Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 112
Stuffing the spell book into the magic pocket, Karl stood up, and the sky outside darkened, as if the Creator covered the entire sky with a dark curtain.

Karl stood in front of the window of the room, overlooking the whole of Dalaran. From here, he could see the differences between the several areas of Dalaran. The civilian area was dark, the mage area was brightly lit, and the commercial area was dotted with stars.

People in the civilian area need to get up early to start the day's work and rest early the next day. Because of the magic research in the mage area, many mages are notoriously night owls. They can only concentrate on studying spells after [-] o'clock in the evening. The representative of human beings' abnormal work and rest.

Most of the shops in the business district are closed, and a few are still open.

There is also a commercial area that is as dark as the civilian area. The aftermath of the museum battle, the destroyed houses and shops cannot be opened for the time being.

Today is Karl's once-a-month day. Last month's magic addiction left him with lingering fears. Just in case, Karl spent this critical day in the Mage Tower.

The high-concentration magic from the Mage Tower and the diluted well water from the Well of the Sun can effectively resist magic addiction. Under the double insurance, Karl believes that this magic addiction should not be difficult.

Just when Carl was trying to go to the restaurant to eat, the magic addiction appeared.

The familiar longing appeared in Carl's body again, and Carl walked back to the bed quickly, concentrating his will and resisting the addiction.

However, the magic addiction became more and more intense, and it was not relieved by the high concentration of magic in the Mage Tower and the diluted Sunwell water, but became more violent.

Beads of sweat appeared on Karl's forehead, and Karl condensed his will, like a canoe sailing on the sea, resisting one after another huge waves.

Just when Karl was about to lose consciousness, he made a decisive decision and bit his arm fiercely. The severe pain made his brain wake up for a short time.

At this moment, Karl already understood that his addiction problem may have exceeded everyone's expectations, and the two plans failed one after another. At this time, it is absolutely impossible to resist the invasion of addiction by his own will.

Standing up from the bed unsteadily, Carl walked towards the door in slow steps.

The intense desire occupied Karl's brain and invaded his will, and his body fell straight to the ground.

"Touch!" The sound of falling to the ground floated everywhere in the room.

Karl on the ground trembled like a conditioned reflex, purple light emerged from his eyes, he instinctively raised his hands, and began to absorb the magic in the mage tower.

Karl absorbs the surrounding magic like a black hole. This is the body's instinctive reaction, the body's last protection mechanism, and a precursor to becoming a lost heart.

Then he rolled his eyes, Carl fainted, completely lost consciousness, and fell to the ground without a sound.

……

Carl, who was unconscious, had a very strange dream. In the dream, he was lying in the golden ocean. The sea water was warm and comfortable. He was lifted on the surface of the sea. The sea water gently comforted his body, as if his mother comforted him. her child.

"Carl..."

The sound continued to come from around, Karl tried to open his eyes, but his eyes seemed to be heavy, preventing him from opening, and finally fell into a deep sleep in the golden ocean.

Carl, who had been asleep for an unknown amount of time, was awakened by the noisy quarrels around him.

"Desai, don't worry, he's just too tired."

Consciousness became clearer and clearer, and Carl slowly opened his eyes.

What caught the eye was the golden-red roof, the magical chandelier on the roof, emitting a faint halo, a high elf mage with a black explosive head and a dark beard appeared in Karl's vision, mentor Desai Firewing.

"He's awake!"

Karl struggled to sit up, but there was no strength in his body, and he tried several times without success.

A pair of delicate hands stretched out from the side, supporting his body against the bed.

Luzia, the president of the Adventurer's Association.

"Thank you," Carl smiled, mocking himself helplessly, "I didn't expect my body to be so fragile."

A look of guilt appeared on Lusya's face, and there was a touch of sadness on her exquisite facial features. Lusya hugged the weak Karl tightly, and said with self-blame: "I'm sorry, I didn't show up when I needed it. by your side."

A faint fragrance lingered around Carl, looking back over Lusya's shoulder.

Mentor Desai and mistress Elona, ​​high elf prince Kael'thas, housekeeper Jimmy Bass, and a high elf who doesn't recognize him.

Desai gave a thumbs up and said something silently. Judging from his mouth shape, Carl should have said something good.

"Sorry, Lusya," Carl said with a wry smile to Lusya who was hugging him tightly, "I can't breathe anymore."

Ruthya hurriedly let go of the weak Carl, and looked at the aunt-like smiles of the people around her, a blush quickly appeared on her face.

"Magic addiction," Kael'thas sat down, took out a bottle of golden liquid from his pocket, and the rich magic surrounded the liquid, and continued: "This is the one that saved you at a critical moment."

"Sunwell Essence!"

"Among the high-concentration magic in the Mage Tower, the diluted Sunwell water is used in advance. Why is there still magic addiction?" Karl couldn't help asking the doubts in his heart, "It was effectively relieved last time."

"This is Emil, my mage advisor," Kael'thas introduced a high elf behind Karl, "Let Emil explain to you."

Emil looks to be 30 years old, which is also the general age of high elves, but from his light gray hair and vicissitudes of life, Karl can tell that Emil should be over 2000 years old.

"Okay, Your Highness."

Amir stepped forward over the crowd, took out a book, showed it to Karl, and explained: "Your situation is different from ordinary magic addiction."

"Magic addiction has always been closely related to arcane talent. The stronger the mage's arcane talent, the more intense the accompanying magic addiction will be."

Karl nodded, agreeing with Emil's statement.

"This is what happens when a high elf is particularly good at the arcane."

"1233 years ago, there was a high elf mage in Silvermoon City who lost consciousness due to magic addiction and became a heartless person."

"Silvermoon City," Karl couldn't help exclaiming, magic addiction will also appear in the magical kingdom of Quel'Thalas.

"Yes," Emile nodded and continued:

"In order to kill this powerful heartless person, the Silvermoon Council lost four archmages, and nearly a quarter of Silvermoon City was destroyed as a result."

"Mr. Emil, how can we solve the problem of magic addiction?" Karl couldn't help asking.

"We have been dealing with the problem of magic addiction and there is no effective method." Closing the books in his hand, Emil shook his head, looked at Karl on the bed with pity, and said with a sigh:
"Ordinary magic addiction can only be suppressed and alleviated. Mr. Carl's magic addiction may not be able to get rid of it in this life except death."

(End of this chapter)