Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 31 Nourishment of the Sunwell

  Seeing Charlemagne flashing around in the ranger training camp, Sean nodded in satisfaction.

   "Now you have initially learned the Blink technique, but you must remember what I said, don't use it continuously before you have fully mastered Blink, otherwise it will greatly increase your chances of getting lost in a different space."

   "This is also the sentence that our instructors told us the most when we arcanists were learning the blink technique."

   Charlemagne nodded solemnly after spending the initial excitement.

   Afterwards, there was no difficulty in making magic bread and magic water, but the taste was just as Sean said...

   After Charlemagne personally tasted the water and bread produced by this arcane technique, he immediately slumped under Sean's gloating eyes.

  The taste...is really indescribable. The bread doesn't have the taste that food should have at all, and naturally it has no taste. When chewing, it feels like eating a ball of tasteless mud.

The same is true for magic water. Usually, the well water and river water that Charlemagne drinks have more or less other flavors mixed in, while the water made by arcane magic...has no taste at all, nothing at all, drinking it can quench your thirst , but that's all.

   "It can only be used for emergency... If I eat it all year round, I suspect that my sense of taste will degenerate sooner or later."

  After hearing Charlemagne's bitter-faced comments, Sean shrugged and smiled jokingly.

   "So let me just say, no one will like the taste."

  After learning two small spells, Charlemagne went one step further and began to ask Sean about the mystery of teleportation.

  However, teleportation and even portals cannot be learned in a short while. First, one must understand the magic net structure of the place to be teleported, and also have a certain sense of space.

   Teleportation is relatively simple. After all, it is just teleportation by itself. Portals require precise arcane control and a lot of mana.

   "Usually, spells such as portals are not cast by a single person. It would be too much of a burden. Unless you can reach the level of a 9th-level archmage, you should usually cast spells with other people."

   "If you want to learn teleportation, I can lend you a few books when you return to Silvermoon City this time. There are explanations about the cognition of space and the magic net of Quel'Thalas. After that, you can take time to study it slowly."

"Remember, don't be too hasty. When you use it for the first time, you must have a skilled mage to guide it. I have seen too many unlucky people who were thrown into strange places or even twisted voids because of practicing teleportation. "

  After hearing Sean's solemn warning, Charlemagne also nodded seriously and agreed. Sure enough, as he thought, teleportation is not as easy to learn as in the game.

  First of all, the cognition of the magic net must be guided by the locals. I don’t know when I will go to study it by myself.

Fortunately, as a high elf, at least he still has the authority to teleport in Quel'Thalas. He only needs to master the spatial cognition ability, and then register with the Mages Association in Silvermoon City to access it. The magic net began to formally try to teleport.

  However, Charlemagne didn't want to directly connect to the Sunwell. He clearly knew that once this thing was used, it would become addicted to magic (not insinuation!), and it would sink deeper and deeper in subsequent uses until it was impossible to extricate itself.

  Once they leave the Sunwell, the high elves' addiction to magic will gradually erupt until they finally become crazy losers.

   During the journey to the Broken Isles in the future, the miracle tree Arcandor is also a goal of Charlemagne. The fruit of this tree can cure magic addiction, which is very important for high elves.

  Of course, when the Sunwell still exists, the high elves don't take magic addiction seriously, but Charlemagne knows that such a huge energy source will become a coveted existence at any time.

Even without Kel'Thuzad's pollution and Kil'jaeden's drill toilet, there might be Archimonde and other strong men coveting it. It is difficult for the high elves to defend themselves. Proven.

  Then, the best way is to use its huge power to give birth to Arcandor before the Sunwell is taken away or polluted, and use the fruit of Arcandor to cure the high elves from their addiction.

   But this plan is easy to say, but it is even more difficult to implement it.

  First of all, today's clansmen don't take magic addiction seriously at all. Even if Charlemagne brings back the Alcandor seed, can the Sun King allow him to plant such a seed of unknown origin in the Sunwell? dream...

  The second point is that Alcandor should still be sealed near the Faldola Temple on the outskirts of Suramar. Once this seed is unsealed, it will immediately begin to absorb a large amount of energy.

  With the little energy of Charlemagne as a high-level ranger, I am afraid that he would have been sucked to **** by the time he returned to Quel'Thalas.

  Thirdly, Arcandor’s growth is also inseparable from the care of the druid who is familiar with him, that is, the valley walker Farodin...

   How to convince Farodin, a night elf, to come to Quel'Thalas, a descendant of the feud-Highborne, to help take care of Alcandor is also a century-old problem.

  Charlemagne thought about it and turned his thoughts to other places. Sean saw him in a daze, grabbed his shoulder and shook him several times before waking him up.

   "I said what are you thinking? I told you that you didn't respond for a long time..."

  Charlemagne frowned and hesitated for a moment, and finally asked his question in an uncertain tone.

   "Sean, do you know that our people will become addicted to magic when they absorb the magic power of the Sunwell?"

  Sean looked indifferent after hearing this question, "Of course I know, but as long as we still live next to the Sunwell, this kind of magic addiction is meaningless at all."

  Charlemagne shook his head resentfully, "Didn't you ever think that such a precious energy source would be robbed one day?"

"Steal? Who dares to come? Not to mention the powerful enchantment we have set up around the forest, just these races in Azeroth, who is willing to fight against the high elves to rob our source of life? Human? Dwarf or dwarf? "

  What Sean said in a disdainful tone represented the thoughts of most high elves today.

  Of course, this kind of thinking can’t be wrong at the moment. It’s true that no one will come to **** the Sunwell in the extremely peaceful Azeroth, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any…

  ‘History still has a certain inevitability... The blind trust attitude of the high elves towards the Sunwell is doomed that we will not pay enough attention to the sudden enemy. '

   After Sean couldn't wait to go to the tavern to drink, Charlemagne rested his chin on the spot and thought about the future of Quel'Thalas.

  'What can I change with my meager right to speak now? Sure enough, I still have to pull up my own power...'

  (end of this chapter)