Chapter 401: Target Quel'Thalas

In the end Nomi faintly followed his father away from Dunhold-after witnessing the "bargaining" between Drunken Wind and Faor, he still couldn't help it.
It turns out that the heroes didn't see it at first sight, like-minded, and went through fire and water.
It turns out that the heroes would care about everything before fighting side by side.
It turns out that the fight against evil also involves the exchange of interests.
For Nomi's little entanglement, Drunk Wind has no good way-the hero also has many nasty corners that are unknown!
This kind of sensation of unearthing my son out of the fairy tale world is really not that great...
On the young dragon's back, Zuifeng gently touched Nomi's little furry head, and sighed gently.
Fortunately, under the drunken cooking skills, Nomi quickly returned to normal. The little guy feels a little bit disappointed just because of the disillusionment now-he hasn't realized the tension and responsibility behind his father's step calculation.
With the help of the young dragon, Zuifeng and Nomi finally arrived at Quel'Thalas.
Landing at the gate of the shepherds, Nomi looked at the tall gate of Silvermoon City, and little stars appeared in his eyes!
"Wow! Is this Silvermoon City? It's gorgeous!"
It's really gorgeous.
Silvermoon City, dominated by gold and red, can give people the deepest shock from the ground!
The huge statue and the first impression of all the beautiful architects when they arrive at Silvermoon City-Unlike the countryside and villages in other places in Quel'Thalas, Silvermoon City shows a high degree of magical civilization. Automation!
The arcane crystal street lamp exudes a soft brilliance-even in the scorching sun, it is difficult for pedestrians to find their own shadows; the enchanted broom cleans the street quietly and automatically sprinkles water; the mage towers are lined with pedestrians It is purely a walk, and everyone in a hurry takes the teleportation circle.
The mage talking in a low voice and the silent ranger, the wandering mana dragons and various activated creatures, the purple curtain and the corridor decorated with various patterns...
In Silvermoon City, there are traces of arcane magic in every detail and every corner-the wizards use their wisdom to drive arcane energy for their own use.
Nomi, who gradually reacted from the shock, finally realized the extraordinary here.
"Oh my god, what a strong arcane energy-like an uncle's laboratory!"
"Yes." Zuifeng nodded, "This is Quel'Thalas, this is Silvermoon City, the gathering point of the magic web of Azeroth, and one of the most glorious places of magic civilization..."
"Your words make me sad." A tall and slender figure suddenly appeared in the teleportation formation not far away. "Why add a damn'one'?"
"It's just a matter of fact." Drunk Feng shrugged, "And, Good day, Prince Kael'thas."
"Good day." Kael'thas also nodded, and then looked at Nomi, "This little guy is your son, right? It seems a little sluggish?"
With that said, Kael'thas gently raised his hand and gave Nomi a blessing of wisdom.
Nomi, who was a little uncomfortable due to the high concentration of arcane energy, relaxed for a while, the little guy raised his head and looked carefully at Kael'thas, to be precise, the three arcane floating above Kael'thas shoulder. .
"A simple spell." Kael'thas showed a gentle smile, "a simple application of arcane magic."
"Uncle Kael'thas lied!" Nomi curled his lips. "I have seen a lot of powerful mages, and none of them can realize the protection spells into arcane spells!"
Hearing what Nomi said, Kael'thas raised his eyebrows infrequently, showed an expression of interest, and looked at Drunk Wind.
"Don't look at me." Zuifeng slightly raised his mouth with pride, "It's no secret, Nomi likes reading."
"Reading-a pretty good hobby." Obviously, Kael'thas had a good impression of Nomi. "Don't stand here, go to my mage tower."
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Kael'thas' mage tower is still quite rudimentary-this is from the perspective of a high elf, after all, his real mage tower has been destroyed by Archimonde and Dalaran together.
But even so, Nomi still expressed his surprise and curiosity. Although in Blackrock Mountain, Nefarian’s research room is quite high, it is a pity that this scientific madman does not care about his environment at all. Life is also helpless, so his place is always messy.
Moreover, the only tidy observatory was ordered to close by Onyxia under Nomi's frame.
Looking at Nomi, who was full of curiosity, Kael'thas snapped his fingers, shut down the dangerous items and most of the defenses in the laboratory, signaled Nomi to look around, and then turned to Drunk Wind.
"Unbelievable, you will actually land on Quel'Thalas one day."
"Please don't say that." Follow the customs, and Drunk Wind now maintains a mage-like nobility and reservedness. "After all, I personally have no prejudice against arcane arts - or all energy. And, in my hometown, There are many mages among the lorewalkers."
"That's true." Kael'thas nodded slightly, "According to the book records left by my great grandfather (great-grandfather's father), the pandaman's magic talent is also quite good."
"Um... Dathremar..." It seems that because of thinking of the ancient journey, the drunk wind is slightly lost, "I don't know if he was with Windbell in the end..."
Listening to Drunken Wind subconsciously uttering gossip a thousand years ago, Kael'thas suddenly felt cold on the back of his neck.
Is it really like a lot of people's speculation that Drunk Wind, like some old undead trolls, actually has an indescribable deal with fate ~EbookFREE.me~ did you know what happened ten thousand years ago?
You know, the relationship between Dathrema and Windbelt makes the Sangunar family's position in Quel'Thalas extremely special! Don't think the Sangunar family is just a small family of barons, but they are trusted by the royal family of Sunstriders!
Seeing Kael'thas fall into doubt, Drunk Wind smiled slightly, and that was all.
How to make a proud person put down his body?
It's very simple, let him completely blind to you!
Although Kael'thas has always been very polite, but Drunk Wind can clearly feel his pride-fortunately, he is a Pandaren and a member of the Kalimdor Ancient Alliance. If this is a human, maybe Kaelsa In Snee's heart, his tail was up to the sky.
Seeing that Drunk Wind stopped mentioning Dathremar as a matter, Kael'thas also breathed lightly.
After a long greeting, Kael'thas finally couldn't help it.
"Drunk Wind, you are a rare visitor! What's the matter in Quel'Thalas this time?"