The Council of Six of Dalaran finalized their plan to rescue the Red Dragon Queen, first dispatching Rhonin as a scout.
Rhonin was invited to wait in a room, where he waited for a full seven hours, his stomach growling with hunger.
Unfortunately, the room was empty, with only a faint light. A golden eye was carved on the wall, and Rhonin felt that someone was watching him.
I've heard that Dalaran often holds strange tests to assess whether trainees have strong enough willpower.
Rhonin stood as steadily as possible, his expression serious, as if he were ready to die for Dalaran at any moment.
After a long while, a voice came from all directions.
"You're Rhonin?"
Rhonin raised his head, his face remaining stern, calm, and solemn, believing this would win him the favor of the surveillance personnel.
"Are you ready?" A figure clad in a black cloak, enveloped in Thunder and Lightning, appeared and disappeared, exuding an imposing aura.
High Archmage Antonidas, Rhonin's expression grew even more solemn, and he said meticulously:
"I am ready at your command."
"I appreciate your attitude. No wonder your mentor recommended you. Dalaran has a difficult task for you to undertake in order to save Azeroth."
Rhonin was secretly pleased. Dalaran frequently assigned missions, but they were generally not too difficult, since the difficulty of a mission was linked to one's strength.
Over the years, the most difficult task in Dalaran has probably been monitoring the Guardian Medivh, which happened about ten years ago, when the unfortunate Khadgar accepted the mission.
Before Khadgar, countless Mage Apprentices had mysteriously disappeared in Karazhan.
It was precisely to escape Medivh that Khadgar risked crossing the Dark Portal, embarking on an expedition to Outland, and sealing off the way back.
Rhonin's demonstrated strength is not particularly high, so he shouldn't be assigned any dangerous missions.
"You need to venture deep into the mountains of Grim Batol to find the whereabouts of the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza. Rumor has it that she is in a cave."
"What?"
Rhonin was shocked; this was definitely not a simple task.
A pampered human mage ventured deep into Orcs territory, where Orcs patrolled the ground and Whelps circled in the sky; escape was impossible.
"Maybe I should consider an epitaph and find a better burial plot. Damn it, if I'm eaten by Orcs, there won't even be any bones left."
Rhonin thought this to himself, but he dared not show it, and said with a solemn expression:
"It's my pleasure."
Antonidas, hidden in the shadows, watched him Anjing.
Rhonin was tall and imposing, quite eye-catching, but he was a restless fellow. He spoke righteously on the surface, but he was probably plotting how to escape.
Dalaran wasn't without other options, but sending Rhonin to the Dragonmaw Clan made the matter perfect.
"Take this!"
Two items fell into Rhonin's hands: a small jade ball and a gold ring inlaid with a black gemstone.
Rhonin's heart sank. The Emerald Orb was the Orb of Sight, its purpose being to contact the nearest Dalaran Mages, and it also had a hidden function: to monitor Rhonin at any time.
Losing the Orb of Sight without a valid reason will be considered a betrayal, leading to being hunted down by Dalaran Mages and losing one's foothold in the Eastern Kingdoms.
"I know the function of the vision ball." Rhonin toyed with the gold ring. "What's the function of this ring? It doesn't seem to have any offensive capabilities."
"This ring has a protective function; it will protect you from being discovered by Dragonkin and Orc Warlocks. There's a small side effect, though: if you lose the Orb of Sight, it will be very difficult for us to find you."
Rhonin was secretly surprised; this was tantamount to giving him a chance to escape.
"Once you arrive at the port, we will send a squad of Elf rangers to escort you." Antonidas quickly dashed Rhonin's hopes.
"That sounds like an easy task." Rhonin shrugged and smiled wryly. "Sneak into Grim Batol, and if you find the Red Dragon Queen, contact you using the Orb of Sight."
Antonidas said, "It seems you are very confident, which pleases me greatly. We will assemble a powerful mage force to support you. All you need to do is find the Red Dragon Queen, and they will teleport to your side immediately. No Orcs will be a match for the mage force."
After careful consideration, Rhonin felt that the chances of success were very high.
With a squad of Elf rangers protecting them, who are all experts in jungle warfare and far superior to Rhonin amateur, they would have no problem dealing with a few scattered Orcs.
Rhonin Mastery teleportation magic, so he can easily escape if he encounters a large Orcs army.
This was a relatively easy task, and thinking about it, Rhonin wasn't too sad.
The next day, Rhonin set off for the port. A mid-level mage came to see him off, and Rhonin recognized him as one of Antonidas's confidants.
"We've arranged for an Alliance ship to take you to the shores of Khaz Modan," the departing mage said impatiently. "The purpose of your journey must be kept secret. If it leaks out, our entire plan will fall apart. Don't tell anyone about your mission."
"I see."
Rhonin's eyes gleamed. He had already investigated the Dragonmaw Clan, and to his delight, the Orcs weren't as numerous as he had imagined. Rhonin worked through the night, devising a relatively safe marching route based on the Orcs' distribution.
With enough caution and a bit of luck, Rhonin is fairly confident he can find the Red Dragon Queen, return to Dalaran, earn the respect of the people, and rise to a high position.
The mage who saw you off made no attempt to hide his schadenfreude. "I must inform you that the Elf escort team is gone; Silvermoon City is only willing to send one Elf ranger."
Rhonin's mouth dropped open in astonishment, wide enough to fit a duck egg. This meant the plan had to be changed, and the danger had increased significantly.
"Tell me everything, no matter what other changes there are," Rhonin said listlessly.
"You are the only one we can use." The mage narrowed his eyes and said sarcastically, "The mages of Dalaran have many important matters to attend to, and we cannot send more men. Go, rescue the Red Dragon Queen, Alexstrasza, from the Orcs, for Dalaran, for Azeroth."
Rhonin lowered his head, and for a moment his vision went dark. He regained his senses and murmured:
"That sounds more believable. I was so stupid; I should have known it would turn out this way."
The Broken Isles, Val'sharah.
"I don't like the Emerald Dream," Krasus said with a bitter face. "Ysera calls herself the Queen of Dreams, but I'm not good at entering dreams; it tortures me half to death every time."
Robbie chuckled easily, "It's not that difficult, you just need to find the knack."
"A trick?" Krasus was slightly taken aback. "There can't be any trick. You know how many years I've lived, and I've never heard of a trick to entering the Emerald Dream."
Robbie whispered, "The Emerald Dream is actually a world. If you enter it with your consciousness, you can ensure you won't be affected by the dream. If you enter with your physical body, you'll transform into a dream form. But there's a way: you can imagine yourself as very powerful. Who is the most powerful being you've ever seen?"
Krasus scratched his head and said, "That's not difficult, but how do we find the entrance?"
"The entrance is in Blackheart Thicket; we need to borrow a path from Xavius," Robbie said nonchalantly.