A long time ago, most human wizards lived in the city of Rapids.

Later, many young mages could not bear the numerous restrictions of Rapids City and left Rapids City.

The mages longed for a place more suitable for magic research and able to use their powerful power more freely. They headed north toward Dalaran, which had just been built at the foot of the Altlan Mountains.

At that time, Dalaran was just a human fishing village. It relied on Lake Lordamir, the largest lake in the world, with only a few hundred people.

The arrival of the mages changed the fate of this fishing village.

They used magic to build the spire of Dalaran and engaged in their research. There were also a large number of magic nets distributed under the city of Dalaran - it was this reason that allowed the mages to gather here.

Afterwards, many mages followed their footsteps and the city became a paradise for mages and the center of arcane research.

Dalaran became a city for wizards. In order to obtain the protection of spellcasters, a large number of human immigrants flocked to establish a prosperous economy.

Because Dalaran's mages used powerful spells to protect non-casters, Dalaran became a paradise of luxury and enjoyment.

A large number of civilians came, creating a huge market. The huge market attracted merchants, security and business, and the large gathering of human aristocrats also attracted the attention of the royal families of the kings.

Dalaran is even more prosperous.

And Kenretto is the ruling class that ruled this city-state and an elite parliamentary organization.

The name of Kenry To was named by the high elf teachers of that year for the apprentice of human wizards. This word comes from Saras, meaning - the keeper of human secrets.

Since its establishment, Kenretto's purpose was to stay away from secular politics and was a secret mage organization.

Ironically, the city established by the secret wizard organization far away from secular politics has become the favorite city of secular nobles!

Standing on the window watching the temple, on the top of the city's highest tower spire, Orento overlooks the huge city, next to it is the high elf Refserra Sarona.

In January, cold air poured down from the top of Auckland Mountain, completely driving away the warm winds of the South China Sea.

The hand of nature brushed across Lake Lordamir, and the white, milk-like mist was filled with wet and coldness on the lake.

Dalaran City appears and disappears in this misty rain of lakes, like a fairyland.

"Why do we pursue arcane?" Orendo whispered in this silence: "This is a question she asked me when the Guardian just became my mentor."

He said, waved his hand, the subspace opened, and several scrolls flew to the two under his command.

Each magic rune with bright white surface represents wisdom and knowledge. Each rune is composed of hundreds of tiny magic symbols. Under perception, a rune is a piece of knowledge.

"My answer at that time was that there was no reason to pursue."

"Yes! There is no need for a reason to pursue arcane!" Refserra's eyes were placed on the scroll in front of her. It was knowledge he had never seen before, about the integration of life and historiography.

"This is my personal reward for you." Orendo didn't even look at Refserra, his eyes were always on the city of Dalaran below.

"This will make you live another three thousand years."

Refserra was silent.

The high elves are almost four thousand years old, and he is even doubting that he may be the oldest one among the living high elves.

The lifespan of elves is generally between 2000 and 3000 years, and excellent arcane spell casters can reach the upper limit.

And Refserra and the younger current Sun King are of course excellent arcane spellcasters.

So one of them lived to be 4,000 years old, and the other was 3,000 years old.

but……

The Sun Well is not the Well of Eternity, nor is the High Elves.

Queldore has a lifespan limit, and the upper limit is right in front of you - maybe tomorrow, maybe 100 years later, it will not exceed 100 years at most.

Are you afraid?

Of course fear.

There is no life that is not afraid of death, and no life is willing to return to silence. The older you live, the more concerned you are about the world, and Levsera cannot escape the world.

Now, knowledge that you don’t know is in front of you, and the combination of life and the mysteries can regenerate the elves’ functions, which cannot be immortal, but can continue life.

This is the price given by Orento, and Refthera supports the reward he can get to be the leader of Kenreto.

In fact, this knowledge comes from the treasure house of Blue Dragon, the treasure of Senegos.

Orendo used the power of life he had to perfect it, and after modification, it turned into a scroll in front of him.

As long as you can borrow the energy of the Sun Well, Refserra can live for another 3,000 years with this secret technique.

"What a charming temptation." Refthera smiled bitterly, and tried hard to turn her eyes away from the scrolls and put them on the half-elves next to her.

This half-elf, for Refserra 6 years ago, was just a joke from the Sun Chaser royal family, and a joke left in the human kingdom.

Now half-elves can already be on par with themselves, and even bring out knowledge that makes them envious.

Refthera sighed.

"A half-elves have such short qualifications. Even with the full support of the Tirisfa Parliament, it is not easy to become the leader of Kenretto."

"It's up to man." Orento shrugged, his eyes still not moving away from the beautiful city.

The city of Sefrosa is developing very fast, with neat plans, huge potential, and a bright future.

However, Sefrosa is inherently lacking in nature and has just begun to develop. It can be imagined that in the next 50 years or even longer, it will never be better than the most beautiful human city in front of her.

"How can you succeed if you don't do it?" said Orendo.

"What if it fails?" asked Refthera.

Orento smiled silently.

He did not answer this question.

But Refserra seemed to understand. Even if she didn't understand, she might have understood it with her own opinion.

The elf put away the magic scroll floating in front of him and spoke: "At least 1/3 of the elf and Tirisfa will support you..."

After receiving the reward, it means that the elf agreed.

Orendo nodded and said, "Can you take me to visit the Temple of the Guardians? I have never visited this Temple of the Mages since I became a member of the Council of Tirisfa."

"sure."

Refsera whispered..

The Temple of the Guardians, the secret stronghold of the Guardians of Azeroth, the headquarters of the Council of Tirisfa.

An arcane building that even Archmond cannot destroy, requires a protective spell to enter.

It's in Dalaran.

It's not in Dalaran either...

This place is the same as the owl space on the top of the Arcane Fortress Laboratory in Orento, between the real world of Azeroth and some subspace.

Perhaps it was precisely for this reason that even Archmond could not destroy it, so that Dalaran later rebuilt it and came back.

There is one thing that Orento wants more things, not the power of the Guardian. Because if he wants, he can sleep with the Guardian every night...

What he wants to visit is not a secret to the members of the Tyrisfa Parliament. Any interested wizard can go and see it.
Chapter completed!