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In the magical land of Dalaran, farms and fields loom in the green forest, like satellites guarding the central city like a pearl, the faint afterglow of the setting sun shrouds the white city all over, shining with a dazzling luster, and the wide white stone steps meander from the bottom of the city to the top. The tall city walls, the mage tower piercing into the sky, and the magic array covering the entire city are intertwined to form a mysterious and elegant picture.

And in the midst of this picturesque scenery, a team of people is slowly moving forward.

The beautiful tall chocobo made a crackling sound as it stepped lightly on the stone steps, and the knight with pointed ears was dressed in armor, his eyes did not squint, and his expression was unusually stern, and the ranger with a bow and arrow looked at his surroundings vigilantly in a carriage, and did not let go of any sound.

And in the middle of the procession, a splendid carriage, led by two valuable horses, slowly drove towards the city of Dalaran, which was located on the hill, and the wonderful thing was that the two horses seemed effortless, and the carriage moved very gently, without a trace of bumps. Anyone with a discerning eye would be amazed to find that the wheels of the carriage had not fallen to the ground at all, but were suspended a few inches above the ground, a scene that even Dalaran, who was known for his magic, had never seen before.

The convoy moved slowly. Farmers from farmlands and villages gather in groups to point fingers. Excitedly saying something, pedestrians avoided it. Consciously gave way to the way, and then curiously, or enviously looked at the handsome elves in the team as they drove past him, although as the country most closely related to the high elves, the inhabitants of Dalaran were not very strange to the elves, but it was the first time to see so many elves at one time, and these elves in front of him were strict and serious, and at a glance they knew what mission they were shouldering, and those elves who came to travel in the past. Poles apart.

An unconfirmed gossip spread quickly to all human realms through various channels, with the commoners treating it as an after-dinner topic while the top leaders of the nations speculated on its implications to see if they could gain anything from it.

Everyone knows that Dalaran is friendly with the High Elves, but it seems that he has never seen any big man from the High Elves come to Dalaran in person, is this some kind of signal from the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas? They want to strengthen their cooperation with the Terrans? Or is there something in Dalaran that deserves their attention?

In fact, it is no wonder that the top leaders of various countries think more. The High Elves are as famous for their pride as their prowess, and as former allies, these pointy-eared ears only recognize the blood of the former Terran Emperor Soradin. Their covenant is also only for the entire human race, in other words, in the eyes of the elves. All human kingdoms together can have an equal status with them, a single Dalaran. Even if the magic is strong, it is not worth the presence of the big names among them. So the elves have a big man coming quietly this time. There must be some reason for this.

But these people did not expect that this trip was just because a certain prince was too attentive and caused a lot of trouble, and was sent by the king to take refuge.

In the original book, Kael'thas also came to Dalaran and served as a member of the Council of Six of Kenrito, but that should be many years later, when the orc invasion has begun to take shape, based on the battle situation, it is natural for the High Elves to send a weighty figure to sit in the human kingdom, and it will not attract attention, and now Medivan has just come to Karazan, and his body is also entangled with the soul of Sargeras, and there is no complete rout, and he is away from the orc warlock Guldan, It will take some time to open the dark door, so in the absence of any major crisis, Mo Wen's arrival is a bit abrupt.

It's just that no matter how outsiders guess and calculate, the elven convoy still slowly drove into Dalaran.

As a magical city, although many of the residents of Dalaran are mages who are addicted to magic and do not care about the world, there are still many ordinary residents, so even if it is close to dusk, it is still very lively.

The rows of shops, the endless crowds, the magic street lamps, and the scenes that are completely different from Quel'Salas are presented to the eyes of the elves, especially the items such as magic lamps and magic jewelry sold in those shops, which have aroused the interest of many elves. Although these small magical items do not require much advanced magical knowledge, and the mages accompanying the team can easily make them, the idea of applying magic to some gadgets is not found in the elves, after all, the latter spend most of their time exploring the mysteries of magic and enhancing their personal strength.

Walking along the main street of the city, turning left and right, the elves finally arrived at their destination, the Violet Castle, the largest and slender minaret in the center of Dalaran.

At this time, the sun had completely set, but the magic lamp in front of the castle was lit, illuminating the city gate brightly, and more than a dozen mages in various clothes stood there under the leadership of an old man with white hair and beard, with a solemn and serious expression.

"Your Highness, we have arrived!"

The carriage slowly stopped, and an elven knight jumped off the chocobo, walked to the side of the carriage, opened the door, and said respectfully.

"Got it!"

With a voice that was still a little immature, Mo Wen, who was wearing a red mage robe instead of his own battle armor, strolled out of the carriage, his eyes turned to the mages waiting on the side, and smiled at the old man who was the leader.

"Hello, Lord Antonidas!"

"Hello, His Highness Kael'thas Welcome to Dalaran! ”

And the old man also smiled, and a warm smile appeared on his face, which originally looked a little strict. It makes him look a lot more kind.

Although Mo Wen's arrival this time was a bit abrupt, it did not hinder the attitude of Archmage Antonidas. Although the ruler of Dalaran and Kenrito is obsessed with the study of magic, he also knows the importance of the friendship of the High Elves to the whole of Dalaran, despite the small number of mages he brought out to greet Mo Wen at this time, but all of them are important figures in Dalaran.

After a period of routine greetings, Antonidas began to introduce Mo Wen to his future colleagues.

"This is Archmage Ansrem, and he has a high level of achievement in rune weaving."

"This is Archmage Derlandon, and he's a good fighter in combat."

"Lady Modra, a new member of the Council of Six,"

Mage Dalaran is not bad. In Mo Wen's eyes, several archmages have abundant magic power, and their strength is at least the peak of the third rate, and several of them have already stepped into the ranks of second-rate masters, among which the strongest Antonidas has reached the peak of the second rate, and may go further at any time.

For Mo Wen's arrival, these mages also had a very good attitude, although because of their usual habits, their smiles looked a little stiff. But he was really showing his kindness, except for two of them, of course.

One of them was wrapped in a pitch-black cloak, unable to see the exact appearance, and had a faint smell of decay. This mage doesn't seem to be very popular. Several of the mages around him distanced themselves from him as if they were not at all.

The other was a high elf, dressed in dark robes, and looked very haughty. Looking at Mo Wen's eyes, he didn't look at his own prince's respect at all, but seemed to be looking at some rare item. Weighing back and forth. From his body, Mo Wen could feel a strong magic and vitality. It seems to be above Antonidas, the head of the mages.

Chatting with Antonidas, Mo Wen pretended to be casual and said, "Your Excellency Antonidas, I don't know who these two are?" ”

He gestured to the cloaked man and the High Elf.

Antonidas frowned slightly, first glanced at the figure in the cloak, a trace of disgust and regret flashed in his eyes, and said softly: "This is Archmage Kel'thugad, he has a good attainment in spiritism, and he is also one of the current Council of Six Kenrito!" ”

Although he was introducing Kel'thugad, Anthony seemed to be reluctant, just said a few words, and then didn't talk more, and he didn't mean to introduce Kel'thugad to Mo Wen, and quickly turned to another direction.

It's just that he seems to know the weirdness of the High Elf, but Anthony hesitated for a moment, and then said: "This is Crassus, well, a wandering High Elf mage!" ”

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Kael'thas !"

With a light smile on his face, Crassus greeted Mo Wen in a very ordinary tone, which was neither close nor distant.

As a stranger meeting for the first time, there is nothing rude about this behavior, but as a High Elf, facing the descendants of the Sunstrider, it seems a bit rude.

Behind Mo Wen, the High Elf warriors who followed suddenly glared angrily, and a few of them frowned, opening their mouths to scold, but Mo Wen reached out to stop them first.

Looking Crassus up and down, Mo Wen suddenly smiled, turned back to his subordinates and said, "Don't be rude, this is not our kindred, so there is no offense!" ”

The High Elves were stunned for a moment, looked at Crassus, and then quietly retreated. They didn't see any difference in the High Elf, but since His Royal Highness said so, they believed it.

Hearing this, the reactions of the dozen or so mages standing around were different, a few of them remained silent, obviously understanding what Mo Wen said, while a few of them frowned slightly, and then suddenly their eyes widened, and their gaze towards Crassus suddenly changed.

As we all know, in the world of Azeroth, only one race can disguise itself as another race for so long without being discovered, and combined with Crassus's magical strength that far surpasses everyone else, if there is no arrogance, the answer is simply out of the blue.

Dragons, the five-colored dragons who have been blessed by the Titan of the Creator, the dragons with the strongest single strength and the innate ability to master the art of transformation.

Originally, seeing the impulsive appearance of those high elves, Crassus still had contempt in his eyes, and he looked unmoved, but at this time, listening to Mo Wen's words, his face changed, he took a step forward, and opened his mouth to say something, but unfortunately Mo Wen did not give him this opportunity, and said to Anthony casually: "Your Excellency Antonidas, I don't know if I can arrange food and lodging first, I came from Quel'Salas, my compatriots are already very tired!" ”

Anthony was stunned for a moment, and then responded: "That's no problem, the castle has prepared a banquet, I hope Your Excellency can like it!" His gaze lingered on Crassus for a moment, but a smile appeared on him.

Antonidas naturally knew the true identity of Crassus, but out of promise and many years of friendship, he couldn't say it.

For Dalaran, having the dragon clan in charge is tantamount to an invisible resource no less than the friendship of the elf clan, which will only further expand Dalaran's influence in the human countries, so Mo Wen exposed the identity of Crassus in public, and Antonidas was very happy, and did not express it explicitly, but took a tacit attitude.

And in the same way, Mo Wen was also very happy. Not to mention that Crassus's looming arrogance made him very unhappy, and just saying Guò and involving the dragons in the future war was enough to make him steal fun.

Aren't you five-colored dragons known as guardian dragons, and when the Burning Legion and the Undead Disaster are raging in the future, you will not be able to make a move, and if you don't make a move, what will you use to claim to be the righteous side, and you will be left and right among all races? You must know that in the few wars in the original book, the human race will not have many complaints because they can't find a way to contact the dragon clan, but now that Crassus is such a big target, if there is something, the dragon clan can't say anything more.

And Mo Wen is not afraid that Crassus will turn his face, after all, this is the first time the two have met, Mo Wen does not know that Crassus is hiding his identity, and he explains two sentences in order not to be hostile to his subordinates, no one can say anything, plus the identity of Mo Wen's elf prince, it is not so easy to move, and it can only be doomed to Crassus to suffer this loss.

Of course, if Crassus chooses to escape, Mo Wen doesn't mind, without the interference of this red dragon, his plan in Dalaran is estimated to be much smoother.

Sure enough, seeing that Crassus's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water, his fists clenched and loosened, and in the end he didn't say anything, let alone explain, and there was no point in quibbling at this point, he had to consider whether to leave or pretend not to know and stay cheekily.

Over there, Mo Wen walked into the Violet Castle with a bright smile on his face, accompanied by Antonidas.

It was only when he passed by Kel'thugad's side that he suddenly lowered his head, and his lips moved slightly twice, as if he didn't care.

Standing in place, Kel'thugad's body suddenly shook, and suddenly he raised his head, looking at the back that was fading away, not knowing what he was thinking. (The novel "Infinite Valhalla" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lucky draw gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner to "add friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up! (To be continued......)

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