Turayan was stabbed by Arthas!
After hearing the news, Carlos' mind went blank for a moment.
Impossible, absolutely impossible, my brother Tula Yang is invincible in the world, absolutely impossible!
Take off your glasses, throw down the pencil, and pick up the battle report again with trembling hands...
Um?
Reporter: Turayan.
Um.
Appendix 1: Financial form related to Marshal Turayan’s application for public medical care.
Appendix 2: Description of the damage to Stormwind Cathedral and compensation list.
Appendix 3: On the feasibility study of the Holy Light Transmission Device.
Hey, why didn't Turayan [beep] get killed by Arthas?
Oh, Arthas didn't use Frostmourne, so that's okay.
"Let's make some arrangements. I want to use the portal."
Malygos kept his word. If he said it would be postponed for five years, it would be postponed for five years. The Blue Dragon Army would take care of the maintenance work of the Magic Network.
However, the Blue Dragon is not responsible for the decline of discrete magic power in Azeroth caused by the previous net-cleaning operation.
To explain it in terms that kobolds can understand, the actions of the Blue Dragon Legion did not cause Azeroth to move towards the end of the law. The core purpose of cleaning and disconnecting the network is to stabilize the chaotic and disordered arcana in the world of Azeroth. energy.
In other words, the total amount of magic in Azeroth has not been reduced due to the actions of the Blue Dragon Legion, but the difficulty of casting arcane spells has increased.
The point-to-point mage tower teleportation that could be used by any archmage in the past now requires more than six hours of auxiliary preparation time and related stable magic ritual consumables.
To put it simply, the cost of casting spells has increased.
Is this a bad thing?
No, this is a good thing, at least for the league, this is a good thing.
Because the decline of wild magic resources means that the regular magic resources controlled by the alliance increase in value, Carlos's control over the caster group becomes more stable.
Faced with the increase in the difficulty of casting spells, the academic school has a systematic and complete training tutorial in a ladder-like manner, and can continue to sell courses.
More importantly, the rise in the cost of casting spells and the cost of obtaining magic power has given a shot in the arm to the industrialization of magic, forcing the mage group to reinvest the large amount of alliance gold coins obtained in the process of realizing knowledge into the market for magic products, speeding up the development of magic products. circulation efficiency.
Good things are all good things!
Isn't it a good thing that the Violet Castle can stay in Northrend and not come back? Can more than half of the famous archmages in the Eastern Kingdom continue to prepare for war against the Cowdala Legion?
The Alliance is the best at organizing funerals and celebrations.
Even if Carlos was anxious, he had to wait. By the time he walked out of the mage tower in Stormwind City, the night was getting darker.
Without looking, Carlos could smell the smoke in the wind.
Something big has happened in Stormwind City.
On the way to Stormwind Fortress, Bolvar Fordragon came over. Under the escort of the Royal Guards of Stormwind City, the group turned to Stormwind City Cathedral.
So before seeing the seriously injured Turayan, Carlos understood how magnificent the Kingdom of Stormwind was today.
First, Night Town suddenly sent an emergency call to Stormwind City. The undead rioted in Dusk Forest. The Night Watch failed to suppress it with force. They hoped that Stormwind City would send reinforcements immediately.
Now that Stormwind City has a strong army, Varian immediately sent three spaceships to carry a legion of soldiers in a straight line to Night Town for rescue.
Then bad news came from Blackstone Mountain. The Black Dragon Legion was dissatisfied with the alliance's private toll station, and the road protection movement started.
In this regard, both Varian and Magni felt something was wrong, but they simultaneously ordered the relevant combatants in Stormwind City and Ironforge to shrink their defense lines and not to blindly counterattack.
Then, a magical message came from the maritime fleet, and multiple adult black dragons were observed circling in the offshore area.
Before Varian could figure it out, a terrorist bombing attack occurred at the entrance of the subway station in Old Town, Stormwind City.
Then, the riots instigated by the Twilight Cult blossomed more in Stormwind City.
This is no longer an ordinary terrorist, we must strike hard!
Varian asked Magni to take charge of the Stormwind City fleet to attack, to guard against the Black Dragon Legion that might attack from the sea, while he led the Stormwind City Royal Guard and the elite of the Seventh Legion to suppress various riots in Stormwind City.
As a result, Neltharion and Alsace openly took advantage of the clergy's break to evacuate the people attending the high service and sneaked into the underground area of the cathedral.
Bolvar knew only this much, and he was not a good storyteller, so the atmosphere during the second half of the journey was silent and depressing.
When Carlos arrived at the ward through layers of guards and opened the door, Turayan was lying on the hospital bed bloodlessly chewing an apple, while Varian and Magni were biting into the secret sauce roast at the table next to them. Wild boar ribs.
Carlos's nose couldn't help but twitch, it smelled so good.
"I knew you would come to visit Turalyon as soon as possible, so we didn't go back to Stormwind Fortress. We just waited for you here."
Magni took a sip of wine, cleared his throat, and motioned for Carlos to have some too.
Then in Turayan's sad eyes, Carlos stopped himself and went to visit the sick and injured first.
Lifting Turayan's shirt, he found that the wound on his right chest had healed, but the new fleshy skin that contrasted significantly with his normal skin color proved how hard the sword had struck him.
If it weren't for Turayan's decades of solid Holy Light cultivation, someone else would have been completely cool.
"Tell me what's going on."
Carlos chose the largest and reddest fruit from the fruit basket on the bedside, didn't bother to peel it, and just gnawed it.
"Things are lost."
"uh-huh."
"Arthas has regained the favor of the Light."
"And you were tricked?"
"No, it's just that all the preparations we made in advance were in vain."
"And you lost to him in a sword duel?"
"Two against one, I am actually quite proud to survive the hands of the Black Dragon King and the Lich King."
"Then, there are layers of arrangements. It's hard for me to imagine Neltharion and Arthas, the two kings, carrying such a big box and returning the same way. Are the guards all fools?"
"I don't know how they went to the secret room quietly, but Arthas used the power of holy light to outline the portal, and then Neltharion picked up the box and left alone."
"Did you try your best?"
"I tried my best."
"You've really never been beaten?"
"I really can't beat him. Uther taught Alsace very well and his basic skills are very solid. It's too difficult to have the Black Dragon King distracting me."
"I know, let's take good care of ourselves."
"Why......"
Turayan sighed helplessly, causing a fit of coughing. He was bitten when he failed to catch fish. He didn't want to defend his failure.
Carlos walked to the table where Varian and Magni were sitting, and the three of them looked at each other, not knowing how to start the conversation.
So, Carlos took the ribs handed over by Magni and took a bite.
Don't tell me, it's really delicious.
"Your Majesty, do you..."
Bolvar stood near the door and wanted to suggest that you guys should stop interfering with the patient's rest and go back to Stormwind Keep for another session.
However, before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Carlos.
"The preparations for the Western Expedition cannot be interrupted. It's rare for the three of us to meet, so let's start with Stormwind City."
Magni scratched his head and nodded.
"Of course I'm happy if you are willing to come forward. To be honest, I have already felt that Ironforge is a little out of control."
Varian turned his head and looked at Turayan, who had thrown away the core and closed his eyes to rest, and nodded.
"I have no opinion."
