Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 503: Ruin

The white giant city of Lordaeron, located on the north shore of Lake Lordamere, is undoubtedly a very beautiful city. It is still a certain distance away from the Alterac Mountains. Looking from west to east, Lordaeron looks like a typical city surrounded by mountains and rivers. In the distance are snow-capped mountains, on the right is a sparkling lake that never freezes in winter, and on the left is a vast grassland.

The atmosphere of a triumphal ceremony had now spread throughout the entire city.

Since it had never been attacked in the true sense, the few damaged buildings had already been perfectly repaired.

There were colorful flags hanging everywhere, and the ground was covered with beautiful decorations collected from all over Lordaeron.

There is not a single beggar on the street. Even when people are walking around, they are all dressed in festive attire. It is a disgrace for the people of Lordaeron to wear the same attire for two consecutive days.

Because of the arrival of dignitaries from various countries and the gathering of a large number of high-ranking military officers, the common language with different accents can be heard everywhere in the city of Lordaeron.

At the magic teleportation array in the north of the city, the mage who manages the teleportation array in Lordaeron was a little bored.

"I heard that we will be busiest on the day of the triumphal ceremony."

"Why?"

"The academic mages in Dalaran are unwilling to waste a few days here dealing with the nobles. They think this will reduce their time for experiments."

"Where's Master Antonidas?"

"He and several Kirin Tor councillors have already arrived."

"What about those elves whose noses are in the sky?"

"We are here too."

"Then there shouldn't be any big shots, right?"

"No, I heard that Lord Edmund Duke and Lord Lothar haven't arrived yet."

While the two Adept Mages on duty were chatting, one of them suddenly changed his expression: "Wait! There is a teleportation request."

"It's just a request. Where is it from? Let me see." The mage came over and said, "No problem! It's a teleportation request from Stormwind City. The transmission password is correct, just open it."

The first mage looked like he was about to cry: "No, look at the magic value required!"

"Oh my Lord of Magic! Isn't it Lord Edmund who can teleport to Stormwind? Why are there so many demands? There is a 100-man archmage Group on the other side!?"

"What to do?"

"Open a small one first and ask them to send someone over to confirm it."

"Wait! Our magic circle! Oh no, it opened by itself--"

Amid the chaos of a group of Lordaeron mages, they discovered to their horror that the magic crystal, which was supposed to be activated by them to release magic power, ignored their control and transferred magic power to the portal on its own. The priceless magic crystal dimmed at an alarming speed.

Then, right in front of a group of panicked Lordaeron mages, a huge portal opened by itself.

If it were wartime, this would have been an invasion.

A portal that was larger and rounder than the one that sent a thousand-man commando team to Dalaran opened in a grand manner.

For a moment, the mages of Lordaeron raised their staffs, ready to fight.

However, the two Stormwind knights who came out of the portal stood facing each other with the most perfect appearance as soon as they came out, and announced their names according to international etiquette.

"The Supreme Commander of the Alliance of Lordaeron, His Excellency Anduin Lothar, and the Deputy Commander Edmund Duke have arrived—"

Impeccable ceremonial officer, impeccable military posture.

As the more than 20 mages and hundreds of Lordaeron guards who had rushed over after hearing the news stared in amazement, two rows of tall horses emerged one after another. The Stormwind Knights in formal attire spread out to the left and right as they emerged, their backs straight, their swords unsheathed, the tips of their swords pointing to the sky, their palms facing their abdomens, letting the light of the light sword flash across their brows.

Well, a standard big shot appearance.

Nothing looks wrong!

However, every mage in Lordaeron felt as if he wanted to spit blood on the wall!

Which bastard was so extravagant that he even teleported a horse over here! ?

Is your magic instructor a part-time warrior?

Did anyone tell you that it takes three times as much magic power to teleport a horse as it does an adult human?

Even if you, Stormwind Kingdom, have money, don't drag Lordaeron into wasting money with you!

The wizard guarding the teleportation array really had the urge to curse in public. That's right, according to the teleportation protocol, the magic power required to open the portal is divided in half on both sides of the portal. This not only increases the stability of the teleportation, but also makes it more fair.

but...

The magic crystals just consumed are equivalent to the amount of the magic circle in northern Lordaeron in one year!

If the people who came were not Lothar and Edmund, who were extremely powerful, the mage captain would have probably run up to him and spit at him.

Lothar appeared on horseback. He let the horse move forward slowly and said to Duke, "Your follower is really amazing. You teleported so far so accurately without any shaking. I still remember when Medivh first played teleportation and asked me to try it, I vomited all of yesterday's dinner."

Since it was Stormwind who opened the portal on its own, Lordaeron's ceremonial officers only came running over now, delivering a long stream of welcome speeches. But Lothar noticed that the faces of Lordaeron's mages looked as if their parents had died.

"What happened to them?" Lothar asked Duke in a low voice.

"No, I guess it's because the portal cost them too many magic crystals, so they're heartbroken." Duke pouted, then opened his palm and threw out a bunch of magic crystals from the space storage bag in his palm as if sending away beggars: "I just consumed Lordaeron's mana crystals, I'm sorry, these are for you. The rest can be regarded as a reward for you."

Humph! Do you think we Lordaeron people are poor people who have never seen the world?

The leading wizard captain didn't even bother to pick it up at first. The next second, he suddenly took a breath of cold air, staring at the magic crystal that Duke had thrown on the ground, unable to move away.

In this era, the most mana storage is in the Mana Ruby. But the mana contained in these things Duke threw out obviously far exceeds the level of the Mana Ruby. Such highly concentrated crystals cannot be made at all, and can only be found in those ancient ruins.

The official name is unknown, but mages like to call it Arcane Light.

This kind of thing is simply out of stock on the market. Throwing out one at random is enough to get a Archmage 2nd class to help.

Now, Duke actually threw out dozens of them casually! ?

Damn, how rich is this Edmund Duke!

The captain of the mages who had been pretending to be aloof just now suddenly pounced on the magic crystals like a dog. Not only him, but other mages also pounced on the crystals without any manners and rushed to grab them.

Seeing this scene, Lothar's eyelids twitched. He suddenly had a feeling that Duke's visit this time... seemed to be to ruin the party! ?