Ranger King of Azeroth

Chapter 440: Wait a minute, don't listen, leave!

??Chapter 440 Wait a minute, don't listen, leave!

??Charlemagne saw a slightly familiar bustling city in the distance from the top of the tree. It was familiar because he always felt as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember more specific information for a while.

??Charlemagne reached out to catch the falling snowflakes on his head, turned his head and looked around again, "It will snow, and according to the types of trees around, it should be in the frigid or sub-frigid zone, so...Norrend?"

?? After roughly judging the current location, Charlemagne also guessed the name of the city with a typical night elf style. It should be the night elf city in Northrend, Sandara.

??This Sandara is not the city of the same name that was rebuilt by the high elves of later generations, but one of the six major cities of the night elf empire in ancient times.

?? Figured out the approximate location, Charlemagne stood on the top of the tree with his chin in his hand and thought, "Why did Nozdormu send me here, and what is my mission?"

"Um?"

?? At this moment, Charlemagne realized that something was wrong with his body, and he hurriedly observed himself back and forth.

The clothes are still the casual aristocratic clothes he usually wears in the office. Since Romans has enchanted all the clothes of Charlemagne with self-cleaning, firmness and constant temperature effects, he walked through the forest for a while and stood in the cold. The windy treetops didn't feel cold either.

??But... the clothes that fit him well seem to have suddenly become shorter. When he stretched out his hands, the sleeves fell to a distance of about ten centimeters behind his palms, and the pants were no exception.

?? "I see. Is this the high-level illusion spell that Nozdormu mentioned? It feels very natural physically. If it weren't for the clothes being too short, I wouldn't find myself turning into a night elf at all."

??Charlemagne looked at his purple skin and sighed a little. These bronze dragons are more proficient in using illusion spells than anyone else, not to mention other spells.

?? Now that the location is clear, the next step is to plan where to go. The more tragic thing is that Charlemagne doesn't know anything about his mission goals.

??Although Nozdormu told him that he knew it ten thousand years ago, the facts proved that guy was lying, and now he still doesn't know anything.

?? Charlemagne frowned and thought, "Isn't it better to go to Sandara City to find out the current time and the world situation?"

??Nozdormu said not to have too much overlap with Ronin and his missions, but living in this turbulent era, even if he doesn't take the initiative to make troubles, he can't avoid the attack of the Burning Legion.

?? "By the way, was Sandara ever attacked in the War of the Ancients? It seems that this city was not mentioned..."

??Shandara is the place where the Dark Night Empire stores arcane relics and various magical artifacts. It stands to reason that there should be many artifacts stored here. Even if it is not used as the front line of the war, it will become an important logistics center.

?? "Forget it, I don't think so much, anyway, let's go to Sandara to see the situation first, and hope that the illusion bestowed by Nozdormu himself will not be seen through."

??Since he couldn't figure it out for a while, Charlemagne simply replaced thinking with action, and he stepped nimbly on the surrounding tree canopy and headed in the direction of Sandara City.

The closer to the city, the sparser the surrounding trees became. Finally, there was no forest at a position about five kilometers away from the city. As a last resort, he had to jump from the top of the canopy of more than 80 meters, and used a vector to offset the impact generated when he landed. With the recoil, he stood firmly on the ground.

?? "Very good! I don't have to worry about being thrown to my death in the future, I can survive no matter how high the sky falls!"

Just as Charlemagne was talking to himself triumphantly, a curious voice suddenly came from behind him, "Oh? What you said is true? How about we try it, will you fall from a height of 10,000 meters? will die."

"ha?"

?? Charlemagne turned around with a bewildered expression. He remembered that he had confirmed before landing that there was no one within a few hundred meters. Where did this voice come from?

When he turned his head, the curious expression on his face suddenly turned blank, because at some point in the sky behind him, a huge blue dragon appeared, and at this moment, this giant dragon was wearing the same curious eyes look at him.

?? "No, you can play by yourself, goodbye!"

After finishing a series of very fluent farewell words, Charlemagne quickly turned his head and strode towards Sandara, because he knew the curious baby-like dragon in front of him. The appearance of the Dragon King is still very representative.

??That's right, Dragon King, the blue dragon in front of you is Malygos, the spellweaver 10,000 years ago. His shining golden eyes and the shining arcane magic pattern on his body clearly prove his identity.

??‘Mom, I agreed that I couldn’t change the fate of these big shots, so I’m not so stupid to get close to you. My dear Windrunner girls are still waiting for me to go home. '

??Seeing this interesting night elf, Malygos turned his head and left without hesitation, and stayed in place for a while before flapping his wings to follow.

?? "Wait! In the name of the law weaver, I guarantee that I won't fall to your death. It's just an academic research. I'm very interested in the power of rules you just used!"

?? "I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

?? "I'm absolutely not mistaken. The power of rules you just had has never appeared in Azeroth before. Let's study it carefully."

??Charlemagne felt a headache from Malygos who was circling around him like a fly, ‘This is the wise and cheerful Malygos that Alexstrasza and Ysera said? Why do I feel like a purely curious baby...'

?? But he had to admit that Malygos in this period didn't have the haughty and cold temperament of the later generations. Although it looked a bit...funny, it did give people a sunny and confident feeling.

Seeing that Charlemagne had no intention of stopping, Malygos simply transformed into a night elf with aqua-blue hair, and walked towards Sandara at almost the same pace as Charlemagne. Pause and continue to ask him a series of questions curiously.

"Why don't you answer me, are you going to Sandara? I can show you the way. Anyway, Sandara is also near my lair, Coldarra. I know many high-borne elves here. What are you doing here? Why? Why are your clothes so strangely short, some new fashion among the Highborne?"

??Charlemagne was dizzy from Malygos's series of barabara questions without pause, and he couldn't help but looked up at the sky with a melancholy expression.

??‘Your Majesty the Three Dragon Kings, why didn’t you tell me one of the most important characteristics of Malygos before, this guy...he’s a talker! '

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