ebookland Chapter 117 I think I recognize you?
Chapter 117 I think I recognize you?
Ambermill Estate is nestled in a valley, with Lake Lordamere not far away, separated only by a ring of small mountains.
However, mortals cannot easily cross this path unless they can fly...
Dalaran is also located by the lake, and Ambermill is not far away.
There's a path in Ambermill that leads directly to Dalaran... Taking Ambermill to Dalaran avoids the Alliance army stationed by the lake.
Ambermill is the weakest point in the entire human defense line!
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Archmage Atal'ik had heard of the fierce battle between the human army and the Forsaken legion at the lake. The undead would eventually march on Ambermill.
However, he cannot directly ask the league for help or express his stance.
Dalaran's declaration of neutrality had long been posted in every corner of the city. Even the wizards of the pro-human factions couldn't arbitrarily drag Dalaran into the vortex of war...
After all, the magical city of Dalaran had already been destroyed once.
The Kirin Tor pioneers suffered heavy losses last time.
These wizards, engrossed in exploring the mysteries of magic, vowed never again to easily get involved in any conflict...
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Magic is a double-edged sword!
While benefiting humanity, it also subjectes humanity to the hatred and threats of other races...
The night elves once unilaterally declared that so-called magic was simply the power of demons!
Ten thousand years ago, Queen Azshara of the Highborne, obsessed with the power of magic, recklessly opened an interdimensional portal in the Well of Eternity, destroying the world once!
That catastrophe attracted a demonic army; ultimately, the root cause of the world's shattering was magic...
So-called magic is mysterious and dangerous.
If controlled by mortals, it is easy to go astray... Kel'Thuzad, Arugal, the black dragon, or the former high elf noble mages are all precedents.
Malygos, the blue dragonflight guardian of Azeroth and the spellweaver, also sent representatives of the Blue Dragonflight to warn Dalaran against the misuse of magic that would bring disaster to the world.
Otherwise, the Blue Dragonflight will be the first to annihilate all creatures that use magic!
This also marked the beginning of the journey that forced Rhonin, the leader of Dalaran, and Krasus, the red dragon, to the Northrend continent to fight against the Blue Dragonflight!
Dalaran provoked such a powerful enemy as the Blue Dragonflight. If it weren't for the Red Dragonflight's help, all the mortal mages would have been killed by the Blue Dragonflight before Dalaran could be rebuilt...
Malygos, the Blue Dragonflight King, had gone mad, grieving the loss of his beloved Sindragosa, who was killed by Deathwing, the Black Dragon Aspect. Even in death, he found no peace, being enslaved by the Lich King and resurrected as the first frost dragon... becoming the Lich King's mount...
Even more dragon offspring were transformed into undead frost dragons, which drove the Blue Dragon King increasingly mad and tyrannical...
Dalaran has no time to get involved in the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde.
They wanted to make Dalaran fly in order to prevent this magical city from being easily destroyed again by blue dragons or demons.
To be honest, the dragon guardians, who represent the primal power of Azeroth, are the true monsters capable of destroying the world.
Having provoked a dragon, Dalaran's future is fraught with challenges...
They are themselves the red dragon representing life, the blue dragon representing magic, the black dragon representing the earth, the bronze (yellow) dragon representing time, and the emerald green dragon representing dreams.
Possessing near-infinite lifespan, innate divine power, and the wrath of the dragon race, how could mortals dare to withstand it...?
In this situation, even the Alliance and the Horde would try to avoid these legendary creatures... let alone a group of fragile mages.
However, the dragon race has been invaded by the ever-present humans and orcs.
On almost every piece of land, the living space for dragons has been compressed.
Perhaps only by venturing to another continent, to the endless sea or the forbidden sea, and carving out another territory, can one find a pure land...
The dragons' attitude towards the various races of Azeroth is also complex; the Black Dragonflight's wrath has been brewing for a long time, while the Emerald Dragonflight is worried about the shrinking forests and the earth's lamentations...
The Mother of the Red Dragons foresaw an even greater crisis...
The Bronze Dragon King, however, imprisoned his offspring in the Cave of Time, seemingly indifferent to everything.
The mages of Dalaran are now focused entirely on getting the Sky City airborne, hoping to escape the war-torn and ravaged worlds of the Eastern Kingdoms or Kalimdor before the next catastrophe or conflict strikes...
But where in every inch of Azeroth can true peace and security be found...?
Master Atarik sighed... He picked up his teacup and took a sip. This tea, from another realm, was a magical beverage from some mysterious land.
"Truly a fine product!"
Take a small sip, add milk and concentrated sugar, it's soothing and nourishing.
This is a gift brought back from Outland by the human guardians; it's said to be a rare item sold by the Astral Consortium. Archmage Atal'ik reluctantly brought it out to entertain the Scarlet Crusade general.
"Hmm, very good. Thank you for your hospitality, Grand Master."
After tasting it, the Crimson Commander nodded in praise repeatedly; they hadn't had the chance to enjoy a peaceful and carefree life in a long time.
For at least these past few decades, the shadow of war has not completely dissipated in the ancient ruins of Lordaeron in the Eastern Kingdoms; instead, it has given rise to more monsters and attracted more races.
Even the orcs from Kalimdor, on the other side of the ocean, have fled to the Eastern Kingdoms, putting immense pressure on the Alliance...
Grand Crusader Mag'har issued a notice to the Scarlet Crusade in Tyr's Hand, Hearthglen, and Scarlet Monastery.
The Forsaken of Undercity are a major threat to the future. They are more difficult to deal with than the mindless undead Scourge golems. They are themselves resurrected infected from the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and they must be eliminated.
This is to avenge our fallen brethren, and it is also an effort that must be made to reclaim our homeland.
That's why we had to coordinate with Lord Goffrey of Gilneas, the Battlemage Legion of Ambermill and Dalaran, the Stormwind forces of Southshore, and the Dwarven Stormpike Expedition to encircle them.
Secretly, the Lich Legion from the Plaguelands of Andorhal were also involved, along with Scarlet Crusade infiltration forces launching a surprise attack...
The war started long ago...
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Inside the town hall, the Grand Mage and the Crimson General were chatting over tea...
Not far from the manor's perimeter, at another well, Lorraine was carefully burying her head in the well, adding a green potion into its depths.
He has silently completed the deployment at two locations.
This is the last well, and also the closest water source to the heart of Archmage Atal'ik's manor.
He tiptoed through Ambermill, pretending to fetch water, carrying the bucket and the identity badge and notebook given to him by Eileen...
Even after passing through the inner ring checkpoints of the manor, he only needed to hand over his identification and carry the bucket to swagger into the heavily guarded Ambermill Manor.
As Lorraine passed through the various outposts, he roughly figured out the overall troop strength of Ambermir.
These human mage apprentices and guards were all quite ordinary, and their weapons were rudimentary.
Most of them wore elaborate but impractical mage robes, or simple leather armor coats; they didn't have any heavy weapons...
Unlike the Alliance camp, which is only a mountain away.
Tanks, airplanes, cannons, muskets, warhorses, siege engines, griffins—you name it, they had it...
This force is estimated to consist of only a few hundred ordinary mages and peasant servants. Lorraine estimates that, apart from the archmage Atal'ik, these ordinary mages should not be a match for an elite Forsaken soldier.
According to the teacher's assessment, the regular soldiers of the Forsaken Legion are level 55 elites, while this so-called combat mage unit is not only physically weak and poorly equipped, but also demoralized and very young...
These ordinary mage apprentices are at most level 30 in terms of combat power, or even lower.
Lorraine even felt that it might be easy for him to lead his fellow Forsaken into the land!
This was simply to avoid unnecessary risks, to end the battle as quickly as possible, to maximize battle achievements, and to create opportunities to enter Dalaran...
Lorraine could only patiently wander around Ambermill in disguise...
These low-ranking soldiers were completely unable to see through his disguise. Lorraine had already sacrificed a large number of skeleton beasts he had hidden at the bottom of the lake for victory; those feinting skeletons were all Lorraine's hard work...
They were sacrificed to lull the enemy into a false sense of security.
Now, once he finishes administering the final anti-magic potion, he will have completed the Plaguebringer's initial objective...
Just as he was dripping the venom... he looked up, picked up the bucket, and turned around to find a familiar figure staring at him!
Lorraine stood frozen in place, holding the bucket, not daring to make a move.
Just a few steps away, a robust human knight was curiously scrutinizing his attire... This handsome human knight, about two meters tall, was stroking his chin as he circled Lorraine...
"Have we met somewhere?"
The other party asked directly...
"what?"
Lorraine was surprised to find herself completely covered up, with only a pair of disguised human eyes showing.
Not only did he wear the disguise of a mage apprentice, but he also ate a delicious wind serpent...
He transformed into a masked apprentice clad in a human-made black, tight-fitting leather suit... more like a mysterious adventurer... He feigned composure, but was actually already prepared for battle.
"Have we met?"
"Yes, you have a familiar scent! We must have met somewhere before. What's your name? What are you doing here?"
The human knight confirmed it again and again, even sniffing the air; he was certain he had seen Lorraine.
However, Lorraine is currently in a disguise, which is impossible for most people to see through.
"I'm an adventurer from the south, hired by Miss Eileen. We couldn't possibly know each other!"
"Oh? Is that so..."
The human knight, puzzled, drew his sword from his waist.
Lorraine immediately tensed up and began to gather her magic power...
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