Lieutenant Aedelas Blackmoore looked at the bustling city before him with a sense of unfamiliarity.
Dalaran! The dazzling jewel on the shores of Lake Lordamere, the sacred ground of mages...
For a minor lord like him, without a stroke of luck, he might never have set foot in this city in his entire life!
With the loss of "Thrall" and the upheaval in the Kingdom of Alterac, Blackmoore's life had taken a slightly different course... He had gained nothing from the orc war and remained the same pitiful minor lord he had been before.
Even Blackmoore was rather nervous, let alone the little girl behind him!
The magnificent, magical city had already left Taretha Foxton staring in a daze...
Brooms and flying carpets could actually fly through the sky?
The streets were full of wizards rarely seen elsewhere!
Not to mention those beautiful violet citadels and towers, which were nothing like anything she could see in Durnholde...
"What are you here for?" A battlemage approached and stopped the two strangers.
Since they were currently at war, Dalaran's guards were all on edge.
"I'm a minor lord from the Hillsbrad Foothills!" Blackmoore hurriedly replied with an ingratiating smile, taking out a cigarette and offering it to him.
"This is my steward's daughter. She once happened to meet a wizard from your Dalaran, and that wizard said he would accept her as his student..."
As he spoke, Blackmoore pointed at Taretha behind him.
The battlemage ignored the cigarette in Blackmoore's hand and frowned instead. "Which wizard? Do you have a letter?"
In Dalaran, only archmages of the sixth ring or above were qualified to take students, and even then, strict limits applied to their numbers... What archmage would have nothing better to do than recruit a student from the Hillsbrad countryside...
Besides,