The early morning mist locked the lake in Lordamere, and there was not a trace of wind on the lake, and the sky and the earth were silent, and a white figure swept across the lake, breaking the silence as if it had been frozen in time, and flew to the east shore, drawing a mark on the lake.

Cheng Xiaotian set off in the middle of the night, and came to Lake Lordamere in the early morning, and on the other side of the lake was the first stop of his trip, the magic kingdom of Dalaran.

As the first kingdom to split from the Arathso Empire, Dalaran has a long history and a splendid magical culture.

The population of this country is very small, just over 3,000, but until the Orc invasion, no one dared to attack the idea of this small small country. It must be known that the inhabitants here are all magicians, and the Council of Six Mages, who control the country, is composed of all Magicians.

But this is a long time ago, after experiencing the invasion of orcs and undead disasters, Dalaran was finally completely destroyed by the demon legions of the other world, and the powerful magicians died one after another, and the magic kingdom withered. However, after the end of the war, the stubborn mages gathered here again, and they worked together to build a huge magical barrier, completely covering the ruins of the original "Violet" city, and they didn't know what to toss in it all day long.

Lake Lordamere wasn't very big, and it quickly flew over, and a violet magical barrier with a diameter of a kilometer appeared behind the mist. The barrier is hemispherical in shape, clasped on a ruined ruin, and its surface is so radiant that it is impossible to see what is inside.

Flying over the ruins outside the magic barrier, looking around, there was no one, and the silence was terrifying. In desperation, Cheng Xiaotian had no choice but to fly along the barrier, hoping to meet a guard to report it.

But when he flew down, there was still no ghost, so he had to land on the edge of the barrier.

"Excuse me, anyone?" It's not a matter of all, Cheng Xiaotian simply clasped his hands and shouted, and after shouting, there was a response.

"Do you have a problem with your eyesight?"

Someone suddenly answered lazily not far away, which startled Cheng Xiaotian, and hurriedly followed the sound, and sure enough, he found a middle-aged man sitting in the ruins ten meters away from the side, stretching his waist with his eyes closed, as if he had just been woken up. The man had conspicuous red hair, wore a tattered gray robe, and sat in a pile of rocks, like a beggar.

There was a lot of humidity on the shore of Lordamere Lake, and after the cold fog, it was wet everywhere, and this inconspicuous guy actually lay on the pile of rocks and slept a lot, and Cheng Xiaotian was surprised to see it.

"Tell me, why are you here?" The red-haired middle-aged man asked lazily, and after asking "let's click" twice, he reached out and pulled from the pile of rubble beside him, and pulled out a wooden stick similar to a "magic staff". It is said that this thing is a wooden stick, purely because there is no magic fluctuation on it, the whole body is shiny, and one end is still a little black, and I don't know how many years it has taken to get to this point.

Cheng Xiaotian was a guest after all, so he didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he hurriedly greeted him with a smile on his face, and said: "I am from the Arathi Basin, I hope Your Excellency can inform the consul of your country, just say ......"

"Stop!" The red-haired man interrupted Cheng Xiaotian with a snort, scratching his chin and thinking, muttering in his mouth: "Arathi Basin...... Not...... It's not easy to do that! ”

Cheng Xiaotian looked at his chattering appearance, forcibly suppressed his dissatisfaction, squeezed out a stiff smile, and asked, "Please make it clear to Your Excellency, this matter ...... What's wrong with him? ”

The man scratched his head, stood up with his staff, and sighed, "Our archon, Lord Ronin, has ordered that during the closure of Violet City, there shall be no political or political dealings with the outside world, including the noble lords and Stormwind City. ”

The red-haired man deliberately pointed out the Arathi Basin and Stormwind City, and Cheng Xiaotian understood in seconds.

"I think I have to talk to His Excellency Luo Ning in person, please inform me on my behalf." Cheng Xiaotian still refuses to give up, Dalaran's attitude is very crucial, if he can get the help of these magicians, the future battle situation will be greatly changed.

The red-haired man hesitated a little when he heard this, and said after some thought: "Then please wait here, I will go in and report, as for whether Lord Luo Ning wants to see you, I don't dare to pack the ticket." ”

With that, the man bowed to Cheng Xiaotian slightly, and walked towards the magic enchantment by himself.

Cheng Xiaotian had no choice but to sit on the spot and wait quietly.

The man walked to the enchantment, glanced back at Cheng Xiaotian, showed a trace of melancholy in his eyes, shook his head, raised his palm and pressed it on the enchantment, and his figure immediately melted into it, and disappeared in an instant. Cheng Xiaotian turned a blind eye to all this, slowly closed his eyes, and began to breathe in pranayama.

Within the barrier, the red-haired man showed his figure, standing in place and frowning in thought.

Unlike the cold, damp outside, the enchantment is brightly lit and filled with warm violet. Unfinished minarets rise from the ground and rise to the top of the barrier, countless mages are casting spells to carry stones and making final repairs, and the entire barrier is busy.

"Ronin."

A crisp cry woke up the red-haired man, and when he looked up, a High Elf woman with a horned bow was walking over, followed by an old man in a white robe.

At the sight of this woman, the red-haired man's face showed a touch of gentleness, this High Elf was his wife, Wen Leisa.

"Is it done?" The woman walked up to her husband and asked.

"He's more persistent than we thought." Luo Ning shook his head and smiled bitterly, turning to the white-robed old man, "Speaker Ansrem, do you think the council's decision is appropriate?" ”

The white-robed old man smiled: "In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with this decision, Dalaran has never been so weak, and now we can no longer withstand war and defeat." I have seen this Lord Cheng Xiaotian lead the army to fight, and he is indeed a great figure! But his power is still too small, we can't bet on this bet, I can understand the mood of His Excellency the Archon, but please focus on the overall situation. ”

"Oh." Luo Ning nodded and said with a wry smile: "It seems that I am really not a good leader."

Speaker Ansrem smiled and patted Ronin on the shoulder, "Your Excellency, you've done a great job. ”

"So, how do you get rid of this lord?" Wen Lesa looked at Cheng Xiaotian outside the enchantment and asked.

This enchantment can't be seen from the outside, but there is no obstacle from the inside out, and at this time, Cheng Xiaotian is sitting at the head of a ruined wall, not moving at all.

Luo Ning looked back at Cheng Xiaotian, who was as calm as a sculpture, and spit out a sentence after a long time, "Let him go." ”

After speaking, the three of them took care of themselves.

Cheng Xiaotian sat alone in the ruins outside the enchantment, and it was not until the mist cleared and the sun rose in the sky that he slowly opened his eyes and sighed. There was no news from the barrier, and it seemed that Dalaran had made up his mind to remain neutral.

For the cold reception, Cheng Xiaotian didn't take it to heart, he was asking for others, and losing some face was nothing at all. If you can really get Dalaran's help, let him kneel and kowtow, but it's a pity that people don't even give him this opportunity.

Since there is no result here, next, Cheng Xiaotian plans to leave and go to the second stop of this trip-Hinterland. There lived tens of thousands of barbarian hammer dwarves, and countless griffins, and in terms of power, they were even more powerful than Dalaran.

Although there was little hope, he still didn't want to give up, even if he only had a chance, he had to work hard.

At that moment, he regained his spirit and sacrificed the Yuntong Sword, and at this moment, a pleasant birdsong came, and he squeezed the hand of the sword trick for a moment and looked up. I saw a colorful bird flying happily from the clouds. (To be continued.) )