Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 894 13. Walking with Luo Ning --- Adding more for the FreeNight brothers [520]

Remember to bring a few more clothes, as well as your robe, wand, and casting materials. I have already prepared them for you.

In a mage's tower in the wilderness of Feralas, Vereesa Windrunner, who was wearing a long robe, was preparing various things for her husband who was going on a long journey. She hadn't seen her for several years. She is already a wife, and she seems to have inherited the character of her sister Aurelia, and she is a truly good wife and mother.

Although she is the ranger lord of the high elves in the city of Erethalas, most of the time, she lives in this mage tower built by Ronin himself, and this is her home. And this white mage tower was also carefully shaped by Luo Ning to look like the Tower of the Windrunner thousands of miles away, which reminded his wife of the days when she lived in the Windrunner Manor.

Ah, you don't need to bring so many things...

Looking at his busy wife, Luo Ning, who had finished grooming, stepped forward and hugged Vereesa's slender waist from behind. He buried his head in Vereesa's long silver hair, and said softly:

Just a short trip, I'll be back soon.

Staying at home, the archmage who didn't tidy up his hair and beard looked a bit sloppy. In the sunlight shining into the bedroom from the mage's tower, Luo Ning hugged his wife like he was holding the most beautiful treasure. He said with nostalgia:

If possible, I really don't want to leave here... This is my home because of your smell.

Okay, good.

Vereesa turned around and raised her husband's face. She picked up the razor in hand and carefully helped Ronin trim his beard. Her beautiful eyes were full of tenderness. She said softly:

Everything will be fine with me here, you don't need to worry about me, I know, there must be something important to leave in such a hurry, my husband is a big hero, I know it all...

It's nothing important.

Ronin kept that posture, letting his wife trim his beard better, and he said in magic secret language:

It's just a rather troublesome thing that needs me to get it back, and behind this incident, there may be Tyrion's figure... What is going on in the evil mind of my brother-in-law, probably no one can tell. I can't guess... He seems to be sending those legendary weapons, just in the past few months, there have been several rumors of legendary weapons.

I heard that the Broken Isles have exploded. Many explorers heard about the ancient artifacts and ran there to hunt for treasures, but the demons' offensive over there has not stopped much... What a headache. .”

don’t worry.

Vereesa picked up the handkerchief and wiped Rhonin's cheeks. She said softly:

I wrote to my eldest sister, and my eldest sister told me that everything is fine, so we don't need to worry.

I'm actually not too worried.

Luo Ning smiled and picked up the two rings on the table and put them on his hands. After cleaning up his face, the archmage looked very young and elegant. Standing with the beautiful and beautiful Vereesa, he could be called a man of talent.

He kissed his wife on the forehead, and said to Vereesa:

Then I'm leaving now, I'll be back soon...you have to take care of yourself.

I told you not to worry.

At the gate of the mage tower, Vereesa stroked her long silver hair and waved goodbye to her husband:

I'm no longer the little girl I used to be. I'm capable enough to protect myself...you should be careful too.

Rhonin waved to his wife, and then stepped into the portal shining with violet light. Watching her husband leave, Vereesa turned and went back to the Mage Tower. The valiant ranger lord appeared in the city of Eresalas through the portal. She was carrying a magic bow decorated with gems and gorgeous patterns. This was made by the Sun King for the high elves in order to reward the Windrunner family. A bowstring, a weapon specially given to Vereesa.

Ronin's worries are not groundless. In recent months, the number of legendary weapons in Azeroth has been increasing. Even the war bow in Vereesa's hand is also a treasure treasured by the royal family...Legendary weapons, Thoridar. The Wrath of the Stars. It is said that this is the weapon used by Queen Azshara back then. In this era of gradual turmoil, it has also found a new owner.

Vereesa sat in her office and began to deal with the daily defense work. After signing a document to send Farstrider Rangers to the Broken Isles, she reached out and touched her flat stomach...

There, two new lives are being conceived, but Luo Ning, as the father of the child, still doesn't know the good news...

Just wait until he comes back and tell him.

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On the other side, Rhonin was walking on the streets of New Dalaran. For some reason, he was in a very good mood today...even surprisingly good.

Wearing a blue hood, he observed the increasingly prosperous neighborhoods of New Dalaran. After the reconstruction of this magical city, although there were obstacles from various kingdoms, it soon became the human empire again. The magical center of the city, coupled with the unwilling activities of those warlocks, made the city's underground order worse, and at the same time made the city more and more prosperous.

Maybe because of the terrible destruction, the newly born Dalaran has less pride and more tolerance. On the streets of Dalaran now, there are no scenes that used to be orderly, but it is like other human cities. Similarly, there are all kinds of pedestrians, businessmen, and some travelers from afar, and even some warlocks who could not walk under the sun in an aboveboard manner.

In fact, if you observe carefully, you will find that these terrifying warlocks also have their own thinking, their own emotions, except that they like to die, they are no different from other ordinary people. After the veil is lifted, they become mortals, and thus they are truly integrated into this world.

This is a good thing...too divorced from the people, and the aloof mages will eventually be abandoned...cruel history has proved this point.

Good day, Archmage Rhonin.

When he walked into the magic hotel, Luo Ning unbuttoned his hood, and soon a special waiter guided him into a box. When Luo Ning opened the door, he saw the archmage sitting in the box Jaina, and her apprentice Jindi Sparks, this little dwarf just passed the high-level mage assessment and became a real high-level mage.

For this, she and her father Wendell Sparks, who was doing business in Dalaran, were very happy, because the Spark family, always known as the Magic and Trick Family, finally figured out a real mage, so that day, the Spark family All the dwarves gathered together and almost made a fuss.

Creatures like gnomes... Once they get together, they can easily cause trouble.

Hi, Ronin!

Jindy, who was drunk with fruit wine, hiccupped, then let out a dwarf-style giggle, and waved to Ronin. Her mentor, Jaina, didn't care about her dissolute appearance. Wrinkled, as if thinking about something, she didn't even notice Ronin's arrival until the apprentice reminded her.

Ah, Ronin, you're here, sit down quickly.

Jaina, who woke up from a dream, hurriedly invited Ronin to sit opposite her. After a few chats, Ronin's apprentice, Daphne Marin, also hurried over. So far, the four people who were about to set off together were all here, but in the Before leaving, Luo Ning planned to ask some more questions.

I received your message, Jaina, but you didn't tell me in the letter, what is it that is so anxious?

Luo Ning took a sip of his wine and asked:

And it has to be kept secret... What? Is it some news that is not convenient for other members to hear?

Yes.

Jaina didn't know how to speak. She glanced at the dwarf mage Jindi who was fighting with Miss Marin beside her. She was a little envious of her apprentice's simple thinking and brain. She drank a glass of fruit wine and brewed for a while. language, and then said to Luo Ning who was looking at her:

Not long ago... a few months ago, the Archmage Kel'Thuzad gave me something that I and his mentor, the Archmage Antonidas, left for us and all of Dalaran, Kel'Thuzad told me , that is a blessing given to me by Tyrion, I hate him, you know, you can understand, but I am a little undecided about that thing.

Having said that, Archmage Jaina clenched her fists, and her unique, armor-like gloves gave a light vibration, and she whispered:

I have talked to Alsace several times. Although my husband is also worried about the meaning behind that thing, he encourages me to pursue that legendary weapon. If I am against Tyrion, I must get it .”

Oh? A weapon?

Luo Ning narrowed his eyes. He was also a mage who grew up in Dalaran. He naturally knew that in this magical city, there were too many legends, true and false, and more than half of them were related to some It is related to the items used by the ancient mages. In those vast stories, Rhonin quickly determined the weapon that fit Jaina's current strength and her talent...

You mean, Black Sandalwood Chill?

Um.

Jaina nodded, a gloomy look appeared on her beautiful face:

Yes, that cursed weapon, Tyrion gave me complete information through Kel'Thuzad's hand, I know where it is, and I know how to get it back, but I still hesitate, Luo Ning, can you understand my hesitation?

Rhonin didn't answer right away, because the weapon that Jaina was after...well, it was powerful, but also extremely evil.

Although most of the artifact legends circulating in Dalaran are connected with words such as evil and weird, but few of them have such a long history and curse-ridden weird weapons like the Ebonchill.

According to the legend that Luo Ning learned, many people tried to master this weapon in history, but it has been changed hundreds of times in the millennium, which already shows the weirdness of this weapon, and many holders Any powerful item is dangerous, but few things are as dangerous as Ebonchill.

Rhonin hesitated for a moment, then he said to Jaina:

Of course I can understand your hesitation. If I were you, I would not blindly pursue the power of Ebonchill. Jaina, you are very talented. I believe that even if you don't rely on that weapon, you will eventually Buried in the realm of a legendary mage, but I can also understand your desire, the love and hatred between you and Tyrion is not something I can evaluate, but what I want to say is...

Don't be too persistent. As mages, our history is full of tragedies caused by persistent pursuit or hatred. I don't want to write your name in that heavy historical tragedy with my own hands. Look...

Luo Ning persuaded in the tone of a friend:

You have a husband now, and you may have a child soon. The relationship between you and Alsace is envied by countless people. You will have a perfect life. Don't let hatred ruin all of this. I believe that your father, Your brother, your brother, thinks so too.

Jaina was silent, she drank the fruit wine in her hand, closed her eyes, and let out a long breath:

the last time!

Um?

Ronin looked at Jaina suspiciously, who opened his eyes and looked at Ronin seriously:

This is the last time I will fight for my father and the disasters of the past as the daughter of Dai Lin. After this time, no matter what the result is, I will leave the past behind and start a new life... This is why I don't want to give up six The reason why the Human Council and the whole of Dalaran got involved, I don’t want my affairs to affect this newly reborn city.”

That's why I invited you, Ronin, I hope you can help me, and... help the world.

What's the meaning?

Rhonin moved his fingers. He thought that Jaina summoned him because of the Ebonchill, but now it sounds like this matter is not that simple.

From that ring, I found more than just clues about Black Sandalwood.

Jaina took out a yellowed document from her bag and handed it to Ronin. She looked at the dragon mage in front of her and said:

You should remember that when we were wizard apprentices, we occasionally discussed about the founder of modern magic, the legendary Highborne mage Maitri and his legendary stories. We once thought that the legend of Maitri had long been Ended a thousand years ago, but not like that, the most unruly legacy he left behind is hidden somewhere in this world.

And recently, that rebellious guy...began to be restless, and the global tide of magic power awakened it. There have been 47 times of chaos, and the culprit is it, and if you want to control this unruly power, you must be extremely precise, rigorous, and focused.

Jaina breathed a sigh of relief:

The Ebon Chill is my personal request, and this is the official request of the Council of Six in Dalaran, because mages with mediocre qualifications will definitely have no hope of controlling it. Fortunately, Luo Ning, you who have also experienced that disaster , not mediocre qualifications, the Blue Dragon Legion currently has no energy to deal with the dangerous items stored there by the mages, so the Blue Dragons want you to take this unruly weapon away from their city...Use your extraordinary dragon blood to suppress it It will send it back to Dalaran after the magic tide subsides.

Facing Jaina's praise, Luo Ning frowned. After ten seconds, he put the document in his hand on the table and rubbed his forehead:

You will really make trouble for me...or the most dangerous trouble.

Aluneth...Watcher.