After slowly crossing the tall suspension bridge in the carriage, "Ivey" entered the city completely filled with tall towers and magnificent dome structures, and an incomparably large and slender minaret overlooked the whole city from the center like the Tower of Babel, and every brick and stone surface around it was imprinted with subtle and delicate lilac ornaments, and the magical light emitted by the enchantments enveloped the entire city, and a violet flag imprinted with golden eyes fluttered there

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"Oh, my friends from afar, Dalaran welcomes arcane researchers from all continents, in this wise country, you will no longer be accused of violating the gods and having an unclean soul because of the use of magic, because the study of curses will be slandered as evil in your heart, here, you will no longer be regarded as an alien because of your mysterious and powerful power, I believe that a good research environment, atmosphere, and sufficient resources will make you fall in love here, because this is the paradise and holy place of mages, Dalaran!"

As a magical city, everything in Dalaran is very different from other alliance countries, including the carriage, the improved magic wheel and roller make it not bumpy on uneven ground, and the magic beasts such as the frost horse and the Harran sheep beast are also much better than ordinary horses, and in addition, whether it is in the construction of the city, the tree environment, or the ground masonry all reflect the unique traces of the magic city, which is the result of the high elves' incomparable thirst for magic and exquisite art.

Because "Ivey" was riding in an ordinary carriage, and the magic fluctuations emanating from his body proved his identity, a ** teacher, so when he just stepped out of the carriage, a warm and thick voice came into his ears, and the owner of such a voice was a slightly short and fat man, and the special coat of arms intertwined with white and light blue proved his identity, a mage apprentice.

"I absolutely agree with you when it comes to the environment and atmosphere of Dalaran's research, and I learned about it when Rastache first came to the city, but you know, there is always a lack of resources in the magic spires outside the station."

Ivy stepped out of the carriage and straightened his collar and cuffs slightly, and said with a smile.

"Do you know Master Rasteche? Oh...... I mean, if you need it, Numan is here for you, Your Excellency. ”

After bowing, Numan said with a humble and respectful smile.

There are scholars who focus on the art of magic and are constantly seeking stronger spells, scholars who are obsessed with the knowledge of magic, academics who combine knowledge and experimentation, and of course there are the Golden Trade factions who advocate that only a lot of wealth can support the study of magic.

In Numan's image, the High Elves have always been synonymous with arrogance, they even look down on their distant relatives Night Elves, not to mention races such as humans and dwarfs, and the ** division is the most respected profession among them, such an identity and status, it seems that no matter how he thinks about it, it will not have the slightest connection with the carriage, the most ordinary means of transportation in Lordaeron, so he did not expect that the one who came out of it would be a high elf ** division.

In fact, it is true that as Numan thought, since the real Ivy was able to build a magic spire of his own on the shore of Lake Mill, he also had an exclusive ride, but his station was very close to this magic city, and the sudden mission of the main god made him have no time to prepare for this, so he had to temporarily call a carriage to Dalaran.

After saying goodbye to the gold-loving mage apprentice, Ivy came to the center of the city, in front of the Violet Tower, through the narrow and long passage, he was presented with unparalleled splendor and beauty, all kinds of strange plants bloomed in the air through the hanging garden, and the murals directly imprinted on the dome were like projections, and the magnificent light of the magic lamp, and the floating platforms like elevators were even more amazing.

Although Dalaran is the entire Azeroth magic center, the arcane is divided into seven factions, but it is in its infancy, and the arcane of several factions may not add up to two digits in total, which is not comparable to the multi-layered dimensional crystal wall system such as the Forgotten Realm, which can almost break through five figures, but although the skills are still rudimentary, this wants to integrate the power of magic into every corner of the world, and the absolute fanaticism for magic is not at all more exaggerated than the great arcanists of the Nether era.

For this ** incarnation, the only purpose is naturally only to open up the plane passage, so that the Buddha-figure who is far away in the abyss blood sea descends on the Azeroth continent, and the biggest reliance in his hand is the knowledge and secret methods from the abyss, how to use these knowledge and skills reasonably through the current identity is undoubtedly the most important, and the mages of Dalaran have an extraordinary desire for magic, which seems to be far more exaggerated than he imagined.

If the Grand Arcanists are researchers in those high-tech civilizations, with detailed knowledge and theories, then the mages of Dalaran are the crazy doctors who occasionally spied a little bit of technology beyond the era in the real technological world of Resident Evil, although they are still suppressed by reason, but that kind of madness at all costs has been bred in their hearts, as long as this desire and madness can be fully excavated, then their own greed for magic will fall into the abyss step by step, And bury the world with your own hands.

After coming to the top along the floating platform on the left side of the hall, a beautiful woman in a lilac robe appeared in Ive's eyes, although her face has slightly revealed some traces of time, but her delicate and beautiful face is not inferior to the elf, the light purple robe can not hide the bumpy and graceful figure, and the unique charm of a mature woman makes her look more and more seductive and beautiful, she is the only woman among the six councilors of Kenrito, **Shi Modra.

"Master Modra, it's been a long time, but you're still as beautiful as the stars in the sky."

After gradually falling from her face to the white neck, and encompassing the tightly wrapped plump on her chest, Ivy sketched an elegant smile on the corner of her mouth, stretched out her left hand to the side, and said with a complimentary gesture.

Originally, in terms of Lin Feng's own personality, it was absolutely impossible to react like this, but just like the avatar of greed wants to take everything he sees for himself, and when he sees anything in anger, the first thought that flashes in his mind is whether it can be destroyed, ** The incarnation naturally has the corresponding thinking habits.

As the most advanced female mage in the entire city of Dalaran, a feeling of arrogance for fame had long taken root in her heart, and the education of an aristocratic family had made her develop a very standard concept of class, as if only those with noble birth were worthy of joining this circle, and the poor were not worthy of being a member of the city at all.

Generally speaking, the high elves in this city have the status of being like nobles, and there is no doubt that they have the dual status of ** master and nobleman, but in the eyes of Modra, one of the core members of the Kenrito Council, it can only be called ordinary, and it may not be a problem to be a companion.

According to the past personality of this arrogant female mage, such a revealing look would inevitably arouse her disgust, but now what appeared in her heart was a little inexplicable pleasure and excitement, and after forcibly pressing such a thought, her tone was actually a little coquettish: "Go, when do you still have the heart to think about this, the dirty and evil green-skinned beast is getting stronger and stronger, Dalaran must react to this............"