Darkness, starlight, colorful vortex

In fact, Zhang Cheng was not sure what he saw in just a few seconds, but there was no doubt that it was so strange that he didn\'t notice when the transmission was completed.

"Well, young man, don\'t be dazed and keep up. We still have a lot to do today." ansrem ruinville urged him to go straight through the mirror like arch and disappear in an instant.

"Interesting, is this the magic transmission..." Zhang Cheng whispered to himself, hurriedly followed and passed through the arch.

Just a second later, he found that his eyes suddenly opened up. He even stood at the top of a tower more than 30 meters high from the ground. Looking down from above, he could have a panoramic view of the scenery within a few kilometers.

Under the control of a small number of mages, hundreds of tall earth elements orderly piled up stones engraved with magic runes to form a huge ring foundation.

On the foundation, towering mage towers have sprung up. Although most of them are far from being completed, we can judge from the number of mages in the future.

"Well, isn\'t it spectacular? You know, not long ago, it was still a ruin, but with our efforts, it will soon be displayed in a new attitude in front of the world." the Archmage said proudly.

Of course, he has enough capital to be proud. When the whole alliance abandoned Dalaran site, he led more than 3000 survivors to rebuild it from scratch, and even sent a small-scale army to block the steps of the forgotten to expand their power.

Looking at the huge construction site, Zhang Cheng nodded gently and sighed, "yes, it\'s spectacular. Even miracles can\'t be described too much. But I\'m curious. How did you think of building a floating city at the beginning“

He knows very well that the real function of those stones engraved with magic runes is anti gravity. Each piece needs to consume precious arcane crystals. When all the stones are stacked, Dalaran can rise up and become a perfect fortress that can never be conquered.

"Oh? You know?" ansrem ruinville was obviously surprised that a young mage could see through his own plan.

"Well, I\'ve heard a little about it. Maybe you don\'t know. The name of the mentor who led me to the path of magic is Ruisen. He was a member of the kenrito Council and told me a lot of stories about the magic city, so although I\'m here for the first time, I don\'t feel strange at all." Zhang Cheng explained half true and half false.

"Ruisen? Wait, I seem to have heard of this name." the Archmage touched the thick beard on his chin and said after a while: "Ah, I remember. Ruisen, the youngest son of count Ambrose of the kingdom of Lordaeron, the classmate of Jaina Proudmoore, is a fairly outstanding young mage. Unexpectedly, he is still alive and has a disciple."

"Since the fall of Prince Arthas, the tutor has lost hope in life. He shut himself in the house and almost cut off all contact with the outside world. He didn\'t end up depressed until not long ago. The reason why I came to Dalaran was to inform the parliament of his death and return the precious books and scrolls taken by the tutor when the disaster came." With that, Zhang Cheng opened his backpack and took out the things he had already prepared and gave them to each other.

Ansrem ruinville took over and glanced at it. He quickly muttered to himself: "shaping skills of arcane energy", "the connection between holy light and shadow", "on the world after death", "how to make your casting faster" ... yes, these are precious materials lost in the library. By the way, what do you think of the death of Nathan? If I remember correctly, he is only about 30 years old this year, how can he die? "

Zhang Cheng pretended to be helpless, shrugged his shoulders and carefully took out the sad and funny suicide note from his pocket: "I don\'t want to make too many comments on the tutor, but you should be able to understand after reading his suicide note."

"Suicide note? He predicted his death in advance?" ansrem ruinville frowned, pulled out the slightly wrinkled letter and began to read word by word.

But before he could read it, he couldn\'t help laughing, laughing and commenting: "ha ha! Another poor man who secretly loves Jaina, but doesn\'t dare to confess. Well, I think I know why he died. A man immersed in regret all day will not live long."

After that, the Archmage handed the suicide note back to Zhang Cheng, with a trace of disdain on his face. He immediately asked, "so what are your plans, young man, to join the kenrito parliament or go to the south to be loyal to the storm kingdom?"

"Naturally, I am not interested in politics, nor am I involved in the intrigues of adults and animals. I just want to be quiet and find a place where I can study and study." Zhang Cheng made a choice without thinking.

If he remembers correctly, there is a terrible existence trying to subvert the monarchy in the storm city. She is the biological daughter of Deathwing and the famous sister of the black dragon, Onyxia.

Unless you are impatient, you will hang around in front of the big man

"Wise choice!" ansrem ruinville nodded with satisfaction. "Although you are a disciple of Ruisen, you still need to go through some procedures and do some small tests to join the kenrito Council. However, I believe that with your strength and skills, you should be able to pass easily. Come, I\'ll take you to complete these simple tests first, and then take you to meet your friends."

As soon as the voice fell, he suddenly opened his arms and jumped directly from the balcony.

At the moment when the body and the ground are about to collide, an invisible force suddenly slows down the falling speed, and the whole person is like a leaf, slowly falling on the lower steps.

"Oh, my God, this is really crazy." Zhang Cheng couldn\'t help twitching a few times at the corners of his mouth, gritting his teeth, stamping his feet, being cruel, closing his eyes and jumping down.

With the wind whistling in his ears, he just felt that his body suddenly seemed to fall into the water and was held up by a buoyancy. When he opened his eyes, his feet had fallen steadily to the ground, but his legs trembled a little and didn\'t listen to the call