Duque was very busy. After introducing the Southshore defense line.
Originally, he would have continued with the military discussion. In his imagination, in the next week, all the big shots would be discussing the same thing — which path the Horde would most likely come from, where they might attack, and how to quickly mobilize the Alliance's army to that area.
It was autumn harvest time, and not every country was called Lordaeron. Not every country had enough food reserves to feed the entire country for a year. For Gilness, Alterac, and a few other countries, they had to at least block the damned Horde outside before their important hinterland and crops were trampled.
But Duque was invited away.
As one of the only two Breaking Dawn Wizards in the world, Antonidas was a very special existence in the Alliance. He hoped that Duque could participate in an exchange with the Kirin Tor Council.
The Kirin Tor Council was fundamentally different from the Tirisfal Council that Sargeras had destroyed. The Kirin Tor Council only governed the Dalajan Kingdom, while the Tirisfal Council was a world organization that mainly fought against demons and prevented the abuse of magic.
Duque couldn't refuse his request.
"I've already asked the chief commander for leave for you. Although I'm a little sorry, the Kirin Tor Council hopes to meet you in the Dalajan. I'm sure you're familiar with teleportation portals? " Antonidas, who had a long white beard that almost reached his belly, chuckled at Duque.
Duque nodded.
Then, arcane energy flowed out of Antonidas' hands.
[Spatial Lock]
[Arcane Energy Harmonization]
[Spatial Scan]
A series of small enchantments dazzled Duque. When he counted to three, Duque stopped counting. Anyway, the system genie had already recorded it for him. He would study it slowly when he had the time.
When he stepped into the purplish-red portal that seemed to be breathing and contained a strange arcane wave, Duque immediately felt the difference in magic between him and Antonidas.
With the help of the system, Duque was already very strong.
In terms of 'quality', there was a huge gap between them and even Morning Star Wizards, let alone Breaking Dawn Wizards. Antonidas had only used the strength of a Morning Star to open the portal.
Duque also knew how to teleport. However, when he was traversing through space, Duque was more like playing dodgeball. He carefully avoided one unstable space after another during the high-speed teleportation. He would rather take a long detour than take the risk of passing through any unstable area.
Antonidas, on the other hand, was different. Apart from those terrifying black hole-level spaces, all the spatial rifts and space obstacles were driven away by his magic power.
For example, when Duque encountered a mountain, he would circle around the foot of the mountain, while Antonidas would directly open a tunnel in the mountain. Well, it was the kind that could be completed in an instant. How could they compete?
When it came to the use of spatial magic, this revered old wizard was definitely the most reliable after the death of Medivh.
Duque had also teleported himself to the Dalajan. His magic was strong enough for this task, but when Duque successfully crossed this daunting distance, Duque would probably vomit and have diarrhea for a while before he could recover.
Antonidas's teleportation was as peaceful as Duque's ride in the elevator before he transmigrated.
Personally visiting the Dalajan was a magical feeling.
If there was any place in the human kingdom that could be called a miracle, it would be the Dalajan. Located south of Lake Lordaeron, this wondrous city was a combination of wisdom, power, grandeur, beauty, art, and mystery. It was the most dazzling pearl in the entire continent.
Even though the Lordaeron Kingdom on the northern shore of Lake Lordaeron was equally beautiful, compared to the Dalajan, it still lacked the extraordinary sense of miracle.
In the past, almost all human mages in the world studied the arcane spells they learned from the high elves in this city. The mysterious and elegant white towers that spread throughout the city symbolized the wisdom, ambition, status, and power of the mages.
Antonidas had invited Duque here when the enemy was right in front of him. Naturally, there was no way he could give Duque any time to sightsee. Duque was directly invited to the magic hall where the Kirin Tor Assembly was located.
The Kirin Tor Assembly Hall was a very magical space. Strictly speaking, this place did not belong to the Dalajan city. In a sense, this was already the airspace.
If his vision and the System Elf's altimeter were not deceiving Duque, this place was 1024 meters above the Dalajan city.
The low clouds were at his feet. Looking ahead, it was already a dark sky with twinkling stars. It was as if a hook had been placed here, firmly hooking the sky and hanging in the air. Only the bright lights of the Dalajan city on the ground allowed Duque to barely see that this place was still a part of the World of Azeroth.
Not only did he have the high altitude view like he was sitting on an airplane, but the space at the top of his field of vision also had slight changes. The space-time fragments that were swept up by the Space Storm caused the scenery in the sky to change strangely. Sometimes it was the darkness that made people sleepy, or maybe it was the brightness of the rising sun. This was obviously not a scenery that could be seen normally.
The six council members stood on a huge metal ring that was even higher than Duque. If Duque wanted to talk to them, he had to raise his head, and each of them stood at a 60-degree angle. This made Duque rather unhappy.
But what made him even more unhappy was the attire of the council members. Perhaps it was to make the person who was being questioned feel a sense of awe. To outsiders, they could only see a purple headscarf embroidered with the symbol of the Dalajan Kingdom and a huge cloak that covered their entire body. Everything else, such as their body shape, face, and even gender were concealed by their clothes and magic.
What the hell is this? Are they inviting me to be judged?
Duque was furious.
Antonidas keenly sensed Duque's anger, and he apologized, "I'm sorry, the Kirin Tor councilors are all selected in secret. Because we have a more democratic national system, the votes of the councilors on key matters will affect the policies of the entire country. So in order to avoid being bribed, threatened, or any other kind of pressure. Other than me, as the chairman, they all use this method to meet outsiders. "
What angered Duque the most was not this, but the look in their eyes. In their eyes, there was no such thing as a Deputy Chief of the Alliance, only a lowly Sky Mage.
"Enough!" Duque shouted, causing the six councilors to tremble. "I am not a Dalajan mage, and I am not a prisoner here to be judged. Raise my chair! Take off your masks! It is basic etiquette to show your true face. If you can't even do this, I will return now. The Alliance will not be unable to defeat the Horde without you Dalajan. "
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