Chapter 484 17. Empty Dalaran

Thousands of years ago, the human empire of Arathor was divided into seven. Under the trend of different pursuits and geographical conflicts, the seven human countries all moved in different directions. In southern Xinjiang, the Stormwind Kingdom, which has essentially broken away from traditional human civilization, is another example, Dalaran, a magical city-state that advocates knowledge and has broken away from the secular system.

Speaking of Dalaran, one has to mention the special system of this city-state kingdom. It has no king, no fiefs of its own, and no people of its own. This magical city is built on the shore of Lake Lordamere, in For thousands of years, it has supported the magic system of the entire human world with its own power.

At present, 90% of the mages in the human kingdom come from Dalaran. The great mages of the royal families of various countries are inextricably linked with Dalaran. This magic city shares knowledge with every talented person, and then Use these people to influence the development of the entire human civilization.

For a long time, Dalaran enjoyed a special status among the seven kingdoms of mankind. There was even a period of time when the confident archmages tried to secretly manipulate the politics of the countries, but this idea was rejected by Tiri at the time. Ms. Aegwynn, the guardian of Sifa, shattered mercilessly, especially after Aegwynn escaped from the control of Dalaran with the power of the guardian, the magical city-state slipped from the top of the most powerful.

But it is undeniable that the existence of Dalaran is still extremely important to human civilization.

The city, and its mages, are the guardians of human knowledge and civilization.

However, recently, the bustling white city has become much quieter. There are still low-level spellcasters in robes on the streets, as well as mages who come from foreign countries to study and travel. Most of the mage towers have been quietly closed.

In the era of frequent disasters in northern Xinjiang, at the request of the king's council, Dalaran had to send magic power to various countries to solve problems. This is also the disadvantage of magic civilization... no matter how powerful and mysterious the power of magic is , but based on the population of the entire human world, magic is still a toy for a few people, and it is difficult for most people to use it.

According to Tyrion's theory, magic is the power of the individual. In the hands of talented people, magic will create a glorious era of heroes. However, to promote the rapid development of the entire civilization, magic power cannot do it... even the most gifted in magic The most powerful Quel'Thalas can't share the brilliance of magic with everyone, and humans, naturally, can't do it.

And engineering, although it doesn't look as gorgeous as magic, is so cool! But it is a power within the grasp of every mortal, and most importantly, engineering is very easy to generalize, works quickly, and costs less.

For example: a junior mage may need 10 farmers holding muskets to suppress, but it takes at least 5 years to train a junior mage, and the young man needs to have enough magic talent, but producing 10 muskets and matching bullets , and how much can it cost?

In the view of the Dark Blade King, the magic civilization of Azeroth has gone astray, being too active in the power of the individual and ignoring the power of the group. The improved road, then sooner or later, it will be buried by low-level soldiers armed with engineering weapons produced by the assembly line.

Of course, that's one of Tyrion's goals as well, but that's a bit far off right now, so let's focus on more realistic things.

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"Good day, Mage Crenthor."

On the shore of Lake Lordamere, in a town full of magic supply shops, a portal mage wearing a violet robe handed a badge to the high-level mage Crenthor who was busy in front of him. Under the situation of Xinjiang, the process of entering Dalaran has become much more cumbersome. Even the magic officials working in Dalaran need to go through several inspections when entering and exiting the portal.

"Speaking of which, I haven't been back here for a long time. Is there anything important recently? Brother."

Mage Crenthall's eyes swept across the chest of the portal mage, he saw the name clearly, and then asked with a smile:

"Duncan? What a nice name."

"You think so too, don't you?"

The portal mage named Duncan said with a smile:

"I also plan to change my name. What do you think of the name "Maduncan"? Speaking of which, there is nothing serious in the city, but recently the archmages have been sent out to perform tasks, so the city is not as lively as usual. By the way, Mage Crenthor, how is your mission in Quel'Thalas going?"

Facing the question from the junior brother, Crensol shrugged, patted the dust off his cuffs, and said with disgust:

"It's terrible. Those elves are so arrogant that it makes people sick. We obviously went to help them, but it seems that we are begging them to help... Let alone, I have to go back and sleep well, and then Go to the Council of Six to report on your duties."

As he spoke, the dusty high-ranking mage strolled into the portal hall in front of him, but the moment he entered the gate, a piercing siren sounded, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in Mage Crenthor's eyes, looking at the rushing hall in all directions. The battle mage who came over, he raised his hands obediently, and explained:

"Hey, I'm fine, relax, guys...Duncan! Come on, get my stuff out of my pockets, hell...I forgot about it."

Under the watchful eyes of a dozen vigilant and indifferent battle mages, Duncan took out a black rune stone entwined with ominous energy from the pocket of the mage Crenthor. After the rune stone was taken out, the harsh alarm in the hall The sound stopped.

"That was a demon I accidentally caught in Quel'Thalas. I made a mistake, everyone."

Crensol, who raised his hands, explained sincerely:

"I have been away for too long, and I have forgotten that there is a program for detecting life forms in this portal hall. I am sorry for causing trouble for you."

"Take a step forward!"

The leader of the battle mage holding a sword in one hand and a staff in the other didn't easily believe the high-ranking mage in front of him. Under his order, mage Crenthor reluctantly stepped aside and stood in a corner where no one noticed. , the light in his eyes kept shining, and finally, as if some kind of power had been restrained, those eyes also became cloudy.

The leader of the battle mages held a special detection spar and checked the high-level mage several times. After confirming that there was no accident, he raised his arm, and the fierce battle mages put away their weapons and returned slowly. Arriving at his post, the relieved Mage Crenthor took a few steps forward and stepped into the portal hall, this time without raising the alarm.

One second before being teleported, the little portal mage Duncan waved the black rune stone in his hand and shouted:

"Brother Crenthall! Your rune stone is still here!"

"Give it to you, junior brother, use it well."

A gleam of light flashed in Crenthor's eyes, and the next moment, his body disappeared in Dalaran's teleportation halo.

A few minutes later, the freshly dressed mage Crenthor was walking on the slightly desolate streets of Dalaran, his eyes looked around, as if it was the first time he had come to Dalaran, and under his calm appearance , another soul is doing some kind of secret communication with the outside world:

"I came in... These mages are very smart. There are detection enchantments everywhere to detect demons and other life forms. It seems that after the orcs invaded Dalaran last time, they learned a little bit, but only relying on These things have yet to catch me."

"Stop playing, Varimathras!"

Cassanatyr's voice sounded in the heart of the Dreadlord:

"Hurry up, find the control core of the Violet Barrier, and destroy it! Anub'arak and its crypt lords are waiting below Lake Lordamere. I'm in the hall of the Council of Six now. I will Cooperate with you, but if you fail... don't I need to say more about the consequences?"

"Got it! Boss, wait a moment, I'll be right here."

The dreadlord Varimathras responded. He turned and walked into a dark alley. At the moment when the shadow covered his whole body, the body of the high-ranking mage Crenthor turned into a cold bone in the painful struggle. And the demon that ruled his soul has disappeared into the air of Dalaran.

On the other side, in the hall of the six-member council, the Great Knight of Turalyon stood by the window. He looked up, and the sky of Dalaran seemed to be the same. Under the survey of the magic eye, a layer of purple light curtain can be seen, covering the entire city in a semicircular shape.

This is the violet enchantment designed and built by the archmages after the orcs and black dragons invaded Dalaran several years ago. It is currently the highest masterpiece of human magic civilization. It is connected to the entire Dalaran and the underground magic nodes. At the same time, in the flashing purple halo, there are two functions of detection and attack at the same time. Any creature that tries to forcibly pass through the magic barrier will suffer a huge amount of magic damage.

It is impossible to forcibly break through the barrier from the outside, unless the attacker is powerful enough to penetrate the underground magic nodes with one blow, but there is no known creature in Azeroth that can do this.

"Turalyon Grand Knight?"

Upon hearing the news, the Archmage Antonidas, who hurried from the Mage Tower, leaned on his staff and looked at the great knight standing in the hall in surprise. The old mage stroked his long beard, and asked in doubt:

"You should be on the Arathi battlefield now."

"No, Archmage, I have just received an order from His Majesty the Emperor to bring a team of paladins back to Lordaeron from the front line to help the Silver Hand eliminate the raging undead in Lordaeron."

Turalyon smiled at the archmage, and said:

"I came to visit rashly because I wanted to use the portal of Dalaran to send my knights into various cities. Because it happened suddenly, I didn't inform you in advance. This was my mistake."

While speaking, the great knight showed the master the transfer order that should have Lothar's name. Antonidas took it in his hand, looked it over and over again, and after confirming that it was correct, the old mage nodded, and he looked at it with some concern. out the window, said:

"What happened in Lordaeron is very sad, but there is something unusual about the way the undead appeared."

"Oh? How to say?"

The big knight was interested, and he asked curiously:

"Have the mages of Dalaran found a way to eradicate them?"

"No, not yet."

Antonidas leaned on his staff and led the big knight down the stairs. He said slowly:

"But we have discovered the weirdness of the undead. In recent years, we have been studying the magic and combat system of the undead. The undead uses the ancient necromancy inherited from the orcs in the world of Draenor. Of course, They have been modified to allow the souls of those who died in battle to return to their bodies and fight driven by the mysterious energy of death."

"But natural disasters are different. The undead awakening ceremony of natural disasters seems to be carried out through a medium, a powerful physical magic medium, coupled with unimaginably huge spiritual power, to achieve the purpose of resurrecting an objective number of undead at one time, so in We expected that as long as we find that medium and destroy that medium, Lordaeron's plague of undead will be healed without medicine."

The Archmage turned to the Grand Knight and said:

"From this aspect, natural disasters are much easier to deal with than dark blades."

"Well, I have to say that the research results of the mages of Dalaran are refreshing every time."

Turalyon rubbed his chin, he looked at the archmage's back, he suddenly asked:

"Speaking of which, you are the only archmage stationed in Dalaran right now? The power in this area is too loose. Do I need to leave some paladins to help defend?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Grand Knight of Turalyon, but as long as the violet barrier remains, Dalaran is safe."

Master Anthony stroked his beard and said to Turalyon with a smile:

"Young people like you are still fighting for the country, and my old bones will persist for a few years to pave the way for young people."

"Well, since you insist."

The great knight shrugged, and under the guidance of a portal mage, he walked towards the teleportation hall. Before leaving, he said meaningfully to Antonidas:

"Take care of yourself, Archmage."