Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Scarville was awakened by a strange whistling sound.

He sat up from the bed, opened the lavender curtains, stretched his body against the rising sun, and then looked at the black sandalwood that was spinning beside him.

"Are you in such a hurry?"

The artifact staff spins faster and faster.

"Tsk, after I wash up, you can't let me see him with this face!" Scarville yawned after scratching his chicken coop-like red hair.

When Scarville walked out of his house, he saw Aristophanes chatting with Adelina in the courtyard while eating breakfast.

"Adeline, what kind of creature do you think you are now? Astral creature? Dimensional creature?" Looking at Adeline's illusory and transparent body, the elf asked, "I don't know if you can still have children. , or are all foals born with space attributes?"

Adelina snorted impatiently, then stretched out her transparent blue tongue, swept away the arcane crystal scum that Aristophanes placed beside her, and swallowed it crunchily.

"You like to eat this now?" Aristophanes looked at it curiously, and seemed to want to study it, "You don't need to excrete after this week, so where do these digested excrement go?"

Looking at Aristophanes whose eyes were shining brightly, Adelina knew that her master had fallen into a terrifying and focused research state again.

It doesn't want to be studied by the elves in this state. It flapped its illusory blue wings, and swept away the arcane crystal fragments that Aristophanes put aside with lightning speed, and then disappeared into the air. inside.

At this moment, Aristophanes looked at Adelina who disappeared, shrugged, and continued to eat his own bread.

"Aristophanes!" Scarville walked in front of him, holding Atiesh in his hand, and floating beside him was a strange staff emitting arcane light.

"Oh, Scarville, you're here. Have you eaten? If you haven't eaten, order some." Aristophanes took out another milk bread according to the habit the two of them had developed a few days ago.

Scarville was not polite either, and went straight to Aristophanes and sat down, then took what he gave, and said while eating, "How is it? Have you thought it through?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to reject you, Scarville." Aristophanes said the answer he thought.

"Really? Can I ask the reason?" Scarville was not disappointed when he heard it, but asked instead.

"The Council of Tirisfal is too big for me, and my current energy is only on Windrunner and Quel'Thalas." Aristophanes said calmly, "Maybe after I complete the next step, maybe I will Looking across the whole of Azeroth."

"That's it." Scarville nodded, and then continued, "Are you worried that the Tirisfal Council will involve too much of your energy?"

"Yes, Scarville. I won't hide it from you. In my opinion, Quel'Thalas and the high elves have entered a very dangerous stage of involution. The conflict between the king and the council has intensified. The upper echelons are obsessed with fighting for power. The middle class eats and waits to die, and the lower class people have no promotion channels, but they still look stupid like they are the best in the world in Quel'Thalas magic technology."

Aristophanes sneered twice: "Obviously there are so many things that can be done, but before I built the Far Traveler Fortress, none of the big shots in Silvermoon City paid attention to that treasured land of geomantic omen. The trolls allowed the trolls to expand in the forest on one acre of land in Moon City, and eventually a large-scale troll invasion occurred**."

Aristophanes took a sip of milk, and then said: "It is us Ranger family who are fighting to death on the front line, and those mages in Silvermoon City, if His Majesty the King did not force them, and Prince Kael'thas Cut off a magister's sacrificial flag,

I'm afraid that each of them will act like a shrinking mouse when the invasion didn't happen. "

"Moreover, the reason why the trolls were able to successfully attack Taquilin was because the magister who sacrificed the banner quietly escaped through the portal of the Sun Temple after giving the order to hold on, causing the first line of defense of the Sun Temple to collapse instantly. And if it wasn't for Prince Kael'thas's courage, it seems to me that this culprit can recover after the war, which is really ridiculous."

"That's right, little guy." At this moment, a voice came from behind them, and the two turned their heads to find that it was the high elf mage Aiannis, holding a spell book emitting blue light in his left hand, and a birch tree in his right hand. A simple long staff made of .

They quickly stood up to give up their seats to the old mage. Aiannis waved the spell book in his hand, and said, "I want to teach the apprentices, you can talk. If you don't mind, you can come and find Aristophanes after the get out of class is over." Me, I'm very interested in hearing your thoughts on the Quel'Thalas issue you just mentioned."

Aristophanes nodded, and then the old mage bid farewell to the two and continued along the corridor and disappeared around the corner.

"Lord Aiannis seemed to be a big shot in Quel'Thalas before, but he chose to leave the north and join us." Scarville explained, "Then according to what you said, Quel'Thalas will definitely Decline?"

"Without me, yes." Aristophanes nodded firmly.

Looking at the confident elf mage, Scarville somewhat understood why Ebonchill chose him.

At this time, the human mage pointed to the staff floating behind him, "Did you see this guy? Since you came here yesterday, it has been wandering around saying that it is looking for you. No, I brought it early in the morning." .”

Aristophanes looked curiously at the staff with a strange shape but with arcane energy constantly overflowing: "This is it?"

"The Black Sandalwood Chill, the staff used by the first guardian Alodi, has been passed down in Dalaran and the Tirisfal Council ever since. I am the heir of this generation, but I took over as the guardian. Tiyesh also passed to me..."

"So it won't be used anymore, right?" Aristophanes took over.

"It's not that I can't use it. What I originally thought was to select a suitable apprentice after returning from the exorcism, and then pass on Black Sandalwood Chill. But for some reason, Black Sandalwood Chill seemed to fall in love with you. Its magical breath, it started whining and chirping last night asking me to bring it to see you."

Aristophanes was a little hard to imagine, how could a staff "wow?"

"Okay, ebony, go and talk to him by yourself, you were so late last night, go back to catch up on sleep." Scarville yawned, and then released the control of ebony cold, The staff flew to Aristophanes with a swish.

Aristophanes stared intently at the famous artifact staff, ignoring Scarville who was leaving, and stretched out his hand to hold the ice-blue staff.

A cold aura emanated from around the staff. When Aristophanes held it, he felt that his brain was empty, and at the same time, a trace of cold magic power rushed into his body along his arm, fused with the flowing secret energy. Together.

"You want me to be your master?"

The ebony chill flashed twice, another magic power merged into his body, and at the same time he felt an emotion of joy.

"Okay," Aristophanes naturally couldn't refuse the mage's artifact that was delivered to his door. He mobilized the secret energy in his body and performed a small ritual of infusing Ebon Chill.

With the infusion of his secret energy, the appearance of Ebon Chill has also changed. Unlike Ursales who is unwilling to accept the energy in his body, Ebon Chill is very adaptable to Aristophanes' secret energy. It quickly changed into a new appearance burning with blue-purple flames and emitted a pleasant emotion.

Aristophanes let go of it, and saw Ebonchill fly around him quickly, and then float quietly by his side.

"Okay, Ursales exchanged Ebon Chill, it's a big favor!" Aristophanes stood up, and walked back to his room with the floating Ebon Chill.

As soon as he entered the room, the floating Ebon Chill seemed to have met his destined enemy, and flew straight to Usales who was leaning against the wall. And Ursales was not to be outdone, a green light flashed on his body, and he floated to the same height as the Ebon Chill, facing each other.

Ignoring Ursales and Ebon Chill who were fighting, Aristophanes took out a sky-blue sealed box that had been prepared earlier, engraved with complex runes, and inlaid several arcane crystals at the same time. As the antithesis of fel energy, arcane seal is the best way to deal with it.

Then he reached out and took Ursalus floating in the air, regardless of his changing struggles, placed it on the bottom of the box, and then activated the fixed magic circle inside the box.

A burst of blue light flashed, and several small white chains appeared around Usales with electric light, binding it tightly, and the other end of the chains was firmly bound to the inner wall of the box.

Aristophanes took one last look at the scythe, then closed the lid, activating the sealing barrier on it, and a soft arcane blue light emitted from the crystal on the surface of the sealing box, diluting the evil energy in the room.

At this time, Ebon Chill, who had witnessed his operation, was very happy, flew to his side and tapped the box lightly, and then a burst of joy passed over.

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In the afternoon, Aristophanes carried the sealed box containing Ulthalus to the main hall yesterday, where the members of the Tirisfal Council had already gathered. Compared with yesterday, some mages of various races appeared scatteredly on the surrounding high platforms.

After seeing the staff floating behind Aristophanes, many mages widened their eyes, and at the same time whispered:

"Look at that, isn't it?"

"That's right, it should be Master Alodi's staff."

"Tsk, he is really lucky."

"How could Blackwood Chill recognize him as the master?"

"Don't you recognize him? Didn't you hear that he fought against the devil with the Lord Guardian? His strength lies there."

"That can't..."

"Silence!" Scarville stood up and shouted when he saw the confusion in the venue, and the hall fell silent immediately.

"Skavelle, this is Ulthalus' Deadwind Reaper. In exchange, I will accept the Ebonchill." Aristophanes put the box on the table and pushed it over.

Scarville took it, and then mobilized his magic power to open the seal. The onlookers turned pale when they saw the bound sickle, and quickly closed the lid to restart the seal.

"Thank you for your generosity, Aristophanes."

"Everyone takes what he wants," said Aristophanes, "what else?"

"Well, do you really not consider joining us?" Scarville wanted to persuade.

"..." Aristophanes still shook his head, "No, Scarville, the reason I already told you very clearly this morning."

"Well, do you have any questions?"

"I would like to consult you with some information, but it seems that you will be busy next time, so I will go back first, and I will look for you later in the evening." After speaking, Aristophanes walked out.