If you don't ask for a collection, he'll drop it.,Originally, it had reached 9170.,But now it's falling again.,It's become 9166.,Strongly ask for collection.,After this chapter is updated,There will be a chapter.。

The dusk began to retreat slowly, and the misty night began to envelop the earth, and the night came again, and the earth was dark.

If there is any other place in the human kingdom that can be called a miracle, it is Dalaran. Nestled just south of Lake Lordanmere, this beautiful city is the most brilliant jewel of the entire continent of Lordaeron, combining wisdom, strength, majesty, magnificence, art and mystery. Nearly every human mage in the world once studied the arcane arts they learned from the High Elves, and the mysterious and graceful white towers that dotted the city summoned the mages of wisdom, ambition, status, and power.

The founding of Dalaran dates back thousands of years. After the High Elves and humans joined forces to defeat the trolls, the first hundred wizards taught by the elves continued to grow their powers, studying the occult discipline of manipulating spells in greater detail. However, as the generations changed, the young magicians gradually lost the caution of their predecessors, and they used magic more and more casually and self-interestedly. In order to be able to exercise magic more freely, the young magicians used their mysterious powers to establish a second human city, Dalaran, on Cross Island in Lake Lordamere, north of Riptide Castle. From its inception, the city was used as a center of magic and experimentation in Lordaeron and the world.

On this day, on the shores of Lake Lordamere in the northern part of the hills of Hillsbrad, Dalaran came a visitor.

His beard was white, and his face was wrinkled. A robe. Tailor-fit. Wearing it on his body, he looked at the magic research center of the world of Azeroth.

There was a misty look in his eyes, and Dalaran in the middle of the night was extremely charming, and a magic shield rose up around him, enveloping Dalaran in it.

The shield as a whole is elusive and has a blue hue. And it's opaque - no one can see through it. There is no magic or conventional means to detect what is in it.

A cool breeze continued to blow Khadgar's gray hair.

Dalaran, located on the shores of Lodamir Lake, is an area of low pressure, so there is a lot of fog and clouds around it. The air here is cold and humid.

He took a deep breath, gently pressed his staff, and walked gracefully towards the city of Dalaran with his own steps.

Soon, he was in the place where the magic shield was.

The sound of his footsteps had already alarmed the patrolmen.

Now, it was not late at night, and Dalaran was not forbidden to enter and exit.

As a city with a population of millions. Because of the large number of wealthy people gathered in Dalaran, the trade was extremely developed. There is no order for a curfew.

Srem. Ruinvivol kept patrolling the confidential places around the magic shield.

Srem. Ruinvivol kept moving around the important place of Dalaran's magic shield, and his movements were still the same, and he did this kind of work, every day.

But for Srem . Ruinwivol was concerned, and he never got bored.

Because he knew that by doing so, he was besieging Dalaran.

His work was so important that his negligence could cause a safety hazard for Dalaran.

This is Srem. Ruinvivol would never allow it, and his love for the people of Dalaran was beyond a qiē, far above his life.

Like Srem. There are many people like Ruinvivol in Dalaran, and Dalaran has been ruined several times, although the prosperity is still the same, but everyone knows that the prosperity of Dalaran, with every time he destroys Miè, he is not as good as before.

So Srem. Ruinvivol absolutely did not allow it, Dalaran was ruined again, and Dalaran completely declined.

This city pinned all his hopes on him, and he was unusually serious about his daily inspections.

His seriousness made many young mages very incomprehensible, but he knew that it was not him who did not understand, but those young mages.

Today, he led some young mages on the rounds of the magic shield, but he heard footsteps from a distance.

This makes Srem. Ruinwivol was alert, for the footsteps were not heard on the road outside Dalaran's main entrance.

On the road at the gate, Dalaran did not close the gate, and it was still possible to enter and exit at night.

It's just that it has to be searched, and the accusation is extremely strict.

An exit was deliberately left in the magic shield, and the place where the sound came out at this moment was some distance from the gate.

There are people here, enemies, or people loitering.

Srem. Several thoughts came to Ruinvivor's mind, but when he was thinking, the movements in his hands were not slow at all, and he directly raised his staff, signaling the young mages behind him to start on alert.

He looked at the movements of the young mage, and his face showed a little disappointed look, these little guys, the movements are too slow, they grew up in the era of peace, but for the turmoil, it is a very distant word, the great turmoil a few years ago, is also far away from Dalaran, and before it has reached Laran, it was pacified by the Kingdom of Gilness.

Srem. Ruinwivol made up his mind in his heart that when he went back this time, he would practice them well.

"Who? Say your name? "Srem. Ruinvivol shouted loudly towards the place where the voice came from.

The staff has been raised by him, and the magic power on his body has begun to ripple, at this time, he has begun to prepare, as long as things are slightly wrong, he will attack.

"Srem. Ruinwivol is you, right? In the darkness of the night, an old voice was heard.

The voice is old, but it is rich.

"You are?" Srem. Ruinvivol's face was full of doubts, the person who came actually knew him, but he was very unfamiliar with this voice, and he couldn't recognize who he was.

"Khadgar,"

"Khadgar is you, no, Khadgar died more than ten years ago, hurry up, who the hell are you?"

"Even if your voice resembles his, you can't fool me. Ruinvivor," he shouted, the staff in his hand already glowing, and he was on the verge of exploding.

"I'm not dead, I just came back the other day, Khadgar explained.

He walked over to the magic shield, and with the help of the light of the magic shield, he had already reflected his appearance on Srem. Ruinvivol's eyes.

"No way, Khadgar is dead, let's say, who the hell did you pop up with," Srem. Although Ruinvivol saw the person clearly, his face was surprised, but he still couldn't believe it.

"Srem. Ruinwivol, you don't even know me anymore? Khadgar's face was bitter, and he looked at his old friend in front of him.

Fifteen years have passed, and it has been so long that it has become strange to former friends.

"I have passed on this news to His Excellency Antonidas," said Srem. With a sneer on Ruinvivor's face, Khadgar continued helplessly; "You can send someone back to ask for instructions, and I believe that accurate news will come back,"

"Okay, let's go!" Hesitating, Srem. Ruinvivol agreed, and he shouted to a young mage beside him; "I know it, don't go back quickly,"

"What else are you sure about? He's Khadgar, hero Khadgar," the young mage shouted.

"Let you go, just hurry," Srem. Ruinwivol urged.

"What else do you need to confirm that he is so confident, not because he is Khadgar, what else can there be." The young mage said defensively.

"You think a lot, I don't know that he just uses your thoughts to get into,"

"Good," said the young mage, with an excited look in his eyes, he didn't have a Srem. Ruinwivol was so suspicious that he had now believed in Khadgar's identity, but in the end his defense failed, and he turned around and walked towards the interior of Dalaran.

He was going to look for Antonidas for some advice, but he stopped just after taking a step, because he didn't know where Antonidas lived.

Because Antonidas abdicated and Ronin ascended, Antonidas completely retired, although he was still in Dalaran, but his residence was already a mystery for ordinary people.

"No need to ask, I'm already here," a mage walked out slowly, none other than Antonidas.

He turned to Srem. Ruinvivol gestured for a moment, then looked at Khadgar with a bright smile and said with his arms open cordially; "Welcome home!"

In the heart of the city, the Violet Castle rises from a huge, slender minaret that houses the world's richest library and the largest real room. The inhabitants of Dalaran respected the sorcerer's hard work, and under their protection, they established a lively trading system.

Dalaran is home to an unimaginably large library full of books and scrolls, and is home to many of the greatest mages of our time, including Archmages Antonidas, Khadgar, Gianna Prodmore, Crassus, and Kel'thugad. This is also the place where Medivan's staff, Etiyès, was kept after Medivan's death. (To be continued......) R1292