"Buzz~"
With the light blue Portal closed behind her, Dick put on Silver Armor again, hugged Helm, and appeared at the visitor reception center of Dalaran. Jaina was in a good mood. Young Lady took Dick's arm and pulled him, who was looking around curiously, out of the room that was almost completely enveloped in light blue magic Crystal and psychedelic light.
When we actually stepped into this City of Mage, which is almost as long as human history, even though Dick was mentally prepared, he was still so shocked that he was almost speechless by the huge City, which was full of exotic customs.
Dick has already seen Silvermoon City of Quel'Thalas. Frankly speaking, no matter in terms of scale or momentum, Dalaran cannot compare to the Magical Kingdom that was established for nearly 7,000 years., in fact, when the complete Dalaran city came into Dick's eyes, he knew that this City was not even one-third of Silvermoon City.
But even so, the eye is full of towering Wizard's Tower mixed with Violet colors and Blue and White, as well as figures wearing robes walking back and forth on the solemn and tidy magic avenue. Although there is no Silvermoon City The magic broomsticks and mana constructs that can be seen everywhere are novel, but the people's friendly attitudes and strange clothes still make Dick feel the unique vitality of this City of Magic.
Different from the majestic Silvermoon City, the human City built in the center of Lake Lordamere and Alterac Mountains gives people an overwhelming enthusiasm. To be precise, it is the appearance of a highly free thought and lifestyle.
Mage people are always the wisest group of people in the world. They see through the appearances of the world and use the most suitable method to rule this weakest but also the most powerful country in the human Federation. This is almost the most free-thinking place in the entire world.
Dalaran has been adhering to this idea from the beginning to the present. This open governance concept is also the most basic reason why Dalaran can be so prosperous.
It only took ten minutes for Dick to hold Jaina's hand and wander around Dalaran's Street in a very comfortable and relaxed mood. This somewhat made Jaina Young Lady is a little curious. As a Mage who grew up in Dalaran, she has seen more than once the surprise and discomfort on the faces of the nobles when they first came to Dalaran.
"Why are you always looking at me?"
Dick, who was shopping at the hawker stall selling magic items, suddenly looked back at the curious Young Lady. He stretched out his hand to help Young Lady smooth the messy hair on his forehead, pampering him. He scratched the bridge of her nose. This intimate move made Young Lady's pretty face turn crimson. She lowered her head shyly, but her other hand was hidden on Dick's waist and turned 180°.
"Hiss..."
Dick took a breath of air and looked at the vendor who wanted to laugh but was afraid to laugh. Master Paladin snorted coldly, quickly picked up three inconspicuous things from the dazzling stalls, threw down a few gold coins, put his arms around Young Lady's slender waist, and left in a grand manner.
The vendor, who was pale and crying with gold coins in his hands, was left desolate in the wind.
With eyes that can check item information, unless it is a highly sealed secret weapon, this kind of childish "luck gambling" is not difficult for Dick. The three small trinkets he took were the "treasures" at the bottom of the box for this vendor.
A few minutes later, Dick sat in a small Wizard's Tower to the right of Violet Citadel. This is the residence of Jaina in Dalaran, and also Antonidas Wizard's Tower, who once owned it, was sitting on the table opposite him, Antonidas, who had a wise face, Krasus, whom he had met once before, and Archmage, another woman wearing a gold-bottomed red flower robe.
This is simply the scene of a three-chamber trial.
However, Dick is also the "Bigwigs" who chatted and laughed happily with the two Sun Kings.
Naturally, I would not feel timid about such a small scene. In fact, if I were not worried about the upcoming war, Dick would not choose this time to come to Dalaran. Stratholme Regiment's secret training of civilians Paladin was not hidden from Alexandros Eyes, although this Ashbringer stood upright in the face of right and wrong, and was a trustworthy comrade on the battlefield, he was a stubborn old aristocrat after all. Old Mograine's style and aristocratic thinking made him increasingly dissatisfied with some of Dick's "wild behavior" in Stratholme Regiment.
Although the personal relationship is not bad, in official matters, the old knight has drifted away from Dick. Three days ago, the supplies sent from Light's Hope Chapel were one-third less, Warband is bigger than Priest Ms. Whitemane and a quarter of Priest were transferred. This is the "warning" of Old Mograine.
For this kind of smelly and hard rock, Hero is on the side of justice. Dick's lack of political IQ and fighting skills make him look like a wild dog that sees a hedgehog and doesn't know where to start... Speaking of which, this metaphor seems a bit inappropriate, but that's the situation.
Regarding the aristocratic requirements of Holy Light, Paladin and Order of the Silver Hand, this is almost the bottom line that Old Mograine has insisted on all his life. When Grand Knight, Uther, which serves as the relaxation zone, broke away from Silver Hand, Dathrohan ignored government affairs, Tirion Fordring's attitude was unclear, and Isillien and Hearthglen were completely dependent, the situation of Stratholme Regiment suddenly became embarrassing.
Dick believes that if the war in the west Darrowmere Region had not required Stratholme Regiment's participation, I am afraid that a series of Judgment would have fallen on top of his head.
But Old Mograine has his own beliefs, and so does Dick! He knows that "Reign of Chaos" is coming, and the cultivation of civilian Paladin is definitely a strategy that he cannot give up, and Dick is not too panicked. Unlike Old Mograine and the others, Dick clearly knows that the so-called victory over "Undead" will not happen in a short time, at least within 5 years. Five years is enough for him to do a lot of things.
And Dick is not without backup, at least on Quel'Thalas's side, Kael'thas passed the newly created leader Blood Knights, Dick's old comrade Mael-Dawnblade, has mentioned the idea of recruiting in a vague way more than once. If Old Mograine goes too far, Dick would not mind bringing the whole Stratholme Regiment under the Phoenix Dynasty's command.
Well... the topic has gone a bit far, let us turn our attention back to Dalaran.
Chatting with Mage, especially the sophisticated Divine Power and the powerful Archmage, is definitely not a pleasant thing, especially when facing three Archmage at one time. Dick must think carefully about every word he says. He can deceive Old Mograine with such nonsense as learning from Kirin Tor and Medivh, but he definitely cannot deceive these three people in front of him. They are all guys who have really dealt with Medivh.
"Knight Dick, let's talk openly and honestly."
Antonidas did not speak, but Red Dragon mage Krasus spoke first,
"Jaina Mage has submitted a report on "Special Artifact and Energy Classification Analysis" to Kirin Tor Council as her graduation thesis. Frankly speaking, the gold content of this paper makes Council of Six is all shocked. It is hard to believe that there is such a strange theory in this world that we have not noticed. However, I think you should explain to Council of Six the origin of these Forbidden Knowledge."
This kind of forced and pressing questions should have made Dick furious, but Dick's face was surprisingly calm. What else could you do? Your girlfriend has to write a graduation thesis, how can you slap her in the face? You have to find a way to fill the hole you dug!
Dick touched his cheek, smacked his mouth, and felt a little regretful. Maybe Jaina Young Lady's passionate kiss wasn't enough for what he was about to say?
"Uh... Regarding this issue... you know, Medivh..."
Before Dick had finished making up the nonsense, the kind-hearted Antonidas spoke with a smile,
"Medivh has been personally taught by her mother, the previous generation Guardian of Tirisfal Aegwynn, since she was a child, and also accepted Royal Family Archmage from her father, Kingdom of Stormwind Nielas Aran has an aristocratic upbringing, and his character is very arrogant. In fact, Medivh and I were good friends before his temperament changed drastically. He is a very sensible person and doesn't care much about things other than magic and Mage."
Well, this is a slap in the face for old Mage. His meaning is very clear: Stop talking nonsense about Medivh. Even if he becomes a Ghost creature, the proud Kirin Tor will not lower himself to have any interaction with a big-headed soldier, let alone teach him.
Dick was silent. He really didn't know what to say. The facts about Norgannon and the world-changing events were too scary. Although there was no restriction on revealing the characters in the plot, Liadrin, the only one who knew the truth, was Judging from 's reaction, if Dick really admits that he is related to Titans, the best outcome for him will be to be used as a guinea pig by these crazy Mage.
Never doubt a Archmage's enthusiasm for unknown knowledge!
Dick glanced at the three Archmage in front of him, and finally focused on the bright-eyed Red Dragon mage Krasus, and he gritted his teeth.
I'm sorry, Nozdormu, you don't mind if I blame you, brother? The worst thing is that brother will find a way to help you change the future of Bronze Dragon and all Corruption in the future, so you can feel free to shoulder this blame!
"Well... now that I've talked about it this far, I won't hide it from you. In fact, this knowledge was accidentally obtained by me during many time travels."
Dick's eyes were a little strange, and finally fell on Krasus who seemed a little suspicious.
"You should understand that there are many powers in this world that can achieve time travel, such as the most mysterious Time-Lord, Nozdormu His Majesty..."
"Buzz~"
As soon as Dick mentioned this name, the situation that happened last time on Eastweald Coast happened again. The entire room of Wizard's Tower was enveloped in a pale yellow light. Except for Krasus, everyone else fell into the stasis of time.
"Little guy... you are the first one who dares to use my name to cheat... but considering what you did in Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas, I will let you go this time... I won't do it again!"
Nozdormu's deep voice sounded like a yellow bell in Dick's ears. Dick felt a little dizzy. He shook his head, and then saw Krasus's unbelievable eyes.
"You... you can really communicate with Master Nozdormu... It's unbelievable. Is Bronze Dragon about to reappear in the world?"
Dick looked at Krasus's trembling fingers and felt a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said to Krasus,
"Look, that's the way it is, so... let's not talk about it, okay?"
Before Krasus could speak, a light yellow light appeared on Antonidas's body, eliminating the power of time left in the air by Nozdormu. Old Mage looked at Dick very carefully, whispered a few words to Krasus, and finally touched his beard.
"Very well, let's talk about "Ebonchill"."