Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

The next day, Aristophanes got up early to clean up the spell-casting substrates and various energy-storage crystals left over from yesterday's spell-casting.

However, there were a few green energy storage crystals that gave him some headaches. These crystals turned green after absorbing the evil energy from Adelina's body, and the energy purity was extremely high.

After thinking about it, he still put them away. Even if he couldn't study them, he could make them into disposable bombs!

At this time, Scarville also got out of the tent, holding an apple in his hand, and asked while eating: "Aristophanes, what are you going to do next?"

"Me?" Aristophanes thought for a while, "Not sure yet, maybe go home and have a look?"

"Eh..." Scarville stammered, as if he wanted to say something.

"What's the matter, Scarville?" Aristophanes carefully engraved the sealing circle on the few fel crystals, and after putting them into a separate space backpack, saw Scarville with a distressed face, curiously asked.

"Well, can you go to the Tirisfal Council with me?" Scarville said, "We need to do a detailed research and record on Ulthalus Deadwind Harvester to ensure that it will not be recruited again. The great devil's desire. Of course, we will provide you with sufficient rewards."

After speaking, Scarville looked nervously at the elf mage in front of him. If he didn't want to, he might have to take some special measures.

Aristophanes thought for a while and agreed, which surprised Scarville.

"Nothing surprising, Scarvel," said Aristophanes, "I'd like to find something with the power of the Council of Tirisfal, too. And as a matter of fact, this scythe doesn't quite suit me, if you have A better candidate, I can hand it over."

"That's why I asked you to take it with me. You know, even I can't resist Ulthales's whispers. As for the other mages," Scarville shook his head with a wry smile, "they are more Impossible."

Aristophanes looked at the Ulthalus Deadwind Reaper who was floating beside him: "You are right. Alright, let's go after I finish packing."

Scarville nodded.

Soon it was noon, and Aristophanes had finished packing. He did not revoke the enchantment of this camp, but cast a spell to strengthen it, hoping to preserve a little vitality of life and order for the disaster-ridden Deadwind Trail.

"Adelina!" Aristophanes stood with Scarvel, and he called to the sky.

After a while, a huge blue figure flew over from a distance, it appeared and disappeared, and stopped lightly in front of the two of them.

"No matter how many times you look at it, you still have to marvel at its beauty," Scavel exclaimed.

"Let's go, are you flying by yourself?" Aristophanes led Ursales and jumped onto Adelina's back.

Scarville didn't answer, but directly turned into a black raven, flapping its wings and saying in front of the man and the horse: "Let's go!"

After speaking, she flapped her wings and flew straight into the sky. Adelina neighed, took a little run-up, flapped her wings and rushed to the sky, and soon disappeared into the sky with the raven.

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Tirisfal Glades, Spider Canyon.

Several hooded mages suddenly appeared in the woods, and then entered a hidden magical enchantment, which concealed a marble temple, and then they sat around a table.

"Master Aiannis, we received a message from Magna last night." A mage couldn't wait to take off his hood as soon as he sat down. It was a human,

But the pale hair and the fishtails at the corners of the eyes all prove that the human mage in front of him has stepped into old age.

"Really? Scarville, what did he say?" The same old elf took off his hood and asked back by the way.

"He has found and eliminated the demon in the vision, but had some accidents with that evil weapon."

"Daniel, what happened?" A white-haired human necromancer in a robe asked.

"Master Meryl, according to the summons, when he was dealing with this eredar mage named Satyr, he accepted the help of an elf, to be precise, a half-elf mage like Alodi. This name The mage resisted the artifact's whispers and manipulated it to devour the souls of the eredar."

Merrill Xiefeng was expressionless, and he continued to speak: "So that means this artifact has recognized him as the master?"

"I'm afraid so, master," said the old human mage, "and more importantly, Scarville tried to approach the artifact, but was forced back by the whisper of the soul of the dreadlord inside."

"What's the name of that elf mage?" Aiannis asked.

"Aristophanes the Windrunner."

"Windrunner's family?" The old elf opened his eyes wide, "Can their family produce mages?"

"According to the news we got, this half-elf was a teacher of Belovar, but their relationship was not good. After rejecting the speaker's offer, Aristophanes went to the south side of Lake Arendal alone and established the Farstrider Fortress, and played a major role in the invasion of Quel'Thalas by the Amani trolls twenty years ago.

About seven years ago, he left the kingdom of elves and went to human settlements. He left Stormwind City and entered the Deadwind Pass six years ago and lost the news. "

The archmage named Daniel said a lot of words: "According to speculation, he should have gone to other worlds with the help of the chaotic space power of the Deadwind Path, and only recently returned."

"I have heard of him," said Meryl Felwind, "and he is Thoradin's son."

"Scavel also said a very important piece of news in his letter, that is, this elf named Aristophanes said that he can give us the artifact, as long as we can find a suitable candidate."

Everyone was silent for a while, they didn't expect that there would be a magician who would give up the artifact in his hand.

"What's his condition?" Merrill Xiefeng asked.

"Scavel didn't say it, but judging from what he meant, it seems that he hasn't thought about it yet."

"Then we'll just wait."

With the help of Adelina, Aristophanes and Scarville flew across the entire continent in just a week, and arrived at the poisonous spider canyon on the east side of Tirisfal Forest.

"The oldest guardian temple is just below, let's go down, Aristophanes, the archmages of the council are already waiting for you." After confirming the downward direction, the flying raven turned to face the elf next to him said the mage.

Aristophanes, who was sitting on Adelina's back, nodded, and then patted the giant beast that stepped down, and they followed the raven and flew down.

After passing through a layer of enchantment, they saw a white domed stone temple, hidden among the trees, without any roads around it, only a small courtyard in front, where Aristophanes observed Some mages with various staffs in their hands.

Under the leadership of Scarville, Adelina lightly landed in the middle of the courtyard with Aristophanes on her back.

"I'm back." Scarville, who had changed back to human form, said to the mages in front of him, and then pointed to Aristophanes who came down from Adelina's back, "This is Aristophanes, and I Described in the letter, the master of Ulthalesh's Deadwind Harvester."

"I have met you masters." Aristophanes saluted.

The mages on the opposite side also took off their hoods one after another. They first looked at Ursales on his back, and then returned the salute. Among them, Meryl Xiefeng spoke first: "Half-elf mage, welcome to the guardian." Temple, we have been waiting for a long time, let's go."

Soon they came to the Dome of Stone, where preparations for the meeting were made, and everyone sat down one after another.

Skavel looked around and spoke first: "I think you all already know the reason why we gathered here, Aristophanes, please."

The half-elf mage nodded, and casually placed the scythe on the table for the mages present to inspect.

Except for Meryl Evilwind, the other mages couldn't wait to stand up and approach it, trying to study it at a close distance.

However, after leaving Aristophanes, the Ulthalesian Deadwind Harvester suddenly released his power, and the strong chaotic magic power radiated from its blade, allowing the sickle to float on the table out of thin air.

The mages who approached were turned pale by this magic power, and now they knew why the eredar mage could destroy the ecological environment of Deadwind Path by himself.

"Such an evil whisper! How on earth did he do it?" Meryl Xiefeng was also a little shocked by Ursales' horror.

"That's why I brought him here." Scarville was prepared, so he was not affected. "He has a spell that can close the brain, so he can isolate this bewitching voice."

And the other mages of the Tirisfal Council were even more unbearable. They stood still and tried their best to resist Usales' voice, with drops of cold sweat streaming down their foreheads.

"Well, Aristophanes, put it away," said Scarville suddenly.

Aristophanes directly reached out his hand to hold its handle under the shocked gazes of these mages, and then withdrew the dissipated chaotic magic power, and the sickle returned to its ordinary appearance again, although its appearance was still ferocious. But it doesn't exude the palpitating magic power like before.

"How did you manage not to be affected by it?" Human mage Daniel asked directly after Aristophanes put away his scythe.

Merrill Xiefeng didn't wait for Aristophanes to open his mouth, and replied directly: "Obviously, Usales considers him the master."

Everyone was silent for a while, they didn't know what to say.

"Okay, you guys also know about the situation in Ursales, Aristophanes, tell me your opinion." Scarville said at this time.

The elf mage held Ulthales, looked around and said, "I can hand over this weapon for you to study and seal, but the Tirisfal Council must exchange it with something that attracts me."

Scarville and Merrill Xiefeng glanced at each other, then nodded and said, "Aristophanes, I can agree with you on this point. Also, do you want to join us?"

"You mean the Council of Tirisfal?"

"Yes, you also know our responsibilities, and our first guardian Alodi is also a half-elf mage, you must have heard of his name. I am very optimistic about you, and I hope you can help protect Ai Xerath contributes his share."

Aristophanes thought for a while and said, "May I think about it?"

Scarville nodded: "You don't have to make a decision in such a hurry. During your stay here, you can come and tell me your answer at any time. Okay, let's end the meeting, Master Aiannis, please lead Ali Steffen has gone to where he lives."

The old elf mage nodded, and then led Aristophanes away, and the other mages followed behind them.

At night, the Guardian's private library.

"Ebony, ebony, ah, I found it!" Scarville was wearing a linen robe, and found a very delicate thick book from the messy pile of books. On the cover was a shining blue staff logo, It reads "Alodi's Ebonchill".

He patted the dust on it, flipped through the thick pages, and found a passage, and read it in a low voice with the purple light of the arcane crystal:

"As Alodi neared the completion of his hundred years of Guardianship, he decided to pass on Ebonchill to one of his learned apprentices.

What he chose was not the most powerful.

For Alodi, the most important qualities are the ability to empathize with others, be resourceful and compassionate.

After careful consideration, he entrusted his staff to an apprentice who best exemplified these qualities.

Thus, the tradition of black sandal cold passed down between master and apprentice began, which lasted for thousands of years. "

After reading this passage, Scarville saw the Ebony Chill floating on the pedestal by the wall of the library. Its form had undergone a huge change from before he left, from a normal blue appearance to a floating purple Crystal's Will of the Archmage appearance.

Skavel looked at it and smiled wryly: "Did you perceive Ulthales or the half-elf mage?"

The Ebony Chill trembled, and some arcane energy spilled from it, as if to indicate that he had both.

"Well, not long after the teacher handed you over to me, I took over as the guardian, Atiesh was also passed on to me, and you were also placed here." At this time, Black Sandalwood Chill spun rapidly. , to express their dissatisfaction.

"Okay, okay, I know you are not weaker than Atiesh, but as a guardian, Atiesh is indeed the most suitable staff, so I can only wrong you. Originally, I wanted to wait for me to accept apprentices, Choose an apprentice to pass you on to, but it looks like you've already made up your mind."

Black Sandalwood Chill shook up and down, indicating that it was indeed so.

"If you want to go with him, that's fine. It just so happens that we also need the scythe that sealed him. But seeing Aristophanes' attitude towards the artifact, are you sure he will want you?"

Black Sandalwood Chill was quiet now, but immediately began to turn into all kinds of gaudy looks.

"You mean you have many forms, and there will always be one he will like?" Scarville closed the book in his hand dumbfounded, and then continued, "Okay, I will take you to meet him tomorrow , then you two should have a good discussion."

At this time, in the place where Aristophanes lived, the Ursalus headwind harvester seemed to feel that his master did not intend to take him anymore, and also started various "seduction" actions, but Aristophanes watched quietly. It morphs and then weakens Occlumency.

A few small whispers reached his soul: "Own me, you can control countless powerful demons! Own me, you can release invincible spells! Own me, you can have a power that even Sargeras can't resist !"

Listening to these whispers, Aristophanes picked his ears boredly, and then closed his brain again. He used this method every night for the past week to hone his resistance to the whispers of the soul.

"It seems that these so-called soul whispers are nothing more than spying on the desires in people's consciousness, and then using words to lure their masters." Aristophanes thought to himself, "Thanks to the Occlumency I learned before , these whispers have no effect on me at all, does that mean that the whispers of the ancient gods can't do anything to me?"

He thought a lot that night, and he also looked forward to what the Tirisfal Council would give him in exchange. The artifact is the best, although it is unlikely, but no matter how bad it is, he must take out some precious materials and rare books! And at this moment, he never imagined that Scarville would offer him something as compensation.