Chapter 441 One mouth at the beginning, the rest depends on making up
Along the way, Charlemagne endured the verbal harassment from the chatterbox around him, and finally entered the edge of the city. Malygos finally calmed down temporarily.
"Here, speaking, is there anything you want to do when you come to Sandara? This northern city, far away from the Well of Eternity and with a relatively cold climate, usually rarely has people coming."
At this time, Charlemagne was curiously observing the exquisite and gorgeous ancient night empire buildings around him. The night elves chatted casually on the bustling streets. From the self-confidence revealed by them, it can be seen that at least Sandara has not yet Affected by the Burning Legion.
"I am a traveler. I want to visit the six major cities of the empire to see the difference in the atmosphere and heritage culture of these cities. I have been to Elesalas and Suramar before, and I just came to the north recently to think about it." Look at Sandara."
Malygos showed an interested expression on his face, "That's a good idea, so what do you think is the difference between Elesalas and Suramar and this Sandara city?"
Charlemagne rested his chin on one hand, thought for a while and said, "Well...Erethalas has a very academic atmosphere. Most of the high elves living there are scholars and researchers. There is also a large scale building in that city. Huge library."
"Suramar is mainly responsible for the custody and research of powerful artifacts, so there are many magisters in this pearl of the night empire, but there seem to be some prominent class contradictions in this city due to the large number of high elves."
"Sandara...I'm not sure because I just arrived. I heard that this city mainly stores arcane relics and various magic weapons. I don't know what the difference is from Suramar. Suramar is more alive."
"oh!"
Malygos couldn't help clapping his hands and began to applaud, "As expected of a well-informed traveler, his observation skills are really keen. Indeed, as you said, although the population of this city built in the north is not as large as that of other major cities, it still lives here. The people here have always been very optimistic and cheerful.”
"Here, the conflict between the high elves and ordinary civilians is not so prominent, but there is one thing... the people living in Sandara seem to like to act more than think, so sometimes they will do some impulsive things that they regret. "
The corner of Charlemagne's mouth twitched slightly,'This style...reminds me of a certain fighting nation. As expected, they all live in the Northland...Simply put, the body moves faster than the brain. '
The Blue Dragon King asked Charlemagne as he wandered around the main area of the city, "How long do you plan to stay in Sandara? Where do you plan to go next?"
While looking at the exquisite handicrafts sold by the vendors in the big market with great interest, Charlemagne replied casually, "I shouldn't stay for too long. I plan to go to the capital Jin Aizalin for the next stop, and then turn west to Cen Lelore and La Salazar."
"correct!"
Charlemagne suddenly remembered something. He put down the goods in his hand and turned to Malygos and asked, "What year is it now? I've been on the road for a long time and I can't remember the exact year."
Malygos raised his head and recalled, "If you use your night elves' calendar to calculate, it seems that the Kaldorei calendar is 4,900 years... how many years?"
Seeing Charlemagne looking at him with a confused face, the Blue Dragon King scratched his long blue hair embarrassingly, "Sorry, sorry, our dragon clan's concept of time is not very clear, and I don't know the exact time either. "
The uncle who set up the stall couldn't help laughing when he saw these two confused guys, "You guys are really interesting, it's the 4998th year of the Kadorei calendar, and there is still more than a year left It’s the 5,000th anniversary of the founding of the nation, and it’s said that Queen Azshara has something important to announce to the people of the whole country.”
Charlemagne's face tightened when he heard this, and he instinctively guessed Queen Azshara's intentions. It is likely that she has communicated with the Burning Legion now, but he doesn't know if the demon vanguard has entered Azeroth.
'The invasion of the Burning Legion is about to begin, but I don't even know what my mission is... Nozdormu, can't you make it clear in advance? '
Malygos noticed Charlemagne's ugly face after saying goodbye to the stall owner, "Huh? What happened? Why did you become worried when you heard the specific time?"
Charlemagne, who was frowning and thinking, was awakened by Malygos's slap on the shoulder. He could only squeeze out a smile and shook his head and said, "It's nothing, but since the anniversary is approaching, I don't have time to waste in Sandara. I plan to immediately Make a diversion to Gold Azshaline."
"Haha, yes, such an important festival must be caught up."
Although Malygos noticed that Charlemagne was hiding something, the friendship between the two was not that deep, and he didn't intend to get to the bottom of other people's private affairs.
"Well, I plan to go there anyway, so I'll just use the portal to send you to Golden Azsalin. If you haven't been there, you probably don't know the structure of the magic net there... By the way, you Mage?"
"Um?"
Hearing the words of the Blue Dragon King, Charlemagne thought of an important question, 'Yes, now that Sentinels and Rangers have not yet been born, physical remote occupations should not be valued very much, or...just pretend to be a mage? '
Some thoughts turned in my mind at high speed, Charlemagne touched his head and said with a little embarrassment, "I am indeed a mage, but my spells are very bad. I can only use some simple arcane spells, but portals can be used, but As Malygos said, you can't teleport without knowing the structure of the magic net, haha..."
In this era, the status of mages is well-deserved number one, druids are still only a small sect, and the status of priests of the moon **** is far less terrifying than when Tyrande came to power... Needless to say, **** wars, Proper poor class.
"oh?"
When Malygos heard Charlemagne's words, a meaningful smile appeared on his face, "You don't look like a rookie from the mana fluctuations displayed on your body, and the power of rules can only be mastered by those who have entered the epic stage. Judging by your rule application proficiency, at least it is an epic level, right?"
"Uh...hahaha, in fact, my realm is not bad, but I know very few spells, only some small spells such as Arcane Missile, Flash, and Create Food. After all, my main job is to travel around. Combat power or something... Just make sure you can escape from the mouth of the beast."
"Hehe." Malygos laughed slightly when he heard Charlemagne's words, obviously not believing his words, but he didn't go any further.
"Well, anyway, I've been bored recently, you can have fun with me in Golden Azsharin, in return, I can guide you to learn some spells during this time, what do you think?"
Charlemagne thought about it for a while. The blue dragon king Malygos's arcane attainments may be comparable to Queen Azshara's in this world, but wanting Queen Azshara to teach him spells... is purely thinking too much.
The opportunity is rare, Charlemagne nodded readily and agreed, "No problem, it is my honor to be guided by the law weaver, so shall we set off now?"
"Of course, by the way, can you let me study your rule power during this time?"
"... So this is your real purpose."
Thanks to book friends "Sunburned Sun", "Book Friends 20171001002352510", "Gedor-Hellfire" and "victor Liu" for their support.
(end of this chapter)