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.

In the portal hall of Violet Castle, the most glorious building in this magical city, several ** masters, please continue to read on the Bokan novel website......

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Alsace did not have guards and did not wear too thick clothes, and although the valley of Alterac was covered with snow all year round, the temperature here did not seem to be low, and even a little warm. Answering a little cry of Frost, Arthas quickened his pace, and soon caught up with Frost's Sorrow, who was crouching on the snow, not knowing what he was looking at.

Arthas walked over to Frostmourn and found his little magic sword staring intently at the snow, crouched down to join her, and asked with a smile, "After so long in Northrend, haven't you gotten tired of the snow?" Frost Sorrow turned his head and said seriously, please continue to read on the Bokan Novel Network......