Everyone please enter in an orderly manner
"Rhonin! What are you doing? Why are you walking with Master Millhouse?"
While the noisy dwarf was vigorously promoting the benefits of "Guardian Trial" this time, a familiar shout came from afar.
The young mage who was thinking about things turned around and saw Khadgar walking towards him. At this time, Rhonin had not done those "unlucky things" that made the whole Dalaran isolate him, so he was just an unknown young spellcaster in the city of mage.
I didn't even have a mentor, I was completely self-taught.
This can be seen from his "simple" appearance compared to the surrounding spellcasters.
In fact, when Kirin Tor selected young mages to go "undercover" with Medivh, Rhonin was also one of the candidates, but later he was not selected because his emotional intelligence was not as good as Khadgar. It was also at that time that he became friends with Khadgar.
"Ah, you told me earlier that you knew Khadgar."
Millhouse curled his lips and decided to trick the next fool into walking with him. Don't underestimate this dwarf, he was here with Kirin Tor's "secret mission".
"Come on, let's form a team and try the trial."
Khadgar patted Rhonin on the shoulder, winked at his friend and said:
"I have "inside information" here."
"But I just came here to join in the fun."
Rhonin knows how much he weighs. He has just become an official mage not long ago. He is far from the level of Grand Magus. How can he be qualified to participate in the competition of Staff of the Guardians of Tirisfal?
He really came here to join in the fun.
He crashed into the sea outside Stormwind along with the ruins of Dalaran a few days ago. The place is currently closed for repairs, but Harbor District can be reached by boat in ten minutes, so in the past few days, the mages have been resting and living in Stormwind.
Those who have the connections can live in manors in the city or in official residences. Grand Maguss are also invited to live in the Royal Mage tower of Stormwind Keep.
Those who have no means can only pay for their own money to stay in a hotel. Fortunately, the hotels in Stormwind are of good quality, and Golden Rose is a first-class luxury place. If you don't mind the poor environment, you can also stay in a hotel in Goldshire or Northshire Abbey.
Rhonin was short of money and spent all his money on buying materials and magic books. He was in the worst grade and could only live in Stormwind's recruit barracks.
Fortunately, this guy has a good attitude and doesn't care.
"Your kid hasn't contacted me in the past few days. I thought something happened to you."
Khadgar ignored Rhonin's polite refusal and dragged him outside Mage Quarter, then got into a carriage that was not too luxurious. In the carriage, Rhonin looked at Khadgar's robe and the magic book on his waist and joked:
"You are so prosperous now. Who would have thought of the hardships we suffered when we were apprentices at Dalaran."
"Yeah, who would have thought that when we were at our lowest, we were living in the sewers and almost got involved in a fight among the little mages?"
Khadgar grinned.
Since the invasion of Orcs, he has been under great pressure. Although the matters handled by Marshal Lothar are very important, Khadgar is just a young man after all. Now he has finally met a good friend who bombed fish ponds together when he was down and out, so naturally he has to entertain him.
He generously handed his magic book to Rhonin and said angrily:
"I'm giving it to you, don't refuse."
"You can't do it, you can't do it."
Rhonin Although he is poor, he has dignity and does not allow himself to accept charity.
Khadgar shook his head and said:
"This is not a charity, Rhonin, the enemy we have to deal with this time is very dangerous.
I have to buy you a decent set of robes and staff later. Don't be polite to me. Medivh left all his Mage Tower to me as Legacy. I don't know how to spend the money I have. Some time ago, a Loa God complained that I was a damn rich man.
I didn't realize it myself.
Moreover, didn't you say before that you hoped to become an outstanding Grand Magus like Kael'thas Sunstrider? Although I know you don't regard Prince Kael'thas as an idol, but fortunately."
Khadgar said mysteriously:
"He is our "teammate" on this trip,
Hush, don't ask too much, this is the secret of the big shots, and I am not inviting you as a "servant". My friend, you have your own responsibilities in the team, so do you still want to refuse these?"
Tens of minutes later, through a crisp teleportation magic, Rhonin and Khadgar arrived at the upper level of Karazhan Mage Tower.
When the two people emerged from the light of Teleportation Spell, they saw the serious butler Moroes staring at Khadgar with great dissatisfaction. Next to Moroes were two pretentious black-skinned elf attendants.
They also wore caster robes with the Karazhan raven emblem printed on them, dressing themselves up very elegantly.
It can be seen that these Nightborne and "Light Eater" people with many faults like this luxurious tower Karazhan very much and are proud to work in it.
Moroes also likes them.
The main reason is that the Nightbornes were well trained by Elisande. They all have outstanding manners. They have inherited the prosperous demeanor of the Elven Empire period and have some knowledge of magic. Some of them are skilled in magic and can even repair golems. This makes the butler think that they are very suitable to serve as Karazhan's "service personnel" and managers.
"Robin! I told you that you must return to Karazhan once a week. You are the temporary owner of this tower. I can't regret telling the guests that you can't attend every banquet!"
Moroes scolded:
"I know you have a loose nature, but you represent the face of Master Medivh!"
"Oh my God, Moroes, this is war time! I am Magic Advisor of Marshal Lothar. How can I have time to attend these weird banquets?"
Khadgar is almost going crazy.
As Rhonin watched with suppressed laughter, his "Second Generation Mage" friend clasped his fingers in despair and said:
"Last week you had to entertain Warlord Margok, which was quite decent. After all, he is the leader of spellcasters in another world. I should come forward, so I am here.
Last week you hosted Prince Kael'thas and his fiancee and followers, and I attended on time.
But last week, you told me that a group of Trolls priests came to visit and asked me to attend. I don't understand, what is there to communicate between us humans and Trolls?"
"You're stupid. Ahem."
Moroes was also going to be furious, but he tried hard to maintain his dignity in front of the guests. He sighed and said:
"Those are the Loa sages of Zandalari!
The dignity of his status is far beyond that of the mages of Dalaran, but you have spent so much time communicating with that Modera Grand Magus that I even wonder if you have fallen in love with that Grand Magus who is old enough to be your grandmother?
And your relationship with Ms. Garona is also... but this is not a bad thing."
The butler showed a subtle smile and looked Khadgar up and down, seemingly intending to find some "advantages" in this guy that he had not discovered before.
After a few seconds, he shook his head with a regretful expression and said:
"Ms. Garona's family background is quite prominent. Just the fact that she is the granddaughter of Vigilant is enough to make her one of the most distinguished young people in the world. Forget it, I won't interfere in these matters.
But you'd better behave decently next!
Your Majesty Vigilant, Marshal Lothar, Llane, Archbishop Faol and Prince Kael'thas, Warlord Margok are all enjoying tonight's opera at the opera house. Later, they will discuss important matters in the banquet hall. Mistress and her friend Master Meryl will also come.
You go and wash up.
This friend of yours is coming with me. We have to dress you up first. We can't let Robin's friend lose his etiquette in front of the distinguished guests."
After saying that, Moroes waved his hand, and the two Nightborne attendants next to him stepped forward with the most elegant and orthodox "Empress Azshara Court Gait" steps. They picked up Rhonin one on the left and the other on the right, and took him to the bathroom.
"You need to work on your distinctive red hair and your overly, well, carefree beard."
Nightborne on the left said with an authentic Suramar accent Thalassian:
"The tailor master is already waiting. You also need a set of robes that match your identity. Are you Grand Magus?"
"Uh, I'm not."
"Then we can only use moon cloth as the material."
The name Nightborne said regretfully:
"In the Elven Empire era, low-level spellcasters could only wear robes made of this material, otherwise they would be regarded as "arrogant"."
"You will also need a staff as your primary weapon."
Another Nightborne looked Rhonin up and down and suggested:
"We have Empress Classic Style Crystal Laurel Staff, Suramar Traditional Style Dim Light Eternal Night Staff, Azsuna modern style star-moon stone wand, Eredar Star Sea Style Lightforged Crystal Staff, and what I don't recommend the most, Quel'Thalas nouveau riche country style Quel'dorei Golden Staff for you to choose from.
Don't worry, they're all good wands provided for free."
This series of choices left Rhonin at a loss.
Huh?
Does the staff still have style?
Can't you just pick the cheapest and most affordable yew staff at the "Battle Witch" staff store and use it?
There are so many rules in your upper class society.
"Um, is there a human-style staff?"
Rhonin asked in a low voice.
The two Nightborne looked at each other, and they sighed regretfully and said:
"Of course there is, the rod of human Grand Magus, which is not classy at all. You can hold it to participate in a high-end party attended by three distinguished demigods tonight."
"If you plan to lose Dalaran's little face."
The two Nightbornes exchanged words with each other, causing Rhonin to shut up.
Next, "poor boy" Rhonin felt that his eyes were opened. He first cleaned his body in Karazhan's luxurious bathroom with the help of several Nightborne maids, and then finished his face grooming by an elf barber with a master's style. Then he selected two magic rings that were as least luxurious as possible from the ten cabinets of jewelry left by Medivh.
Finally, he saw with his own eyes that the master tailor of the Elven Empire period tailor-made a set of mooncloth magic robes with quite good effects for him. He decided to follow the advice of the Nightborne attendant and chose a Azsuna style Star-Moon Staff as a walking stick.
But before leaving, he asked again:
"Well, can I pick another sword? My swordsmanship is not bad, and a low-level mage like me is more comfortable with a sword when fighting."
"Of course, it's a surprisingly "high-end aesthetic"!"
Nightborne, who has always been dissatisfied with Rhonin's various behaviors, his eyes lit up and he said:
"The Magic Princes of the imperial period also used wands to fight with weapons, especially Prince Tortheldrin. His Hurricane Swordsmanship is the best in the empire. Of course, Sunstrider's Phoenix Swordsmanship is also top-notch."
In the end, Rhonin got a one-handed sword named "Dragon Scale" to wear on his waist.
It is said that this is the Blue Dragon sword collected by Aegwynn, which is priceless.
When the sighing Khadgar also appeared in a new dress, he saw Rhonin walking cautiously, which made Khadgar laugh.
"What's wrong with you? Can't you walk anymore?"
He said jokingly:
"If you go like this, you will be laughed at by those mean High Elf. You see, even the "Light Eater" attendants are laughing at you. Don't you think that the poems they recite are praises? I dare not translate the content for you.
It's really mean."
"I can understand Thalassian, I don't need you to translate, but what can I do?"
Rhonin rolled his eyes and sighed:
"Everything I have on my body now is more expensive than my whole person, Khadgar! What kind of young master life have you been living during this time?"
"That's why I don't want to go back to Karazhan."
Khadgar, who was dressed the same as Highborne Magic Prince, sighed helplessly and said:
"Before, Moroes was only strict, but after those outrageous "Light Eater" elves came over, he quickly became strict and focused on "respectability", and became a fanatical supporter of the Elven Empire Master's rituals.
Of course, I know that Moroes wants to use this method to reshape Medivh's ruined reputation.
I have no ill will towards him personally. Although he is strict, he is indeed a very good elder, but
I'm not suitable for this kind of life.
Perhaps, being a roaming Wild Mage is more suitable for me.
It's a pity that we were born in this unstable era, Rhonin, we all have our own missions that we need to bear.
Let's go, follow me, friend, and bravely walk into our lives."
Rhonin nodded, but when he stepped forward, he suddenly saw a mysterious crack appearing in the corridor in front of him.
"What is that?"
He asked curiously.
"Oh, Fate Rift, it's a strange thing made by Medivh."
Khadgar said:
"It is said that you can see your future destiny in it, but I think it is a bit exaggerated. I watched it several times, and what I saw was different every time. Sometimes I was with Garona, sometimes I was with Ms. Modera, and most of the time I actually had my legs broken and was sitting in a strange Arcane wheelchair.
Go take a look and see what you can see?
I'm waiting for you here."
Rhonin was also a little curious about where his fate would go. He strode forward and looked at the crack.
In the first moment, he saw his majestic self roaring and pushing another woman into the portal, and then the fiery Arcane Magic reduced himself and the city to ashes.
This startled him.
When he was about to take a closer look, he found that the picture in front of him quietly transformed into himself wearing pajamas, holding a silver-haired elf, sitting by a warm fireplace, with two cute Half Elf children curled up in his and the elf's arms, and he was holding a book and telling stories to the two little ones.
Although this scene lasted only a moment, the warm and healing back and the scene of destruction were engraved in Rhonin's heart like "heaven and hell".
Although he is a little mage, he is not stupid.
He knew that this was his future destiny, but it was changed. His future was turned from a painful death to a warm and peaceful ending.
Although he didn't know who did it, he felt that he should really thank him.
"What did you see? You were smiling so strangely?"
Khadgar asked curiously, Rhonin smiled and said nothing. As he followed Khadgar into the banquet hall, Rhonin's heart jumped sharply in the next moment.
Because he saw the silver-haired elf
The girl with whom I will spend my whole life in the future!
She was sitting on the follower's seat behind Prince Kael'thas, talking to a blond elf warrior.
"Huh?"
As a powerful ranger, Vereesa·Windrunner felt that someone was watching her. She suddenly turned around and saw a well-dressed red-haired human in an elf-like style, smiling stupidly at her.
This made Vereesa curl his lips, snorted and turned his head away from the guy.
"What's wrong?"
Finna Goldsword, who was still immersed in the wonderful opera just now, asked curiously. Vereesa waved his hand and said:
"It's nothing. It's really unlucky to meet a fool."
"That's the thing. I'm not implying that Atiesh - Guardian's Scepter's successor has been "definitely determined", but the fact is that if Prince Kael'thas and Warlord Margok both participate in this trial, then there is a high probability that the successor of the Holy Staff will be selected from between the two.
Other participants do not have your exaggerated strength, nor do they have your arrogant power.
They are destined to be participants only.
But the "kind-hearted" Blue Dragon and the red dragon also provided generous rewards to the participants, which means that as long as the casters and warriors dare to participate in the battle with Shadow Council, they will not return empty-handed."
On the round table, the semi-giant Human Form Diakum spread his hands and said to the participants in front of him:
"However, Lothar and I set up this game tonight not to engage in a "cake sharing" trick, but to tell you that the most important part of this trial is not the selection of the holy staff, but to rescue the "important people" trapped in the dream of that high tower.
That is the leader of the Green Dragon Legion, the Lord of Dreams "Ms. The Sleeper" Ysera."
"That is an important figure related to the fate of the world."
Karazhan's Mistress, Star Soul Guardian Aegwynn then spoke:
"We will also send people to participate, but Diakum has to sit on the battlefield to defend against Greater Demon who may appear, and I have other important matters, so this matter will be handed over to your Excellency Meryl Winterstorm to take charge of the command.
Shadow Council controls the dream. The cowardly guys set the rules of the dream for their Mage Tower. It is difficult for strong men above the level of demigods to move freely in it. The dream is not the domain of Holy Light. In order to ensure that everything goes smoothly, Diakum will not get too involved in it.
I can even allow that bastard Zuluhed to escape in this battle, but Green Dragon Queen must be released!
Dragon Soul It's best to take it back, but if that doesn't work, destroy it!"
"Isn't it a pity to destroy such a powerful artifact?"
Warlord Margok, who was also dressed up today, asked somewhat sadly:
"Can't we take it in our hands and let the evil force fight for justice?"
"That's dangerous."
Prince Kael'thas, who has flowing blond hair, slightly feminine but perfect manners, elegantly explained:
"Wizard Head, you don't know much about the history of Azeroth. Dragon Soul has another owner. It is a very, very dangerous existence. Considering the current situation of the Eastern Continent, I think we'd better not provoke it.
Destroying it is the best solution."
"This is a difficult task that may even put you at risk of death. There are not only Zuluhed holding artifacts in the tower, but also Undead, demons and other strange things."
Lothar said in a deep voice:
"Archbishop Faol and I will lead Ash Knight Order to open the way for you, but the rest will be left to you."
Warlord Margok and his biggest rival Kael'thas looked at each other, but even the arrogant Ogre Warlord had to admit that the prince High Elf in front of him was perfect in every aspect.
During this period of study, it studied spells with Kael'thas many times, and it must admit that Kael'thas's talent is even better than its own.
But the more this happens, the less Wizard Head will give up.
After seeing Azeroth's "natural treasures and outstanding people", this great wizard from a "small place" not only did not give up, but also strengthened his determination to do something big.
It is precisely because of the greed and desire in its bones that it cherishes victory even more.
"The danger of this matter cannot be doubted, so as the initiator, I have specially prepared an extra "reward" for you."
Diakum spread his hand and let the divine rune carrying Tyr's divine power float into the sky surrounded by lightning. At this moment, both Kael'thas and Mar'gok were attracted by this thing.
"The remains of Defender, shaped by Aggramar's own hands, carry the power of another Defender that was poured into it by his own hands."
Vigilant introduced:
"Although this "Order Rune" cannot allow the caster to break through the shackles of the demigod in a short period of time like Atiesh - Guardian's Scepter, it can create a perfect Arcane foundation, allowing the mage to embark on the most orthodox Arcane road in the star sea.
Therefore, you will not return empty-handed.
This is the will of Holy Light. Everyone, no matter what your purpose is in coming here, you will all become "evil Warlock killers".
Earn merit for yourself and try to become a proud guardian."