0p0 Chapter 224 Flying Away
Chapter 224 Flying Away
The Queen nodded, which was considered an acceptance of Dalaran's opinion.
"Very well. Undercity agrees to join the Mage Order."
The Queen waved her hand, the undead banners fluttered, and the three burning airships overhead began to retreat. Soon, the Horde had relinquished half of Dalaran's sky... Rhonin nodded in satisfaction, looking towards Fandral & Stormpike...
Fandral and Stormpike muttered a few words, and the dwarven messenger beside them blew his horn.
The experimental ship, swaying precariously, retreated towards Ironforge with a large swarm of small aircraft and accompanying frigates... Many wounded soldiers from Dalaran were transported to the medical district. Archmages paired off to guard one side, preventing any further unforeseen events.
The queen's warriors mounted bats and the wyverns that came to their aid and retreated...
Soon, all the undead and dwarven air and ground forces withdrew. However, the Queen's warriors almost stopped and set up camp by the lake, while the dwarven alliance retreated to the pass of Alterac Valley... Judging from the overall offensive, the situation of the Alliance losing Tirisfal Glades to the edge of Silverpine Forest was already confirmed.
Currently, only the Gilneas Bay Kingdom, isolated in the northwest corner, remains to guard the crumbling Greymane Wall.
Gilneas will face the wrath of Undercity alone...
Lord Crowley, the Gilnean envoy looking down from high above, lamented that the only victim of this battle was probably the Kingdom of Gilneas... The history of Black Gilneas was coming to an end, and perhaps the only way out was to join the Stormwind Alliance.
The days of self-preservation are now just a dream.
With the threat from both the Alliance and the Horde gone, the Forsaken soldiers in Dalaran withdrew one after another, leaving only a small group of personal guards around the Queen. Rhonin's expression finally relaxed completely, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief...
Aside from Lord Rhonin, the other council members exchanged smiles, while Khadgar, Aethas, and Mordra saluted each other.
Master Ansrem, the scapegoat, watched the Alliance army depart alone, a bitter taste in his mouth. He continued to plot something... Some of the Kirin Tor council members grumbled and cursed, but there was nothing they could do.
The guests who had taken refuge there were overjoyed; they celebrated, and some even jumped up and danced...
A man, covered in injuries, limped past on the roadside...
This scene truly evokes a profound sense of emotion.
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“I have one last condition! I want only the Speaker of the Kirin Tor to know about this condition... You can negotiate... I don’t want anyone else to know.”
Sylvanas made her final condition.
Luo Ning hesitated.
The Alliance and Horde ambassadors not far away clearly looked displeased, while the representatives of the Scarlet Crusade and the Church of the Light had faces that were almost as black as charcoal. But nobody cared about them.
They stared at Sylvanas, their eyes flashing with hatred and madness. If it weren't for the Kirin Tor mages suppressing them, these Scarlet Crusade and Holy Church fanatics would have already charged forward and fought the Undercity elites...
Strangely enough, while the Dalaran guards and Undercity warriors were fighting desperately, this group of people watched coldly like spectators.
Now they claim to be irreconcilably opposed to the dead.
As a result, Dalaran had no choice but to invite this group to rest in the Argent Lands of the Argent Covenant, and to take the remaining Forsaken to the Beast House near the Sunreaver Temple... The rest of the people went with the Queen to the tavern in front of the commercial street... They talked for a long time inside, with a barrier set up at the entrance.
The outer perimeter was filled with Violet Eye's elite troops...
Blocking outsiders from visiting...
Until the Queen led her people away, no one knew what Sylvanas had discussed with the Kirin Tor or what the final agreement was.
Even Lorraine, who had been silently observing from the mysterious dimension, was unaware of it.
Because Master Merlin casually turned off the mirror.
"Alright, things went fairly smoothly. Kid, you must go back and take care of what I asked you to do right away. Dalaran will definitely leave here soon, and the legend of the Sky City will finally be realized. My dream has been fulfilled by these younger generations. I am very gratified."
"However, protecting Azeroth is of utmost urgency. Go quickly..."
After Master Merlin finished speaking, Lorraine plummeted as if falling from the clouds, crashing from the sky... Dalaran had reached a terrifying height, and as Lorraine fell, he watched Dalaran above him grow smaller and smaller...
He was getting closer and closer to the ground.
There was no time to complain that Merlin, the little old man, had come too suddenly.
If he were to crash directly to the ground like that, even an undead body would likely be reduced to a pile of mangled flesh. Lorraine could only nervously prepare his mage's divine spell, Blink, hoping to ensure he wouldn't be killed by the fall...
The feeling of freefall is actually quite uncomfortable; that weightless feeling where your heart feels like it's going to jump out of your throat.
This was Lorraine's first time experiencing it.
Dalaran was indeed flying too high; he had been falling for over a minute and still couldn't see the ground. Dalaran was getting farther and farther away overhead. He seemed to realize that Dalaran was still climbing...
Everything ended so suddenly that Lorraine didn't even have time to react.
He felt that war and conflict were fleeting, and that important figures could resolve seemingly unsolvable conflicts with just a few words.
He couldn't understand why conflicts sometimes started with just a few words from a big shot. These questions flashed rapidly along with the feeling of weightlessness as he fell.
The weak teacher mumbled incoherently:
"Disciple, why do I feel like you're flying? The wind is so strong..."
"Yes, teacher... I'm falling."
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"You're a mage! Slow Fall!"
"Would I?"
"you will not?"
"Maybe you, teacher, know how to do this... Oh no! It's almost at the bottom... Help!"
"Use Flash, you idiot."
"I know it's not working, teacher..."
"Too early..."
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Lorraine was inexplicably kicked out of the mysterious dimension by Merlin and Winterwind.
It plummeted violently.
Fortunately, there was a lake below it, the vast Lake Lhodamir...
After negotiating with the Queen, Dalaran above them fully opened its magical shield.
The Queen took away those she wanted, and the Forsaken prisoners who had been locked in the sewers of Dalaran for years were released. Previously forbidden necromancy, abyss magic, and shadow magic were all permitted, though they now required registration under the supervision of the Violet Eye.
Since Kel'Thuzad's rebellion, the necromancy and summoning schools of Dalaran have finally been legitimized.
This time, even the Forsaken's mage advisors were invited to the Sunreaver's Temple, and Horde emissaries and Alliance ambassadors set up more portals. The sewers were fully opened, serving as an arena and black market.
That very night, the monument to Dalaran, which had stood for a thousand years on the shores of Lake Lordamere, was lifted into the airspace high enough...
Under the direction of Lord Rhonin, the Kirin Tor mages mobilized their magic, activating the teleportation arrays throughout Dalaran...
A man-made space fortress on par with Stormhold in Outland, achieving long-distance magical teleportation... Dalaran suddenly flashed over Lorraine, the entire city traversing time and space and disappearing.
All that remains on the shores of Lake Lordamere is the Dalaran crater and the tattered magical shield...
And then there's Lorraine, soaking in the lake, gazing up at the starry sky...
Where did Dalaran go?
"It flew away, I guess. It probably went to Northrend!"
Where is Northrend?
"Across the Northern Sea, atop the Arctic icebergs, lies the Frozen Throne, the Lich King's lair!"
"Oh..."
Things happened so fast that Lorraine hadn't even had a chance to process what was happening...
He felt a moment of disbelief at his own escape from Dalaran.
The Queen was certain he was not dead, and she did not come looking for him.
The army of Undercity should still be nearby. The battlefield overhead was quiet, and the surrounding mountains and lakes were beautiful. However, the cold wind and the chilling, bloody atmosphere in the woods had not dissipated.
Looking up, besides the bright moon, Lorraine noticed that the blood moon, which she hadn't paid attention to for a long time, was still there, only much dimmer than a few days ago.
There's a big pancake further away...
In reality, a green, mottled planetary phantom was also overhead.
“Silly child, that’s Outland… oh no, it might be Argus… anyway, it’s another world. You’re not qualified to cross the Dark Portal yet. This battle was all me showing off… you’re still a long way off… little mage comrade.”
"An affair? Argus? No, teacher, I went in by myself this time, and I even defeated Jaina... the woman you described as very powerful."
Teacher Luo Lin laughed loudly: "You call that a defeat? You almost got slapped to death..."
"Anyway, I survived!"
The teacher fell silent...
It was tacit agreement, but the apprentice panicked...
"By the way, teacher, what part should we look for next?"
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