Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Seeing the Sentinel General with a serious expression and his whole body staring at him tensely, Aristophanes dismissed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and then asked with a smile: "Santis, this is the purpose of your visit this time!"

"Why, don't you want to rule over all the creatures on this continent like that queen?" Shandris turned her head and continued to look at the brightly lit fortress. The cold white moonlight flowed on her fingertips, illuminating the Her lavender face.

Aristophanes didn't bother to go around in circles with her, and said bluntly and forcefully: "Believe it or not, Shandris, everything I do is for my people, and I hope they can have a better future. As for what kind of light of light you said to be like Azshara, I'm not interested."

Shandris looked at the elf in front of him, there seemed to be something burning in those blue-purple pupils, and the magic sword and short staff hanging on his waist were also buzzing, as if responding to his words , She didn't understand until later that it was something called belief.

"I originally only wanted to protect my adoptive parents, Alleria, Cylvanas, and the others, and change their tragic fate. Later, with the favor of King Anasteria, I got to know many Quel'dorei , so I plan to work harder and change their fate."

"That Kaldorei..."

"It's just a coincidence," Aristophanes said lightly, "I wanted to fly directly to Elesalas, but I happened to meet Namulia Linge and the others, and then I was invited by you. Then the following series of things will happen.

Have you ever thought that if I didn't accept your invitation and went directly to the ruins of Elre'Thalas to contact the Syndras, Weinstein, Fandral, the elves of Southwind Village and the battle between Silithus and the bugs What will happen in the end? "

Shandris fell silent after hearing these words.

Aristophanes ignored her silence but said indifferently: "Actually, I have no interest in what kind of life you Kaldorei lead, and you think I would be happy to put up with people like Fandral Staghelmet ?

From him, I can see the mentality of most druids, paranoid, arrogant, and opposed to communicating with us Quel'dorei who use arcane arts.

And Modant Eternal Shadow also contacted me, and told me in detail about the discrimination against the Syndra mages who tried to integrate into Kaldorei society. "

"..." Shandris Yuyue still didn't speak.

"I will gradually reduce the existence of Quel'Thalas in Kalimdor as you wish, and Elesalas can also be handed over to Kaldorei directly, but we will not give in to Un'Goro.

After I meet the Suramar delegation, I will apply to His Majesty Anasterian to invite them to visit Silvermoon City.

Alright, let's stop talking here tonight, I will try to settle the matters in hand within a week and rush to Eresalas. "

After Aristophanes finished speaking, he looked down at the sentinel general in front of him, and Shandris also raised his head, his golden pupils staring at the elf mage in front of him: "Okay, I hope you will do what you say."

After finishing speaking, Shandris Yuyue sighed, dissipated the brilliance from her fingers, and walked out of the office without turning her head.

The next day, it was still the Ranger Ranger's training ground, and the elves were still watching the battle between Cirvanas and Shandris Feather Moon, but the situation was completely different from yesterday:

What Shandris Yuyue was holding was not yesterday's moon blade, but a sentinel's unique three-bladed throwing dart. She jumped left and right like a moonsaber, and Cirvanas had split the spear into two again, struggling to resist Shandris' violent attack.

"Left, left, right!" Cirvanas pursed her lips, staring at the three-bladed throwing dart that slashed back and forth.

With an exquisite power change, the short spear in Cirvanas' hand was directly picked up by Shandris Yuyue, and the short spear hit the ground with a spin, while the tip of the dart was stable. It stopped firmly at Cirvanas' neck.

Aristophanes stood at the window, looked at the defeated Cirvanas on the training ground, shook his head, turned around, sat back at the desk, and started writing.

Silvermoon City, Tower of Sunfury.

"Your Majesty, Aristophanes Windrunner has sent you an urgent message through a secret channel." An elf wearing a mask reported to the king in front of him.

Anasterian stopped the magic circle in his hand, and took the sheepskin scroll presented by the maid.

Looking at the bright red phoenix seal and the blue-purple seal of the Tower of the Far Traveler above, Anasteria condensed a little magic power on his fingertips and opened the magic lock on the scroll.

"Well, the envoys of Suramar?" The king pondered for a while after reading it, then as if he had made up his mind, he raised his pen and wrote two letters, and handed them to the envoy: "These two letters are sent through your channel, A letter to Aristophanes, and a letter to the prince of Dalaran, be quick."

"Follow Your Majesty."

Aristophanes soon received a reply from His Majesty the King. In the letter, His Majesty the King agreed with his opinion of inviting Suramar's envoys to visit Silvermoon City, and asked him to facilitate the matter as soon as possible.

"Did His Majesty say anything else?" Aristophanes asked the messenger.

The elven stalker wearing a mask shook his head, and said that he only received the mission of delivering the letter, and he didn't know anything else.

"Thank you," Aristophanes put away the secret letter, indicating that he could leave.

After a while, the dusty Taranas came to his office.

Compared to before, Taranas was obviously haggard at this time, and some white hair appeared on his sideburns. He sat aside with great determination, picked up the teapot on the table and drank it. stand up.

"Tell me, what are you calling me for?"

"Uh, I'm going to take a long trip next time. I've already arranged everything about the territory. It's still the old rules. You'll still be in charge of the military."

Taranas nodded, but he said: "But our current patrol area already includes all the forests on the north side of the main road, and the manpower is obviously insufficient, so I hope you can recruit another group of rangers."

"Well, let me apply to His Majesty the King when I come back this time. In addition, I have some new ideas about machinery, which should solve some of the problems of insufficient troops."

Taranas nodded: "Okay, I'll go back first, David asked me to go fishing with him today!"

A month later, in Eresalas, Aristophanes was sitting with the Suramar envoys.

The leader of the envoy, the chief arcanist Talysa, took the fiery red scroll handed to her by Aristophanes very solemnly and said to Aristophanes who was sitting opposite: "Aristophanes, we must I will first report the results of this trip to Grand Magister Elisande, but personally, I am willing to accept the invitation of King Anasteria to go to Quel'Thalas."

Aristophanes nodded, and then said: "Then the purpose of my trip has been achieved, the next thing is the negotiation between you and Kadorei, Kadorei will send someone to talk to you .”

As soon as the words were finished, the people in the Suramar Mission suddenly quarreled, and Talisa also frowned.

"Didn't they say the exact time?"

Aristophanes shrugged: "Not all the elves like me to cut through the mess and get straight to the point, but I guess the wrangling among them should be almost the same, and they will send someone to contact you soon."

Talisa stopped the restlessness of the others, and said to Aristophanes with a wry smile: "It seems that I can only send a group of people back to Suramar to report to Lord Elisande, so what are you, Aristophanes?" Do you want to wait for a reply?"

The elf mage played with the quill in his hand: "I will stay in Elesalas for a while and announce something to the Quel'dorei here, so I can wait for your news."