Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

A month later, Deadwind Pass.

"Come on, Walter, put that log here!"

"Okay, Baloric." A middle-aged human carrying wood followed the request of another human holding blueprints, and walked to his side to put down the wood.

He wiped the sweat off his head, glanced at the desolate but very lively construction site around him, and asked his friend next to him in a low voice: "Baluo, don't you think this place is weird?"

The human who looked down at the blueprint raised his head and glanced at him: "Work hard, Walter, we are all paid."

Then he took out the necklace around his neck, a small piece of purple crystal hung at the bottom of the ordinary copper chain, emitting a soft light.

Walter also touched his neck, where he also had the same necklace.

"See this, Walter? This is the legendary magic jewelry, made by elves! Back in Stormwind City, you can exchange for hundreds of gold coins with just this, that's hundreds of gold coins!"

Walt was stunned, and was not shocked by the income of hundreds of gold coins. Instead, he pointed at the other craftsmen who were working around him, and asked with some doubts: "But every worker here has one Ah, there are many types, rings, necklaces, accessories, are they really so valuable?"

Baloric said impatiently: "After all, the elves are very rich, and I don't know the specific situation, that's all, don't ask these questions, hurry up and work and leave this place where no shit!"

Suddenly a "boom" came to their ears, but neither of them responded, and turned their heads to continue working.

"Hahaha, elf boy, although the place you picked is desolate, there are still a lot of stones used as building materials, and there are some minerals in the mountains, what a good place!" A red-haired dwarf Holding a blasted stone in his hand, he looked at the mountain in front of him that had just been blasted by Aristophanes and said.

"Is this true, Firebeard?" Aristophanes withdrew his magic power to disperse the smoke and asked the dwarves beside him.

"Call me Monsagun!" the dwarf jumped up, "and don't doubt a dwarf's ability in mining and construction!"

"Okay, Monsagun." Aristophanes replied somewhat perfunctorily.

"Ahhhhhh, I'm so mad, you tall guy," the dwarf threw down the ore, and directly took out the pickaxe behind his back, "Sayil, McCann, quickly lead your people over, I want this elf to know the power of our dwarves!"

A group of dwarves sitting on the other side chatting and drinking stood up one after another, picked up the heavy equipment and came to the entrance of the cave.

"Monsagun, are you sure there is a mine here?" A female dwarf asked carelessly, holding a hammer, "We have never opened a mine in such a place where vitality is scarce before, in case you make a mistake... .”

Monsa Guen's beard was upturned, and he swung the pickaxe in his hand vigorously: "If I make a mistake in my judgment, I will give you a few bottles of my treasured Thunder spirits for free!"

The dwarves' eyes lit up when they heard this sentence: "Are you serious?"

"The Firebeard family never lies!"

"Okay, that elf, it's up to you to be the witness."

"No problem, if you succeed in finding the mineral, I can provide you with some fine wine from the Northland elves."

"You should keep the drink that is as soft as Dun Morogh's snow water for yourselves! For Thunder Spirits,

Let's go! "

The dwarves shouted, and immediately started mining with a clear division of labor.

Aristophanes shrugged and turned to leave, the shouts and cursing of the dwarves behind him became louder and louder.

"My lord, according to your request, we have already prepared enough wood, and the rest of the materials are also being transported urgently. I have also memorized the drawings, and we can start working tomorrow."

"Well done, Barlow, you are indeed the top craftsman of the Van Cleef family."

"It is my honor to serve you, my lord." Baloric shook his head and said in a low voice, "However, my lord, the environment here is really harsh, the weather is gloomy, food must be transported outside, and it is difficult to preserve, drinking water must also It can only be mined at the bottom of the canyon, and the work efficiency of workers may not be as high as in other places.”

"It's okay, Barlow, what the elves need most is time," Aristophanes said while watching the two human craftsmen cooperate with each other sawing wood, "but you can't deliberately delay. As for other life issues, is it as long as you have enough money?" can it be solved?"

"But my lord, the cost is..."

"Don't worry about the cost. I will provide you with enough gold coins. If you don't have enough gold coins, use magic jewelry instead. I only ask for a little. Use your best level to build this place, understand?"

"As you order, my lord."

At night, Aristophanes opened a portal leading to the Farstrider Fortress with the help of the hidden magic barrier.

"Macdos, it's me, stop guarding." Aristophanes stepped out of the portal and said to the arcane elemental guards who were staring at him.

"Drip, the certification is passed, welcome back, Master Aristophanes." Markdos put away the armor on his arms, and the blue mana gradually retreated into his core.

"What happened to the territory recently?"

"Ms. Sylvanas once entered laboratories No. 1 and No. 3, and took away samples No. 6 and No. 8 respectively."

"Is it 'Teritaserum' and 'Azur Lasso'?" Aristophanes thought for a while, they were made according to the "Harry Potter" potion and Diana's "Truth Lasso", respectively." Did she say what it was used for?"

"Ms. Sylvanas didn't explain her purpose to me," Makdos said in a dull voice, "but according to Captain Lor'themar Theron, she went deep into the jungle with Taranas, and then Appears to have captured an important troll figure."

"I see. Is there any movement from Windrunner?"

"No news has come."

Aristophanes nodded. He knew that it was Liresa and Creevey who blocked the king and the parliament, but if the problem was not resolved, they would still be swallowed up by the eyeing nobles and royal family.

"Okay, Markdos, you go to rest."

"As you order, my lord."

Aristophanes came to the top of the tower. He looked at the stars in the sky quietly, and behind him was the sparkling Lake Allendal. Blowing his long bangs.

The elf mage lowered his eyelids, quietly feeling the tranquility in front of him, recalling his actions over the past year, and made a certain determination in his heart.

Then he opened his eyes, and the blue-purple magic power surged straight into the sky, and countless birds in the forest woke up from their deep sleep, flapping their wings and flying to the dark sky.