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“Still no treatise by Master Al?”

Nielas Aran walked out of the newsstand in disappointment. This was the third time he had come to this newsstand this month, but he had not bought what he wanted.

“Stormwind is still too remote, what a pity…”

The Archmage rubbed his brow in a headache and walked towards the only mage tower in the city.

Nielas Aran's arcane talent was considered rare even in Dalaran, the magic capital of humanity.

At the age of thirty, he had reached the rank of 6th circle Archmage. Antonidas had repeatedly invited him to join the Kirin Tor Council of Six, but he had declined.

Only because King Baratheon Wrynn was his close friend, a childhood playmate who grew up wearing the same pants. Therefore, Aran decided to stay in Stormwind and wholeheartedly assist the Wrynn royal family.

“Good day, Chief…”

“May the Holy Light be with you…”

… …

The guards and nobles he encountered along the way all bowed and greeted this young Chief Court Mage. Aran returned the greetings one by one and soon returned to his mage tower.

Although he was the Chief Mage of Stormwind, Aran did not receive sufficient resources.

This ancient kingdom had only just emerged from the shadow of war more than ten years ago.

Baratheon Wrynn used the death of Gnoll King Sawtooth to provoke infighting within the entire Gnoll tribe and won the final victory.

However, years of self-sufficiency had given the entire Kingdom of Azeroth a tendency towards isolation.

Baratheon decided to change the fate of the Kingdom of Azeroth, so he began to actively establish diplomatic relations and trade with other countries, and expand trade routes, which allowed this crumbling ancient kingdom to regain most of its vitality.

However, in recent years, the Gurubashi Troll Kingdom in the south has shown signs of restlessness.

His Majesty Baratheon had to increase troops to the border, and the military expenditure made the economy of the Kingdom of Azeroth worse. Not only Aran and the court mages, but all the royals and senior officials tightened their belts.

…

The facilities in the laboratory were unremarkable, but spotless. The entire laboratory was bright and clean, and scattered books were neatly placed on the bookshelves along the wall.

There was a low iron cage by the windowsill, and the bloodpetal flower inside was baring its fangs and roaring at the Archmage.

Aran, who had looked disappointed, suddenly felt happy when he saw this grinning little thing.

Archmage Aran laughed heartily and took a stack of thick newspapers from the bookshelf.

He carefully took out a bottle of potion emitting a golden shimmer from the space backpack he carried with him, and he painfully poured a drop on the petals of the bloodpetal flower. Suddenly, the entire room was filled with smoke.

Aran took a deep breath with a dazed expression.

“Hoo…

That's the taste…”

… …

After a long time, Aran began to flip through the old newspapers, and he read the latest issue with relish.

This was an essay compiled by Kael'thas Sunstrider for Master Al, but this latest essay was already three months old, which shows the scarcity of resources in Stormwind.

Turning the old newspaper to the last page, large scarlet letters in the human common tongue jumped onto the paper.

When the youth is strong, so is the Arcane!

“Master Al is simply the founder of the history of arcane development. What noble sentiments must one possess to make such a popular and inspiring statement?”

Aran looked out the window with a longing expression.

At this moment, a white homing pigeon fluttered onto his hand, startling the Archmage.

He skillfully took off the note from the pigeon's leg and carefully examined it.

“Ha, I knew it was Baratheon…”

Aran shook his head with a chuckle and continued reading.

“Magna Aegwynn? That crazy woman who defected from the Council of Tirisfal? What is she doing here?”

Aran frowned as he finished reading the information passed to him by His Majesty the King.

He sighed deeply, took out a decent mage robe from the closet and put it on, and then walked towards the central hub of this kingdom, Stormwind Keep.

“Old friend, you've finally come.”

Baratheon, in his thirties, was a little hunched over from the years of political affairs, but his majestic face showed his dignity as a monarch.

“Your Majesty.”

Aran bowed and saluted His Majesty Wrynn, but from his twitching eyebrows and funny expression, it could be seen how close he was to this Lionheart King.

“You, you…”

Baratheon smiled and pointed at the Archmage, and took the lead to walk forward.

Aran lagged behind by one position and reported to the Lionheart King on some recent research results and the progress of low-level mage training.

“Your Majesty, I think the research on bloodpetal flowers and Jinkela needs your appropriation, which is of utmost importance to our barren mage force.”

“Alas, those tusked beasts of Gurubashi have been acting very frequently recently. The scouts at the front sent me a message that a small group of troll scouts has advanced towards Elwynn Forest…”

The Lionheart King complained to his Chief Court Mage with a bitter face. The faces of the two who were originally happy began to turn gloomy.

“Without the appropriation, our mage force will not be able to resist those troll spellcasters in an organized manner. This is a huge hidden danger!”

Aran argued with reason and refused to give up.

“The national treasury can already be used for horse racing, Aran…”

Baratheon's face was ugly, and he continued:

“I also know that this is a vicious cycle, but we have no way out now…”

“But those nobles!”

Aran said loudly with a flushed face, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the Lionheart King.

“Shut up, nobles are the cornerstone of the country. Without nobles, we are nothing! Do you know what you are talking about? Nielas!”

The king glared at his longtime friend with a stern tone, but Aran saw struggle and pain in his eyes. It was a kind of helplessness that nothing could be changed and nothing could be done.

“Sorry, Your Majesty…”

The Archmage lowered his head with a low eyebrow, but from his clenched hands, it could be seen the anger in his heart.

‘Being a court mage cannot save the country…’

A bold idea suddenly popped into the Archmage's mind.

… …

Even the longest corridor has an end. The monarch and his subject walked into Stormwind Keep in this awkward and tense atmosphere.

But what Aran couldn't believe was that a female human was lazily leaning on the king's throne. Soon, this disbelief turned into anger.

“You bastard, who are you, how dare you sit on the Lionheart Throne!”

Just as Aran was about to chant a spell to teach the crazy woman on the throne who didn't know how to live or die a lesson, Baratheon stopped him.

“Don't be rude, Lord Nielas, this is my distinguished guest, Ms. Magna Aegwynn.”

The Lionheart King turned his head and reprimanded the Archmage loudly, but Aran could see from Baratheon's bulging veins that this longtime friend was on the verge of exploding.

“Hehe, who is it? It turns out that the little lion is here. Is this the person I want?”

Aegwynn stretched her waist with great charm, and her graceful body was displayed in front of the two.

What Nielas Aran didn't know was that his nightmare had arrived.

PS: Thanks to the reward from the old man who read the novel 666, the old man is generous~

All the characters and names appearing in the text are by no means fabricated, let alone Baidu copied and pasted. They are all traceable. Old men with sharp eyes must see clearly…

Old men who are interested in the Warcraft Chronicle can go and read the official comics and novels. There are many interesting stories before the Dark Portal. Careful old men may be able to find some openable books scattered on the table or bookshelf when playing games.

This chapter is a foreshadowing for the upcoming troll war. Readers, please be patient and read on.