What is happening in the far north, in the frost-shrouded depths of Northrend, is not known, and in fact, no one is paying attention to it at this point in time.

Because the internal affairs of the Eastern Continent and those bad troubles are enough for all the forces involved in this vortex to be anxious.

"Oh, Crassus, my friend."

In the brightly lit Violet Hall of Dalaran, the leader of the City of Mages, the renowned anthropologist Antonidas, is exploring the mysteries of magic in rare tranquility with a scroll of magical tomes in hand.

But when a familiar figure walked into the hall, Antonidas put down the tome he loved in his hand, stood up enthusiastically, and said to the mage who had entered the hall:

"It's been a long time, and you've missed too many things from your long journey, but fortunately, everyone is safe and sound."

"I'm sorry I wasn't here, I didn't fight alongside you when the orcs laid siege to Dalaran, my friend."

Warmly welcomed by Antonidas was a High Elf dressed in red and dark robes, he had the handsomeness of a High Elf, with long silver-gray hair scattered over his shoulders, and a pair of eyes that glowed silver under his raised sword-shaped eyebrows.

His name was Crassus, and he was a member of the Council of Six in Dalaran, and unlike other teachers who liked to use staffs, Crassus had a long sword similar to that used by warriors hanging from his waist, but that sword had a heavy magical glow on it.

Apparently, this is a rare magic blade, a magic blade forged by a special method, which can not only be used to cast spells in place of a staff, but can also be used to fight enemies hand-to-hand when necessary.

This magic blade originally originated in Quel'Thalas, and in the Sunstrider family, there is such a magic blade, called Flame Strike, which is said to be a sacred relic inherited from the ancient elven empire, held by successive Sun Kings, and is a proof of the identity of the ruler of Quel'Thalas.

And considering the race of Shi Crassus, it is very normal for him to have a rare magic blade.

At this time, the High Elf Master looked at Antonidas with a guilty look, and he whispered:

"I also heard about the war near Dalaran in my hometown, I heard about what those orcs are doing in this land, I wanted to rush back and fight alongside you, but unfortunately, some very bad things have happened to my family, and I have to stay there to deal with them."

"Well, I've heard about what happened in Quel'Salas, too."

Antonidas, a generous elder, did not feel angry that Crassus did not come to help, he smiled and touched his white beard, and patted his companion on the shoulder:

"The orcs have also attacked your country, and at that moment, you chose to fight for Quel'Thalas, and we can all understand that your past contributions to Dalaran are obvious to all, and no one will criticize you for it."

"No, it's not Quel'Salas."

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Crassus's mouth, his eyes jumped, as if he was making a difficult decision, and finally, he let out a sigh of relief and said to Antonidas in front of him:

"I have one thing I need to ask the other members of the Council of Six, Master Antonidas, could you please help me gather the members of the Council, this is a very important matter, I must confess some of the secrets of the past to the others."

"Yes"

The old division's eyebrows furrowed, and from Crassus's tone, he had a hint of foreboding, which made the division's expression become serious.

"In your absence, the Council of Six has also undergone a lot of changes, the Eye of Dalaran hidden in the library has been stolen, and the city of Dalaran has been invaded by orcs, our friend Derlandon feels very guilty for this, he wants to step down from the Council of Six, we have persuaded him, but it is difficult to change his decision."

"Derlandon..."

Crassus let out a long sigh, recalling the old-fashioned but kind old mage's face, and he whispered:

"He's such a person, he always carries the responsibility of other people with him, and when something bad happens, he is condemned in his heart, he regards Dalaran as his home, and every mage as his own family... We just gave up on him, and Dalaran couldn't just let his former heroes be displaced. ”

"That's what I thought too."

Antonidas nodded:

"But Dryon's claim that he wants to untroubled Draenor for Azeroth is similar to Khadgar's claim, but unfortunately, Khadgar has volunteered to stay with Draenor and so far, he has barely been heard from."

"Khadgar is Medivan's apprentice"

Crassus frowned:

"He is said to be as unruly and unruly as Medivan"

"Alas, Khadgar was a good boy at one time, and it was our fault that we sent him to Karazhan in itself, but neither you nor I can influence the thoughts of the other councillors."

There was a hint of sadness in Antonidas's eyes, but he quickly changed the subject, and it was clear that the division did not want to say too much about the matter of Khadgar, he looked at Crassus, smiled and said:

"You may be glad that the Council has chosen a new member after our friend Callain stepped down, because the chosen one is your compatriot, Prince Kael'thas from Quel'Thalas, who helped many innocents with the firewing mages on the night the orcs invaded Dalaran, and he gifted Dalaran with a number of valuable books and supplies, plus this prince has a very good image in the hearts of Dalaran's mages."

"In order to strengthen our bond with Quel'Salas, we finally decided to include Prince Kael'thas among us."

"Oh"

A strange look flashed across Crassus's face, and after a moment, he said somewhat perfunctorily: "Well, I'm really happy to see my "compatriots" enter the council... Nothing bad happened to the others, Ms. Modra, and Ruinvivol, they're all right."

"Everyone else is fine."

Antonidas crushed a teleportation crystal, and at the moment when the magic light bloomed on his fingertips, he turned his head to look at Crassus:

"Jaudra has been busy repairing the teleportation array at Fort Watch, which was originally managed by Khadgar... As for Ansleem, he, alas, has been in the Hills Bled Hills since the Orc War, looking after the orcs... He was very saddened by the loss of his apprentice in the war. ”

"I've sent a message, Crassus."

Antonidas touched his beard, looked at the High Elf Master who was always a little strange in front of him, and he whispered:

"The members of the council may return to Dalaran tomorrow, whatever you want to do, whatever you want to be honest with, I have to tell you in advance, it's better not to make too much of a stir, there have been enough bad things within the alliance lately."

"Otherwise, you can tell me about what you want to say in advance."

The old mage smiled and said, "It's good for me to be prepared, you know, I'm old, and I'm likely to have a hard time making a choice when faced with something sudden." ”

This kind reminder made Crassus hesitate a little, and after a moment, he looked at Antonidas's sincere eyes, and he nodded:

"Okay, but we... A wider area may be needed. ”

"Ugh"

This request made the old mage froze for a moment, and then, he stretched out his finger and flicked it in the air a few times, and with the halo of magic and the cumbersome beating of magic patterns, a portal opened around the two of them.

"Then go to my mage tower, where 10 folds of space are stacked, and when fully expanded, it is about the size of a city, enough for you to reveal your secrets."

"Of course!"

Crassus stretched out his hand to straighten his robes and followed Antonidas into the portal, because it was only a teleportation inside Dalaran, so the portal took effect for a very short time, and almost in the blink of an eye, Crassus appeared in Master Antonidas's mage tower.

And when the two of them walked into the hall of the mage tower, they saw a girl holding a magic book, sitting on a chair and falling asleep, she was wearing a blue magic robe, holding an open book in her hand, and a long golden hair was scattered over her shoulders.

"This is my new disciple."

Master Antonidas was suddenly a little embarrassed, he was very relaxed in the management of his apprentices, and he could be called a very gentle mentor, but this master was very strict with the criteria for selecting apprentices, and he was not a real genius in spell casting, so it was impossible for him to look at him.

He smiled at Crassus, and as he walked over to the sleeping girl, he introduced:

"This is the little princess of Kurtilas, the youngest daughter of His Majesty Darein, and the jewel of his palm, Gianna. Proudmoor, a genius of frost and space magic, but who has been pampered since childhood, I've recently been correcting the aristocratic style of this girl that doesn't conform to Dalaran's rules. ”

"Bang"

The old mage's staff slammed against the mahogany desk with a heavy thud that woke the sleeping girl, who almost jumped out of her chair, rubbing her eyes as she held the magic book in her eyes, and looked at the disgruntled mentor and a high elf who looked at her curiously.

Judging from the accessories on the elf's chest, it was also a division of the Council of Six... No wonder his mentor was so angry, it turned out that he had disgraced him in front of his colleagues.

"Cut, old-fashioned old man."

Gianna, the princess of Kurtilas, bowed her head respectfully and admitted her mistakes, while slandering her mentor in her heart, but she still had to blame and admit punishment when she should admit her mistakes, and after 2 months of coming to Dalaran, Gianna was already very clear about the behavior pattern of this city of mages.

These proud mages, their contempt for secular royal power, has reached a shocking level, to be honest, this makes the little princess who grew up in the royal family very uncomfortable, but Dalaran is very yearning for the freedom of mages.

"I shouldn't have fallen asleep while studying magic."

Little Gianna secretly looked at the tutor's face, and she whispered: "But today, Senior Brother Kel'thugad said that my understanding of magic is too superficial, and he requires me to understand the connection between magic and magic transformation within 2 days, and will personally come to inspect my learning results, so I have to..."

As she spoke, Gianna was a little aggrieved.

Master Antonidas is the manager of Dalaran, and his daily affairs are very busy, especially when there has been chaos within the alliance recently, and he doesn't have much time to guide his apprentices, so he handed over Gianna's schoolwork to another apprentice of his own, who was managed by Kel'thugad, but Kelthugad's eccentric personality now seems to have led to some not-so-good conflicts between his two apprentices.

Shi sighed, reached out and touched the hair of the aggrieved little Gianna, and he said gently:

"Well, after a while, I'll teach you myself, but if you need to rest, you should go to your own room, not in the library."

"I know it's wrong."

Gianna said aggrievedly, the teacher shook his head, let his apprentice go down to rest, and then showed an apologetic smile to Crassus, and the two continued to walk forward, while Gianna, who was supposed to leave, followed behind them in a ghostly manner.

The little girl's intuition made Gianna realize that there were some secrets between her mentor and this strange teacher.

"Now tell me your secret, Crassus."

Antonidas waved his hand to unfold the spatial development inside the Mage Tower, and the originally narrow area quickly stretched out in front of the two of them, and soon formed a small town-sized area, he looked at his friend Crassus, who sighed, walked to the center of the blank area, and looked at Antonidas with a guilty gaze.

"I'm sorry, my friend, but I've been lying to you all along, I'm not a High Elf, but..."

"Wow"

In the beating of the flames, the light of the flames enveloped Crassus's body, and the next moment, a behemoth covered in red scales appeared in the mage tower in an absolutely shocking way under the horrified gaze of Antonidas and the peeking little Gianna.

Crassus raised his head, his yellow snake eyes looked at the two people in front of him, and he let out a low dragon groan, and said in a loud voice that belonged to a dragon:

"My name is Clay Ostraz! A member of the Guardian Dragon Legion..."

"I am here for the imprisoned Oath of Life, for my Queen!"

ps：

There are two transliterations of Crassus's dragon name, Claostraz and Courestraz, I chose the longer one, the reason, you guess the first free king of the Tang Dynasty

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