According to Carlin's memories of his previous life, Dalaran was supposed to be located at the location of the "Great Crater" on the southern shore of Lake Lodamir......

It doesn't seem to be the same in reality, it's actually on an isolated island in Lake Lodamir.

Standing on the shores of Lake Lodamir, Carlin looked out at the violet castles and minarets on the island...... Nestled on Lake Lordanmere, this wonderful city combines wisdom, strength, majesty, magnificence, art and mystery, and is the brightest jewel of the entire Lordaeron continent.

"Within 1,000 yards of Dalaran City, there are teleportation magic guards!" The battle mage calmly explained, "So you'll need to take a boat to Cross Island, not through a teleportation circle!" ”

"Can you take me by boat?" Carlin asked.

"Of course!" The battle mage nodded, "An archmage once warned all the citizens of Dalaran that 'any mage who comes to Dalaran, regardless of race or status, should be courteous'!" ”

"Who said that?" Carlin asked, curiously.

"Archmage Merry Winterwind, one of the founders of Dalaran and one of the first hundred human mages!" The battlemage replied.

With that, the battlemage waved his wand, and a bright light flashed into the sky...... Half a minute later, an unmanned boat slowly drove over the island.

"Please, Your Excellency Mage......," the Battle Mage waved his hand, "I have other things to do, so leave it at that!" ”

Carlin slowly stepped onto the boat, and as he sat down steadily, the boat began to turn around on its own, and then the oars paddled up and headed for the island...... It's an interesting kind of magic, Carlin laughs as he thinks to himself how it works!

The boat docked at the island's dock, and Carlin walked down, and there was quite a few people walking around the pier...... Many of them were mages, and Carlin could swear that he had seen more human mages in this glance than he had seen in the last half of a month's journey!

Of course, it's not just the mage, but everyone else, including nobles and traders!

In addition to the magical capital, Dalaran is also a famous trading city, with the highest annual volume of goods traded in the entire eastern continent...... However, those who can set foot in this city are either aristocratic royal families or some big traders!

Carlin had barely taken a few steps out of the dock when he was once again stopped by another battle mage, Dalaran's guards.

"Elven Excellency, can I do a magic detection on you...... We want to make sure you don't have a high-risk magic item on you! The battlemage asked politely, holding a strange, cylindrical magical instrument in his hand.

"Absolutely!" Carlin spread his hands and let the battlemage sweep around him with the cylindrical magical instrument.

"No problem, thanks for the cooperation!" A minute later, the battlemage put the magic instrument back away.

And just like that, Carlin officially entered the city of Dalaran!

……

Stepping on the rocky road, Carlin stepped into this majestic city for the first time.

Brilliant purple clouds, fluttering above the sky, seemed to dye the whole world violet; Castles and towers are located around Carlin; The air smells of arcane......

It's a great city, the oldest city of humanity outside of Riptide Fort...... And it's hard to imagine that the buildings of Stratholme and Andorjar, and the city in front of you, are made by the same race!

"It's comparable to Silvermoon City!" Carlin muttered to himself.

The streets are dotted with mages or mage apprentices dressed in violet robes, which is the color of Dalaran. On the chest of the robe, a yellow (or more golden) eye is inscribed on a light purple background, which is the violet eye, symbolizing "tolerance", "wisdom" and "struggle"!

In stark contrast to the lazy mages of Quel'Thalas, these Dalaran mages have fully and 100% of their passion for knowledge, mysteries, and power!

They do not have a near-eternal lifespan, nor do they have the light of the well of the sun......

Because of humility, we pursue greatness; It is precisely because of the shortness that the pursuit of eternity; Because he is as weak as an ant, he pursues the power that can be equal to that of the gods.

In fact, they did! For three thousand years, they have built countless magical spires and studied magic with fanaticism...... Dalaran's arcane level has grown to a level of proficiency and has become a magical city no less than their magical initiator: Quel'Salas - Silvermoon.

……

As far as the eye can see, on the western side of Cross Island, the city of Dalaran, Carlin sees a very majestic framework...... A skeleton made of wood and steel, almost the size of the entire island of Cross, controlled by magical power, floats in the air.

"This is the framework of the future Dalaran Floating City?" He couldn't help but be a little skeptical.

"This is the work of Archmage Modra and Archmage Kale, who have been working on this great project...... They want the whole of Dalaran to move to that one and then be free to fly in the sky......" A rough voice came from behind Karin, a little drunk.

It was a dwarf, with a long crimson beard that almost dragged to the ground, and a wine glass in his hand, no wonder he looked drunk.

"Turn all of Dalaran into a floating city?" Carlin asked.

"yes...... It's difficult, though, as about 100 Violet Castle mages are involved under their leadership, but it's expected to take another ten years or so to complete, and I'm looking forward to that day! The dwarf continued.

"Quite a great plan...... Carlin whispered, at least none of the High Elves had ever thought of making Silvermoon City float in the sky!

"Soriel Goldbeard!" The dwarf drained the glass in his hand in one gulp, and then said, "Your Excellency, it looks like you're from Quel'Thalas?" Would you like a resting inn...... 'Pigs and Whistles' hotel welcomes you! ”

"Inn...... Carlin smiled and nodded, "Of course, I need it!" ”

"Do you need any more drinks?" We have excellent Alterac brandy ...... here."

"No need, if you have juice or milk, you can bring me a glass!"

……

Ten minutes later, rest in a room in the "Pigs and Whistles" hotel.

Carlin took his notebook out of his bag, and after a moment of thought, he wrote:

"Hello, Dalaran!"