Opening it slightly, Chen Cheng's ears were like seven or eight old electric fans turning at full power, and they couldn't receive any other sound at all.

Naturally, he lifted his eyelids, and all he saw was a white expanse.

“Magister，ettimuerunttimoremagno!nixexpergefactus-XiuwenCourt。 "I was dazed, and there was a hurried voice in my ear.

It sounded a bit like English, but as soon as this thought turned around, my eyelids fell again, and I went black, and I fainted again...

“Magister，primumaccidens，nonsecundumaccidensdicitur，hocnonestnisimalignis-Xiuwenaula?”

“Schnauzeretmalitiosi，facerenonpossumus，hocannoderelinquam!!”

The consciousness gradually turned clear, and there was a conversation in the ear that he couldn't understand, but the voice of one person was somewhat familiar, and it should be the person who heard it before the coma, and it didn't sound very old.

Struggling to open his eyes, what he saw was finally no longer white.

It was a small bedroom, with little space, and in addition to the bed under him, there were three or four bookcases, jagged and stuffed with books. Tilting his head to look elsewhere, the two people who were talking to him had already felt the movement on this side and walked over.

“Praecipitniviutvales?”

The person who spoke was a young foreigner, looking in his early twenties, with thick blonde hair, and the water chestnut looked a bit like a German, muttering in his heart, Chen Cheng frowned and looked at the other party, his mind was still quite clear, and he was sure that this thing was not speaking English at all.

“Quomodo?”

Seeing that Chen Cheng was just staring at him without saying a word, the other party asked again, and then frowned and looked at the one next to him. The other one was a little older, with long silver hair, neatly combed and dragged to his waist, quietly not speaking, but he kept staring at Chen Cheng with great meaning.

“Conversationesors”

Retracting his gaze, the old man silently said something to Chen Cheng, and then turned to leave.

Although he couldn't understand it, Chen Cheng keenly felt a hint of joy in the other party's words, and turned his head to look at the young man who had been chattering endlessly, but stopped abruptly, and looked at him with a surprised face at the moment.

“Conversationesors”

He pursed his lips and said the same thing, touching Chen Cheng's head.

Originally, Chen Cheng listened to his crooked impatience, who knew that he was touching his head to take advantage of himself at the end of the day, and he suddenly came up without anger, wait, touch his head...

Raised his hand and looked at his hand, bent his head to look at his feet, and an even more terrifying feeling filled him, who is this little kid Nima!

If there is one place in the human kingdom that can rightly 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 all the human mages in the world study the magic they learned from the High Elves here, and the mysterious and elegant white towers that dot the city summon the wisdom, status, and power of the mages.

"The top of the world that mortals can reach, built here"

In the lilac light, Chen Cheng slowly read the motto under the sculpture.

This is the Ancient Philosopher's Road, a place where many apprentices look up to the sages or find their own goals in life, although it is located in the southeast corner of the city, almost in the suburbs, and there are few people, but it is still very clean. In fact, because of the existence of magic, the corners of the whole city appear spotless, the white stone pavement is mottled and mixed by the sparse street lamps on the side of the road, and a statue of more than four meters is erected every few steps, the texture is similar to the road surface, like a white jade carving, the carving is extremely expressive, each character is lifelike, and there is a stone slab under the sculpture that narrates the life profile of the person concerned and a famous sentence before his death. They are the sages of this city, the stars in the long history of human magic.

Here, it's Dalaran, the pinnacle of mortals.

With a wry smile on his face, he looked at the sculpture in front of him, Skurango, K. Canalvin. Kenrito's first human archmage, a close friend of Emperor Soladin, was one of the first humans to be taught by the elves, and a pioneer of mankind's ignorant exploration of the magical world, one of the early builders of Dalaran.

The sculpture floats in the air with its lifelike ornate stone carving robes, the wick of the streetlamp glowing with lilac on the side of the road is a suspended transparent crystal, and the stars in the night sky can't hide the sparkle of the spires that spread all over the city.

Here, it's Azeroth, here, it's Dalaran.

From the initial dazedness, to fear, to numbness.

It took a whole month for Chen Cheng to accept the identity in front of him, as well as the scattered and mottled memories in his mind. He is the son of Kenriel, Kerris Kenneri, a mage apprentice of Dalaran.

Kennerry's rise and fall followed Meneshir, and he has always been a loyal member of Minethir, from the ancestor of his squires to his current close retainers. Because of his loyalty, Kennari never set foot outside the capital of Lordaeron, and always served as a court minister, but it was precisely because of his loyalty that Kenriel was able to witness the decline and fall of countless families that had flourished far past him one by one, and he could also follow closely behind Minethil to witness the most glorious era of Lordaeron.

A wise waiter, an eternally loyal guardian. Slowly chewing out this straightforward family precept that was almost a dog's leg, the corners of Chen Cheng's mouth twitched, and there was a trace of mockery on his bones. He was the son of Kenriel, a precept that had been admonished from the first word he had read, but he, Kyrreth Kennery, was only an illegitimate child. An illegitimate child who will never enjoy the glory of Kenriel.

What's more, what an earl, on this continent, a field lord is better than a court earl, a close minister, what is the difference between this kind of play and the chief eunuch.

In the fragmentary memories, although his childhood was not as clothed and hungry as a little cub in the slum, he was also full of white eyes, and he never had the memory of his mother, a father who knew yes but was equal to nothing, and the indifferent lady, so he developed his withdrawn and timid character.

It's really a childhood that is so white that there is no trace of color, although this body is actually only ten years old.

Fortunately, I don't know if it was an accidental recollection of his mother, or sporadic episodes of shame, although three years late, at the age of eight, he also enjoyed the talent test that only nobles have.

This kind of talent detection is mainly to detect whether the subject has magical talents, only formal mages use special magic props to accurately detect whether the subject has a cultivable magical talent, coupled with the astonishing consumption of cultivating a qualified mage, the manpower and material resources required are only affordable by nobles and some wealthy merchants, which is actually the main reason for the low number of human mages today.

Money, status, and power always complement each other, and the stronger the stronger the weaker the weaker it is a common phenomenon in any world. The son of a nobleman is a nobleman, and the son of a farmer is a farmer, which is almost an iron law in this world. Even a very small number of whimsical civilians can only carry a broken sword that is not worth a few copper coins and jump on the rotten road of warriors.

Kelrith was detected with mage talent, although the talent is mediocre, but at least it has reached the standard line, but Kelrith has always only learned ordinary knowledge or literacy before is not even a mage apprentice, and beginners like him generally follow some wild mages to learn the basics first, and then find another plan after laying a certain foundation. However, the surprised Earl Kenneri couldn't wait to stuff him into Dalaran, which was one of the few privileges he had as the court count of the Lordaeron Kingdom.

As a city-state, Dalaran actually does not have a complete daily supply, up to all kinds of magic raw materials, down to bread and milk, although the surrounding villages can provide a part, but nearly seventy percent of the materials are provided by the nearest Lordaeron, the vast territory of Lordaeron, whether in terms of resources or population, embodies the power of a strong human power.

Correspondingly, the kingdom has also obtained a large number of Dalaran apprentices, which are deducted from the share divided by the upper nobles, most of them will be rewarded by the royal family to their cronies and friends in their sphere of influence.

Chen Cheng, no, Kyrreth is the only Kenriel who has enjoyed this privilege in the last ten years.

However, the withdrawn and timid Kelreth showed a completely opposite personality fanaticism in Dalaran's study, and this fanaticism turned into motivation, so that it took him less than four years to shoehorn the basic knowledge of mage apprentices into his brain, constantly grinding and digesting, and slowly catching up with some of the apprentices who already had a foundation. The day after celebrating his twelfth birthday alone, Kyrris, who was consciously well prepared, began to fight back after the arcane energy began to fight back after he failed to attack the First Ring Mage alone, and then Kyris became Chen Cheng.

"No, or maybe Chen Cheng's memories melted into Kyrryth. ”

The mage apprentice named Kelreth looked into his palm, staring at a cloud of blue energy that shifted between his palms. This kind of Zhou Zhuang dreaming of butterflies, the matter of butterfly dreams of Zhou Zhuang was repeated in his mind in the first month of waking up, until the memories of the two, more precisely, the souls began to precipitate and merge, and he began to slowly get out of this confusion, as a Dalaran one-ring mage.