Chapter 2037: Stepping into Dalaran

When many people enter Dalaran for the first time, the first thing they will do is run to the edge of the city and watch the white clouds drifting under them.

Zelin is no exception.

Zelin will definitely not just give up an opportunity to see the beauty that may not be seen for a lifetime just to be reserved.

"The Krasus Platform is the best viewing spot." Tuvis followed Zelin and introduced it to the Demon Hunter. "Of course, this is one of Dalaran's city gates in a sense. The flight controller and the portal platform are all in this place, and those who enter Dalaran through normal teleportation methods will appear on the Krasus platform."

It was as if there was a certain force uplifting the entire city, catapulted into the sky, and turned into an island floating in the clouds. With the highest violet fortress as the center point, the stacked magic towers spread out in a fan shape, from high to low, forming a spire jungle. This is where the archmage of Dalaran and their apprentices live. Among the magic towers, the low dome roofs constitute the basic dwellings of Dalaran: soldiers, rangers, merchants, blacksmiths, tailors, chefs, doctors, and all kinds of people who provide basic services to the city live in Under these domes. The sloping streets are paved with neat stone slabs, and both sides of the roads are decorated with flowers and potted plants, blooming against the seasons.

This is not just a city.

This is a top-notch artwork.

"Come here, my shop is in this place." Tuvis guided the demon hunter towards the magic business district to the north of the city. Zelin withdrew his gaze from the sea of ​​clouds outside. Several other islands of different sizes were floating around Dalaran. Some islands had towers and some were scattered with ponds. Several men and women in casual shirts carried them. The fishing rod was fishing by the pond.

"I want to get a shop here. It must have taken a lot of your work."

"Perhaps, but if you have a good relationship with the people here not long after flying to the sky in Dalaran, then this is not too difficult. There are not many residents here, but the consumption power of mages here far exceeds Ordinary people, as well as powerful adventurers working for the Council of Kirin Tor. If you are interested, you can go to the Magic Inn, where they gather, sometimes in the sewers, but if you want to go to the sewers, I suggest you Bring money for hiring bodyguards."

If Zelin is a local, he might try to seek to join the team of adventurers under the Kirin Tor Council. There is no doubt that a council with such a city will certainly not be stingy with its subordinates, just as the Novigrad City Council used to spend a lot of money to arm its mercenaries until the eternal fire secretly took over the city.

"The sewer sounds dangerous. Are those bodyguards strong?"

"No, they are very weak. I guess you can easily defeat both of them."

"Then why should I hire them?"

"Because the bodyguard around you means that you have paid the protection fee, and other people will not dare to attack you."

To the south of the magic business district is the Temple of the Guardians, to the west is the Violet Castle where the Kirin Tor Council is located, and to the east is the Temple of the Sunreaver. Under the Violet Fortress, the fully armed Kirin Tor guards holding a spear studded with crystals, blocking the open space in front of the castle. Therefore, Zelin and Tuvis could only bypass the street in front of the Temple of the Sunreaver and head to the magic business district. On the side of the road, a high elf warrior carrying a big sword is standing next to a truck. In front of the truck, a human girl is selling flowers to pedestrians passing by. On the other side of the truck, a tree man held the basket with branches, stretched out an arm made up of another branch, and took off the apple from the branch on his forehead.

"For safety reasons, don't approach the Kirin Tor Castle. People from the Alliance and the Horde are arguing in it." Tuvis explained, floating on the stone road. "Some time ago, doomsday propagandists appeared in Dalaran, distributing leaflets. So don't do anything that would be considered out of control by the Kenrete Guardian."

"Distribute flyers?" Zelin raised his eyebrows. "Did they find the master behind the scenes? Oh, don't mention the doomsday flyer. I have a headache when I hear the news."

"I found it. It's the great chaebol Gary Vickers. He is advertising the evacuation measures of Königsaw Palace and renting out flying rockets that claim to be able to escape the planet." Zelin believed that if Tuvis had a cheek, he must be smiling. "Actually, some people do believe Gary Vickers’ propaganda. I said that the first half is the entertainment facilities of the Klang Valley. As for the second half, anyone who hasn’t left their hometown for the first time should know that the last time. Believe it--what happened to the Kezan goblin who escaped from the shipwreck."

"Huh?"

"The volcano in the Cozan Islands erupted, and then the big chaebol asked everyone to spend all their savings to buy a ticket to escape the ship, and then colluded with the pirates when they arrived at sea, and sold all the goblins on the ship for a good price. As a merchant, I must admit that he used legal means to search for the wealth of the entire Cozan Islands. Oh, relatively legal. After all, pirates are also legal, right? But as a long-term businessman, he has basically destroyed all his credibility. , Especially the group of sold goblins survived and became adventurers working for the tribe. Go here."

In the magic business district, almost all the shops in Dalaran are gathered in this place. In the transparent glass greenhouse, tauren and humans take care of magical herbs that emit lavender fluorescence. At the entrance of the Magic Hotel opposite, the enchanted broom automatically sweeps the dust in front of the door. A troll and an orc walked down the steps, obviously drunk. In the Hall of the Inscriber next to the herbal shed, a pandaman splashed ink on a piece of papyrus, and another dwarf hung a landscape oil painting on the wall. On the rotating rocket and rotating griffin in front of the wonderful toy store, a draenei child and an elf child are sitting on it, and as the toy rotates up and down, bursts of joyous screams.

"It's here."

Tuvis floated into the shop opposite the Wonderful Toy Store. The sign on the shop door was a broken sword that was swinging. Although the sword was broken, a magical meteor hammer flew out of the broken mouth. Under the sign, the name of the shop is written: Simple Enchantment.

In the shop, several candles are held by magic and float above the head to provide bright light in the shop. An enchanter turned his back to the store door, and he stretched out his hand, and a tray with various enchanting materials and tools floated to him.

"Good morning, Nathanis, it's nice to see you working hard."

The handsome male high elf turned around, his light blue eyes saw the phantoms floating in, and he refocused his attention on the parchment on hand. "I'm very happy to see that you are safe. But please forgive me, I have more important work to do. The messenger of the Council of Six ordered a batch of rings with enchanting power mantras this morning. When will the shipment you promised? Arrived?"

"They have arrived and are waiting in Karazhan." Tuvis walked into the store, and there was a platform with a phantom style on the right hand side of the door. "This is the delivery person I and you mentioned, and just half a month ago completed the commission of Prince Anduin to unearth the spies of the Burning Legion in Stormwind. Zelin, this is Nathanis, our shop The chief enchanter, this is Irty."

The Ethereal pointed to a beautiful high elf.

Along the way, he introduced to Zelin some common sense as an outsider that needs attention in Azeroth. For example, those with white skin and pointed ears may be blood elves or high elves. The former was soaked in magical air for a long time, and his eyes were emerald green. He had a deep dependence on magic, so that he developed a symptom called magic addiction and was a member of the tribe. The eyes of the latter are sky blue. They are also masters of magic and archery, but they are not many. They serve for the alliance in the name of the organization of the Silver Covenant.

Ilti raised his eyes, nodded, and then returned his attention to the parchment in front of him.

"This is Vanessa Sellers." The last employee was a brown-skinned woman. She smiled cautiously at Zelin, then lowered her head, scooped up a touch of emerald green dust with a spoon, and put it down. Weigh on the balance. "Our field enchanter, the best decomposer. The magical accessories you brought can just be handed over to her to decompose them and turn them into valuable enchanting materials."

"So, you are the store manager here?" Zelin asked Tuvis curiously.

"No, the store manager here is the Starsong Master." Nathanis said. "The archmage accepted a mission from Kirin Tor and left temporarily. This Ethereal is a partner of the archmage and our transmogist here."

"Now that you know, Zelin, you can get acquainted with the environment in Dalaran first, and in the afternoon, I want to discuss with you about establishing a stable purchase channel."

"No problem, besides, I see you have mage robes here." Zelin said suddenly, his eyes jumping on the three enchanters. "Can I buy one?"

"Do you want to be an enchanter?"

"No, of course not. A person I know needs an apprentice robe. I originally planned to go to the tailor shop to buy it. However, if you have unused clothes here, maybe I can buy one directly? Instead of waiting for the tailor Take it away when you're done."

Yamily seemed to be worried about her being late, so Zelin decided to buy a suitable one.

This is not a difficult task for the enchanters. In fact, each of them has a lot of replacement robes, as well as apprentice robes that they would not wear for a long time. Zellin bought an apprentice robe that was said to be in the style of Quel'Thalas from Irty's hands. Tuvis told him that when he came back, he could go to the Magic Hotel to find him. Void spirits don't need to eat like flesh and blood creatures, but merchants know what it means to follow the customs. Zelin considered the time, then agreed.

The Magic Hotel sounds like a nice place.

Chapter 2038 The Mystery of Anbo

Karazhan and Dalaran seem to exist in two different worlds. An elegant city in the sky, the sun is shining brightly. Dark clouds make up for the dilapidated town underground. Perhaps this is the so-called heaven and hell.

Zelin parked the carriage at the corner of Karazhan's edge. Of course, considering Yamily's situation, Zelin would naturally not be able to park the carriage in a crowded place. Passing through the bustling square, in front of the towering Karazhan tower, the Kirin Tor guards stood on both sides of the tower steps to stop anyone trying to approach. It is said that there are still strong magical powers remaining in Karazhan, and the turbulence of magical power is extremely dangerous for anyone who is unprepared. At the same time, the devil was watching the tower, and every Kirin Tor guard could vowed to say that once they left, the tower would be taken advantage of by the devil.

The noise gradually disappeared behind him, Zelin crossed the ruins of a house, and the pale gray carriage came into view. But looking at the scene that appeared in his eyes, a flash of alertness suddenly flashed in the demon hunter's heart.

The door of the carriage was open to the outside, and the two wooden boxes containing weapons fell out and fell to the ground. The third longboard was pressed on the feet of the carriage door. A box was open and there was nothing inside. Looking inside through the open door, there was no one in the carriage.

"...Yamily?" Zelin shouted tentatively, pressing the hilt of the ebony blade with his right hand. "Yamily, where are you?!"

A crying voice came from behind the nearby bushes.

"Ze, Ze Lin? Is that you? In the name of the sun, you are back?!"

"Yamily, what's going on?" Zelin breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the apprentice's voice. "Has anyone come here to rob?"

"No, yes... wait, don't come here yet!" Yamily's voice suddenly became flustered. "Stand in place, don't come...Don't come!"

"Okay, I won't go there." Zelin stopped. He is not someone who stops by others shouting, but he must move forward. Although it was in Karazhan, Zelin was still careful, he could shoot unexpected dark arrows anywhere, especially since he had hit the demon's spy twice. "But can you explain to me what happened? I brought you a robe."

"So fast?"

There was a hint of joy in the apprentice's voice, and a slender white arm stretched out from behind the bushes. "Throw it to me!"

"Connected."

Zelin wrapped his long skirt around a small stone, and under the influence of the rock, he threw it over the bush and fell behind. Soon, there was a rustle of clothes coming from behind the bushes. After a while, Yamily in a long flaming red dress walked out. There were still tears in the corners of her eyes, and there was a bruise on her forehead. Zelin looked up and down the apprentice, this robe looked very fit when worn on her body, just wrapped her body, perfectly reflecting the exquisite curve.

"What happened here?" he asked. "Why does the carriage seem to be attacked?"

"After you left, I was going to open the car door for ventilation..."

"Then the box fell out?"