Kel'thugad Ancinel, the senior disciple of the archmage Antonidas, the leader of the Dalaran Youth School, the current high-level mage, the future archmage Lich, the first dogleg of the Lich King Arthas, as the indirect destroyer of Dalaran, and the only historical celebrity who has seen a real person before in Kyrris, such a sudden encounter made the reborn Kyrryth subconsciously stunned.

The mage's acuity, the next second Kelseth stared at him, Kel'thugad had already noticed him.

"Good Day"

It may be that he has long been accustomed to being surrounded by this kind of gaze, Kel'thugad didn't care, just greeted the little mage out of courtesy, although he hadn't hung up the brooch yet, but the high-level mage had already seen the essence of the first-ring mage clearly, but as long as he was a mage, he was eligible for a certain amount of respect, because this was Dalaran, the holy place of the mage, naturally, the mage apprentice was not qualified.

"Good day, Gen Kel'thugad. ”

After the fusion, the spiritual power keenly discovered this unscrupulous scanning of his own spiritual power, but it could only be regarded as not discovering, fortunately, the importance of the first-ring mage in the eyes of the high-level mage was far less important than the task at hand, and the high-level mage had already turned around and left when Kelreth spoke.

Visually inspect the distant back of Kel'thugad, and along the way, mages continue to salute the golden badge. Kelreth squinted and thought about it, thinking about when this high-level mage began to study spiritism, although as long as it is a high-level spiritism, it must deal with dead people for a long time, and it is easy to detect, especially in a group of mages with keen sensitivity, but as a high-level mage, there are many ways to block all kinds of perceptions, at most it makes people feel that the other party is a little cold, and Kel'thugad, who was born in the Otlant mountain people, has a permanent aura of cold temperament.

Horse-drawn carriage ride to the southwest of the city, in the tower-lined Dalaran, the only area with only ordinary houses, less than one-sixth of the city is crammed with almost eighty percent of the city's population, and of course the mage apprentices who have no mentors.

No matter how poor the mage apprentice is, it is also Jinnar, and the life of the mage apprentice who studied in Dalaran is a true embodiment of this proverb that came out of nowhere.

As a reserve mage, the apprentices naturally do not crowd with ordinary citizens in low and narrow dilapidated houses, all kinds of hotels are scattered in this area, almost full of mage apprentices from all over the world, some of them can stand out, become official mages, move into the mage area, and some can only waste their years here, spend the last silver sirui and then go down, no one cares.

"It's good that I'm the former. ”

The mage quietly looked at the bedroom in front of him, a simple one-bedroom, one-bedroom and one-living room, but it costs nearly ten jinnars a month to train a mage, which is indeed not something that an ordinary family can afford. Coupled with other total expenses, in the past two years, Kenriel has spent no less than six hundred narls on him, even if it is a set of the well-known knight full body armor exclusive to the royal guards of Stormwind City, it is only this price, and many country lords have accumulated half their lives and put together one or two sets of facades. Even the ordinary citizens of Lordaeron would not spend more than one narl a year, in fact, in the rural farming towns, many peasants would not have access to the kinnar in their lifetime, for them, silver is a lot of money, and copper slots are the main currency in circulation.

After putting everything in order, Kyris appeared in the alley next to the inn.

The secret bar is a unique kind of gold nest in Dalaran, because it is only open to mages, and mage apprentices can also go in and try it if someone leads or smashes it with money, in addition to sweet wines, all kinds of beauties, many secret bars also have a lot of private work in the dark.

The fairy gem box is the first place where Kelrith got drunk, and the boss is also a mage, and few people remember the specific name, and they generally call him Old Boren. This old mage looked completely different from Kelryth's mentor, and no one could have imagined that this treacherous old fellow, who always wore a pseudo-medal uniform only worn by a country turtle nouveau riche and had a flashy magic ring in his hand, was actually a powerful mid-level mage.

"What about your boss?" grabbed a drinker, and before he could reply, Kelreth had already found his target.

"Old Bolun, pay me back the wine money, the devil's heart is not as black as yours, your five-year brew is not as good as the magic water I made in two seconds, and what can you do with this magic ring other than being a light bulb!"

In a semi-circular recessed room in the bar, Tirius gritted his teeth and cursed the unscrupulous old profiteer in front of him, if he hadn't been taught by the other party before and knew the other party's strength, he would have gone up to repair people regardless of what the old man was.

"The devil only eats people, and you even compare him to the devil, which is simply an insult to the devil. Smiling into the private room, Kyris sat down beside Tiris.

"Oh, little Kyle, how can you say that about my old Bolun, I can be a mage merchant with a bottom line, I have never only pitted mages, and even mage apprentices are not harmed. Glancing at the little mage, Old Bolun's old face burst into a smile.

"That's it, the little bit of meat that is a young apprentice is enough to stuff your teeth. Tyris, who had taken a sip of alcohol, said as he said.

Glancing at the silver ring on the table, Kyris didn't have much contact with magic items, raised his hand to hold it in his hand, and entered a little spiritual power, the pale silver light began to condense from all sides, and finally formed a ring composed of a larger silver light on the surface of the ring, with the size of the spiritual power transmission, the silver ring also became larger and smaller, and it was sensed with spiritual power, it was just pure light, and there was nothing special about magic, and he looked up at Tires suspiciously.

"I asked him to buy the ring, and I attached the enchantment, although I actually wanted to attach a fluorescent chain. I don't know if it's because I've drunk it, Tirius's face is a little red, and he said with a grinding chirping.

The Fluorescent Chain is a very famous three-ring spell that can form a silver chain to bind enemies, and it is famous because if it is used on non-intelligent creatures, it has a certain chance of being captured, forming a fairly solid master-servant contract, but it is also very limited, and it is only effective for low-level creatures, and the probability is also very low.

Theoretically, any ring spell can be engraved on the magic guide material through enchantment, and the better the magic guide of the material, the higher the success rate of enchantment, but the complexity of the spell of fluorescent chain is ranked first in the three-ring spell, and it is in a small area of enchantment space like a ring, the control degree of the mental power of the beginner mage is impossible to succeed, and the result of the failure of the enchantment will generally come out of some messy enchantment effects, except for some ultra-low probability mutation effects, many of them are only ornamental light and color effects, obviously, the ring in the hand of Kelreth is this result。

"I'll just say that your enchantment level is not up to home, and the best Mithril ring I have provided is already available, you can't let me get you a full Mithril one. ”

The profiteer on the side poured himself a glass of wine, and because it was not his own, he poured it extraordinarily full.

"Why did you suddenly plan to study enchantments again?"

There are many magical side hustles, and enchantment is one of them. However, for life professions, whether magical or ordinary, the improvement of skills can only be practiced in addition to talent bonuses, but the cost of magic life professions will discourage many people, and many mages who enter the pit will only barely get into the door in the end, even in Quel'Thalas, the mastery level is far less than that of archmages. Tirith's talent in enchantment is pretty good, but after the stagnation of the ring ascension, the research in this area has gradually relaxed, and Kelrith remembers seeing the other party a few times when he first entered Dalaran.

The little mage, who had lost all interest in the ring, snatched the old profiteer's hand from the bottle and wanted to add a glass to himself.

"Always save something practical..."

Feeling a little embarrassed, Tirius also prevaricated.

"You kid, even if you go back, the rank of the three-ring mage is enough for you to take the earl's vulture crown and learn what kind of enchantment, does Jangorod still lack you a crappy enchanter?"

"The west has not been peaceful in the past few years, and I haven't been back for a long time, so it's not a way to drag it out like this. Tiris's answer stunned the old profiteer who was preparing for a war of words.

"Hehe, this world, when has it been peaceful, you are just a small low-level mage, even if the western wilderness is overturned, you can't do anything, it is better to stay quietly in Dalaran. ”

"Dalaran is not necessarily safe. ”

The silent Kyris spoke casually, and then scolded himself in the eyes of the two, which pot is really not opened, now Dalaran is far more prosperous than in the past, thousands of mages live here, and there are archmages like Antonidas in charge, which is almost the safest place for mankind.

Coughing lightly, Kyris recounted to Tirith the explanation of the mentor during the day, and Tirith seemed to forget what had just been annoying, and began to verbally introduce the mage tower to Kyrryth.

On the other side, Old Bolun glanced at the little mage with some deep meaning, and walked away quietly, taking away the small half bottle of wine that was still left.