strictlysupreme What are your thoughts in Chapter 184?
What are your thoughts in Chapter 184?
"Let them fight it out, we need to figure out how to get that guy out of here!"
"Yes, the teacher is right, but teacher, do you have any insights? And who is who?"
Whenever the master and apprentice encountered difficulties, they would discuss them. Lorraine wanted to hear her teacher, Rolin's, thoughts and suggestions... But what did Rolin know? His spirit body had been relatively relaxed lately, and he remained silent most of the time.
He sensed that his host, Lorraine, was getting stronger and stronger.
There was a touch of relief, and a touch of regret... The protagonist was Lorraine, while he himself remained a one-eyed being trapped in a bottle. His knowledge of magic was practically nonexistent. His past experiences didn't match his current situation; the Dalaran Lorraine encountered was either still enclosed within a purple magical shield, or had already flown to the Crystalsong Forest in Northrend...
There seems to be a blank period in between...
Looking back on the past ten days or so, it feels like a dream. This dream is so long, it seems I'll never wake up...
When I finally arrived at the place I had been longing for, I was somewhat disappointed and disappointed.
The initial passion had vanished, and it was hard to describe his feelings. Compared to his apprentice Lorraine, who matured rapidly through life-and-death experiences, rapid growth, and the awakening of his powers, he, this so-called fraudulent teacher, now offered absolutely no constructive advice.
Having lost the opportunity to possess someone, Rowling felt he could even leave the stage.
Being a quiet spectator might not be so bad...
However, there's a problem: where is the Eye of Shadow that the adoptive father mentioned? As his apprentice Lorraine strays further and further from his original intentions during the quest, the initial passion between the master and apprentice gradually fades... their initial intentions turn into carelessness, their passion cools, and they return to tranquility.
Even now, amidst the chaos of battle and sparks flying everywhere in Dalaran, the city can still rise into the air. It's estimated that it needs to reach an altitude of at least a thousand meters to become inaccessible to most creatures...
"Hey kid, who are you talking to? Don't think you can mess around just because I don't have eyes in the back of your head. I can protect you, and I can teach you a lesson. Right now, you'd better behave yourself, and I'll keep you safe."
The silent exchange between the master and his apprentice was actually sensed by someone.
The one who warned Lorraine was Millhouse & Master of Manastorm, the Kirin Tor member who had initially defended him. Now, although the battle is intense, the Kirin Tor councilors do not need to intervene.
Everything is proceeding according to plan. All the previous actions were to lure the snake out of its hole and trap it like a turtle in a jar!
The same goes for the prisoners in the floating iron cages... Each of these cages contains a dangerous individual... some are even monsters!
Milhouse felt Lorraine's longing gaze fixed on several individuals within the countless cages...
First and foremost was another necromancer, the lich Gunther... Millhouse knew this guy too. He was a rather famous figure, once one of the leading representatives of the necromancy school within arcane magic.
Later, Kel'Thuzad's evil research was exposed, and many members of the Necromancers were expelled.
Since the fall of Dalaran, some members of the Necromancer sect have been arrested and imprisoned for blasphemy. Most of the humans who were transformed into undead during the cataclysm were burned to death. A small number were imprisoned deep beneath Dalaran, only now seeing a glimmer of light.
They clearly craved freedom; some were even shaking their cages frantically, displaying violent agitation and a desperate attempt to break free and escape...
There were several other cages filled with undead, but they were all quiet. They possessed their own consciousness, so they were different from mindless zombies. There were members of the Cult of the Damned, the Forsaken, a few self-aware undead, and a captured Scourge scientist.
With several bigwigs present, the villains were quickly brought to justice, leaving only a few remnants of the Twilight faction to put up a last-ditch resistance.
In truth, none of the Kirin Tor leaders actually intervened. Jaina's intervention at this moment allowed her to accumulate merit. Having been away for so long, she had developed a deep affection for Dalaran. Defending Dalaran was an irresistible urge; after all, she had once been a genius mage apprentice here, her teacher being the revered Archmage Anton Danis, the former lord of this magical castle.
"Everyone, I regret to inform some of our friends who have taken refuge here that from now on, the outskirts of Dalaran will no longer exist. You will be teleported back to your home countries, or you can choose to go to a neutral city. Humans can choose Stormwind or Booty Bay, elves can choose Silvermoon City or Shattrath, and other friends who want to go to Ironforge or Orgrimmar will need to undergo identity verification by the Silver Covenant or the Temple of the Sunreavers."
Khadgar loudly announced his final decision.
Some civilians who had long lived in Dalaran looked troubled in the arena. They had lived quietly here for a long time and really didn't want to go to the territory of the Alliance or the Horde... The representative of Ravenholdt Manor had his face covered, but a trace of regret could be seen in his eyes.
"After all these years of friendship, I never imagined Dalaran would still leave us. I hope our cooperation won't be affected... Are members of the Assassin's Guild no longer allowed to enter Dalaran?"
Khadgar smiled when he heard the masked man's question:
"As I said, this clearing was somewhat unavoidable, but as long as everyone follows the points I announced earlier, they can still freely reach Dalaran and participate in the battle to defend Azeroth. Our commercial district and arena will remain, but a covenant will still be required: Dalaran will remain permanently neutral, forever standing on Azeroth's side..."
As they spoke, the feeling of falling during the ascent in Dalaran suddenly slowed down...
Through the ventilation vents, people could even see clouds drifting by outside... as if Dalaran had risen to a designated position and height.
This feat has been accomplished...
Lorraine's mission was nowhere to be found, and the teacher's other Shadow Eye remained completely elusive...
"This is bad, Master Khadgar, we're surrounded."
"what?"
Before everyone could settle down, Khadgar's smile vanished abruptly as a Violet Scribe from the Mage Tower teleported before him, reporting in a panic...
Dalaran flew to an altitude of 10,000 meters, a height that even small birds would find difficult to reach. How could it still be surrounded by enemies?
The entire survival magic circle is in effect; there are no problems within the city, and there's even an eco-park created by a dedicated druid advisor providing plants and food...
It appears undefended on the outside, but in reality, it is protected by layers of air purification and magical defenses, not to mention the towering magic towers.
Given this, how could anyone possibly dare to besiege Dalaran, a city that never falls from the sky?
Could it be a giant dragon?
Khadgar was puzzled. Several masters of divination and illusion from the Kirin Tor beside him joined forces and waved a magic circle. A gigantic magical crystal ball appeared in the center of the crowd, displaying the enemies currently surrounding Dalaran high in the sky...
It looks like several airships!