Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 58 Arriving at Stratholme

   Outside the gate of Silvermoon City, Charlemagne was standing in front of a caravan and exhorting a male elf dressed as a ranger.

   "Winters, Ore and Xunyu, please help me bring them back to Tarquilin. Give them to my brother Lor'themar, and I will send them back directly after finishing."

   "Don't worry, leave it to me, the future leader, but Father Scran is still waiting for you to take over the Farstrider, so don't go out for too long."

   This far traveler was not as serious as his colleagues in the ranger army, and replied with a playful smile.

  However, judging from his solemn act of enclosing the ore, he should still have listened to Charlemagne's words.

  Charlemagne patted Winters on the shoulder amusedly, "I know, this time the mission that came suddenly disrupted my plan, otherwise I should go back with you."

   The process of retrieving the ore two days ago was very smooth. When Charlemagne arrived at the Kistler Mineral Store, the caravan had already brought a new batch of ore. After paying the final payment, he got a bag of scheduled Titan iron ore as he wished.

  Charlemagne, who was originally scheduled to return with the caravan, had to go to Stratholme with Liadrin to discuss important matters with Bishop Faol because of Anasterian's mission.

   Fortunately, after finishing the work, you can use the human mages of Stratholme to directly teleport back to Tarquin. After all, the southern forest is not covered by the enchantment at the core of Quel'Thalas.

   If you want to teleport back to Silvermoon City, you must get permission from the high elves. Fortunately, Charlemagne doesn't need to go back.

  No matter what the result is, the task of reincarnation will be handed over to Liadrin and some accompanying priests.

  Even if a general result is reached after the discussion, it is not something that can be done overnight after all to really create the profession of paladin, which requires a lot of practice.

   Bishop Alonsus Fao should have had a similar idea a long time ago, and may have tried it himself.

  At least Charlemagne learned from Liadrin that Bishop Faol had a young apprentice priest named Uther Lightbringer, who was unusually tall and strong, perhaps the result of the bishop's experiment.

After sending off the caravan and the reluctant Xunyu, Charlemagne went directly to meet Liadrin before the court of the Sunstrider, where the civil envoys to Stratholme were ready to leave. .

  Because Anasterian still stubbornly does not want to have any official form of communication with human beings, this mission is only a non-governmental communication through the channel of the Church of the Holy Light.

   Priest Liadrin, who is at the peak of the middle class, is the leader on the bright side this time. In the name of exchanging the Holy Light, she went to Stratholme to communicate with the local Holy Light Church.

  Of course anyone with a discerning eye can see that it would be an insult to other people's IQ to say that there was no participation of Quel'Thalas' respected Arcanist Association behind the transfer of so many people from Silvermoon City.

  Although the Arcanist Association is not a purely official force, many mages in the association hold important positions in many important departments of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas.

  The president of the association is a member of the Silvermoon Council, who happens to be Sean's uncle—Osis Dawnwalker.

   It is precisely because Osis's subordinates hold such important power, the royal family and the parliament value his opinions very much. However, the old fox councilor still declares that he will retire soon and does not want to think too much about trivial matters.

  …Although it has been more than ten years since he started saying this.

It can be said that almost all the reputable arcanists in Quel'Thalas have joined the Arcanist Association, including members of the Silvermoon Council, so it is not an exaggeration to say that this association is a semi-official organization. .

Since the high elves wanted to play tricks and didn't intend to admit their official contacts, the Kingdom of Lordaeron didn't want to expose them, so they simply followed Quel'Thalas and pretended to be stupid, acquiescing that this exchange was just a normal private exchange .

  However, Lordaeron's intelligence department began to collect the true intentions of these sharp-eared people. After all, this active communication method does not conform to the high elves' always proud style of conduct.

  The high-level's secret temptation has nothing to do with Charlemagne and others. With the help of the association's mages, Liadrin and Charlemagne have brought a dozen priests and apprentices under them to the Stratholme mage area through the portal.

After arriving at the destination through the portal, Charlemagne, Liadrin and the others shook their heads vigorously. Although the portal is very convenient, the dizziness caused by passing through it is still difficult. avoid.

However, this is an excellent opportunity for Charlemagne to practice. After stepping into the space of the portal, he took the opportunity to perceive the strange changes in the surrounding space. In just a few tens of seconds, his spatial cognition ability up a level.

   "Can't this nauseating feeling be improved? I really should give the Arcanist Association a suggestion in this regard."

   "I agree... I will go to the relationship and ask about it when I go back. I really don't want to experience this feeling a second time."

  Charlemagne and Liadrin were both frowning and rubbing their temples at this time, relieving the nausea and dizziness caused by the transmission.

  After hearing Liadrin's complaints, Charlemagne joked jokingly, "Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed, because you will have to go through it again when you go back."

   "Hey, the sun is well above..."

   "Ahem..."

   While the two were chatting, a reminding cough suddenly sounded in front of them.

An old human with a mage robe and a long beard stood in front of the group of people. Behind him were several other humans dressed as mages, all of different ages. It seemed that the leader with the white beard should be The leader of the Stratholme mage order.

   "Everyone from Quel'Thalas, welcome to Stratholme. This is my mage tower. My name is Nelson Killian."

   At this moment, Charlemagne finally felt the powerlessness in his whole body gradually dissipate. He stood up straight with Liadrin and began to look at the mage in front of him.

  Although I don't know exactly how many rings this white-bearded and white-haired Nelson in the gray-white robe is, but judging from the surging magic power on him, he is at least a hero-level mage.

  As the leader on the bright side, Liadrin stood up and thanked Nelson with decent etiquette.

   "Master Nelson, thank you for your reception. I am the leader of this visit, Priest Liadrin."

  Charlemagne was not interested in this formulaic exchange of pleasantries. While Liadrin was dealing with the old mage, he began to curiously observe the human decoration style indoors.