the echoes wandered endlessly, alarming some animals.

Shane curiously searched the cliffs on both sides, and found some white figures among the green dwarf grass on the cliffs, but unfortunately they were not snow wolves.

"They are Oakland goats that migrate to the lowlands in autumn and winter for food. Because the season lowers the snow line, animals have to move their habitat along the snow line. ”

The caravan master was very talkative and introduced Shane to the style of Alterac, "Legend has it that there is a frost elemental in the mountains of Alterac, named Rock Hora, the king of frost, who rules all the wind and snow of the mountains, and is the true master of the mountains of Alterac. Every Alterac was scared as a child, and if you cry again, you'll feed you to the Lord of Frost. As long as this sentence is spoken, the little one will be honest and obedient"

"The river around us, the Sodoril River, is loved by every Lordaeron continental, and it has prospered in a number of towns: Andorjar, Keldaron, Steinbled, Tarummere, Southsea."

"Your Excellency, if you want to understand the customs of Lordaeron, you just need to understand this river."

It took three days to traverse Icewind Dale, and its southern exit was the territory of Dalaran. Walking on it, the feeling of being even more clammy and cold than the land of ghosts is coming.