Following his mentor Antonidas, Karin passed through the portal connecting Dalaran and Lordaeron.
Passing through the portal was an extremely awkward process... It was as though he lost consciousness, then felt he had endured a long journey before finally reaching his destination...
Teleportation Spells in reality were nowhere near as advanced as those in the game... Short-range Teleportation Spells were easy to construct; by contrast, long-range teleportation was extremely difficult to cast, let alone form into a stable portal.
Dalaran had only two long-distance portals: one leading to Lordaeron, the other to Silvermoon City... Both portals also had extremely strict limits on traffic and were not used lightly.
Had he not been attending such an important meeting, Antonidas might have chosen to fly to Lordaeron on a Flying Carpet...
After briefly adjusting, Karin looked around the unfamiliar city before him.
In both his previous life and this one, this was his first time seeing the city with his own eyes... After all, in the game in his previous life, the city had long since been destroyed.
The two of them were now in Lordaeron's Mage Quarter.
The person responsible for managing the portal on the Lordaeron side was a brown-robed Court Mage of the seventh ring.
This Court Mage treated Antonidas with the utmost respect... Not merely because of Antonidas's position, but also because he enjoyed an extremely high reputation in academic circles. Even most Elf Mages held him in considerable esteem.
After passing through several gates and walking along several broad avenues, they reached the Royal Palace of Lordaeron.
Antonidas suddenly stopped. An amiable, elderly Priest was approaching him from ahead.
"Your Eminence Faol!" Antonidas greeted him softly.
"Master Antonidas!" The elderly Priest bowed, declining to accept the Archmage's salute, and offered his own greeting.
The elderly Priest was