The route of the Scorching Sun Heroes was not too far from the land, and with the help of the clear and sunny weather of the Yongge Forest, Lanlos could clearly see the land on the eastern horizon, and the same golden Quel'Salas reflected in the sky, so beautiful and noble......

Lanlos retracted his gaze and sighed softly, "I said, why are you following me?"

Except for the sound of the cargo ship colliding with the waves, no one responded to him. However, with the help of Sagrete, camouflage in such a confined environment was too clumsy for Lanlos.

"Sariel, right? Anyway, let's talk. Raising the red wine in his hand, Lanlos said without looking back.

The next moment, a sturdy figure suddenly appeared from behind the mast: "You have already discovered me?"

Watching Lanlos hand over a glass that had long been filled with wine, Sarrell didn't take it, staring straight at the other party, as if trying to find anything wrong in the young man's eyes.

And yet she failed.

"Although I don't know how to use force, it's unfortunate that my natural perception has never been weak. Smiling lightly, Lanlos didn't ask her intentions. Two lives, if you can't guess this, his last life is in vain.

In contrast, seeing that Lanlos didn't mention it at all, Sarelle, who had countless excuses flashing in her heart, became awkward: "Hey, don't get me wrong, I went to the island of the day to have some personal matters, but I didn't follow you or anything, don't think about it......"

"It's such a coincidence, I'm also going to the island of the sun. Lanlos interrupted the other party's explanation with a smile, but his words suddenly brought the atmosphere to a freezing point.

Damn, I'm too impulsive. Biting her lower lip, Sareel was so embarrassed that she almost wanted to jump straight into the sea.

There's an old saying that there's no silver tael here, and Sarreel exemplifies it, and Ranros never revealed his plans to go to Fatherin.

However, the latter did not continue to fight the other party, after all, he was a person who had helped him, and he was not a person who cared about anything.

"That should be Silvermoon City. ”

The elven boy's words succeeded in diverting attention, and Sarel breathed a long sigh of relief, and then followed his finger to see the golden buildings neatly arranged at the end of the line of sight, and the towering golden towers stood among them.

At the top of the tower, large and small magic crystals floated in the air, hovering slowly and regularly around, and from time to time you could see a wisp of magic gushing out of it.

The aura of arcane is almost all over Silvermoon City, whether it's the mysterious mage tower, the elven court that could never be built by human power, or the intricate runes on the golden walls, the entire city is shrouded in magic, and the well of the sun across the strait is far away.

Yes, the Well of the Sun.

Feeling the increasingly majestic aura of magic around him, it was as if even his heart had stopped. At the center of the island, Queldanus, a pillar of light as brilliant as the sun itself rose into the sky and pierced the clouds.

The Well of the Sun, the heart of the High Elf society, an endless source of magical power, and an inexhaustible treasure trove of arcane powers. She created the splendor of Quel'Thalas, as well as the way of life of the High Elves.

"What a beautiful city. Sareel's eyes gradually blurred, and countless emotions were in it, but none of them could escape a drawback......

"Aren't you proud of such a feat?" Seeing that Lanloth's gaze had been exploring the island of Queldanus behind Silvermoon City, Sariel's face showed a slight dissatisfaction.

Pride? That's the original sin of the High Elf tragedy......

Shaking his head with a smile and hearing the long whistle in his ears, Lanlos set his eyes ahead.

The island of the day has arrived.

Following the guidance, Lanloth successfully set foot on the land of the Isle of Sun, but before he could take a closer look at the surrounding environment, two guards sandwiched him between the left and the right.

"This is not a place for tourism, lad. The brief exhortation was unmistakable, and Lanlos seemed to have no other way but to retreat to the ship.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here for an interview. ”

The two guards looked at each other, a little confused, but soon, after seeing Lanlos take out the invitation engraved with the seal of the Fatherin Academy, their hands clenched on the handle of the knife finally relaxed: "I'm sorry, sir. ”

"No, I understand. This is not a polite remark, Lanlos has long known about this land from books and Fergus's mouth, as the back garden of the court of the Sunseeker, this is not something that can be visited if you want to, "But can you please help me carry a message, I am not very familiar with this place." ”

"Of course. Feeling guilty, the guards gladly accepted Lanlos's request. Just as Lanlos was relieved, Sarel suddenly passed by, as if he had entered his own home, and walked briskly in the direction of the academy.

Blinking, Lanlos was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the two guards who hadn't gone far and asked, "Won't you stop her?"

Looking at each other, the two of them had a reasonable expression on their faces: "Why do you want to stop it? Sarel often comes to visit the students, and we know each other very well." ”

Recalling the previous exchange on the ship, Lanloth's brow couldn't help but furrow. I didn't expect this Nizi to really have something to come to the island of the sun.

But even so, he still did not waver in his judgment of himself.

In addition to the guarded Nangang, which is the way to enter and exit the island, a bridge across the strait connects Silvermoon City.

As a result, there was no shortage of necessities for the entire island, and it was only an occasional case to purchase some materials from other places, and almost all of the resources of the entire island were given to the Fatherin Academy.

It's no wonder that such a small place can become an all-round military academy, if it weren't for Silvermoon City's strong logistics capabilities, I'm afraid it would be impossible.

While Lanloth was chatting with the guards at the sentry, a female elf came up to him: "Lanloth?"

The tall figure was completely hidden by the robes, so neat that it was impossible to find any fault, the long blonde hair was combed straight, and the serious face made people stay away. With just one glance, Lanlos decided that this was a woman who paid attention to details.

"Who are you?"

"Alona, you can call me, Mentor. A hint of banter flashed across the woman's face, and a faint smile allowed the charm of a mature woman to spread, and the nearby guards cast their eyes on her.

"Uh, I'm not here to be a teaching assistant?" Lanlos asked cautiously, smiling awkwardly.

"Haha!" Hearing this, Alona couldn't help but laugh, "Do you think I'll find a child to be an assistant?"

“......”

"But don't worry, boy, Fergus please let me take care of you, and I'll do it. Nominally, you are indeed my assistant, but remember, I am your mentor. Alona smiled confidently and slowly spread her right hand.

A hurricane suddenly rose around, the magic in the air roared as if it had gone crazy, and almost instantly, a fireball the size of a basin appeared in the woman's hand.

Three-ring spells, fire explosion spells, and instantaneous!

His eyes widened unconsciously, and Lanlos didn't seem to feel the hot breath coming from his face at all, and he didn't come back to his senses until his eyes felt pain from extreme dryness, and the fire explosion technique in Alona's hand had long since disappeared.

"No comment, right?"

"No, no comment, Mentor Alona. Swallowing silently, Lanloth's smile looked a little reserved.

"Let's go, I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the academy environment first, and from tomorrow you will officially participate in my classes as an assistant. Nodding in satisfaction, Alona turned around and walked towards the center of the Sun-Chasing Island, while Lanlos, who was impressed by the strong strength of the other party, hurriedly raised his heel, and at the same time quietly turned on the function of Sagrita in his heart.

Alona

Race: High Elves

Language: Salas

Health: 100%

Spirit: 94%

Mana: 96%

Strength 11, Agility 12, Intelligence 22, Constitution 12, Perception 16, Charisma 13

Seeing that the consumed spirit and mana were recovering at an extremely fast rate, Lanlos hesitated for a moment and added a prefix to this database.

Magister Alona!

The Magister, in the same way as the Archmage of Dalaran, is a symbol of strength and represents the combat power of a high-level spellcaster. The difference is that the former is usually a name between elves, while the latter is the assessment standard of the Magic Kingdom of Dalaran.

It is worth mentioning that as a High Elf who focuses on arcane research, the leader of the spellcaster is called the Archmage, and there is only one person.

Returning to Alona, the premise of the instant spell is either to have an absolutely familiar understanding of the spell, as freely as a dragon spewing dragon breath, or, super magic skills!

And no matter which way it is, if you want to instantaneously inflammatory explosion, at least it can only be done by intermediate spellcasters, and Alona's consumption has made up for it so quickly, it is not surprising that she must have the strength of a high-level spellcaster.

Even stronger!

"What are you still grinding about?" Alona glanced back at Lanros, who had fallen far away, and dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes.

"I'm sorry. Coming back to his senses, Lanros immediately quickened his pace.