Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Along with Aristophanes' narration, everyone present, including Telegosa, was obsessed with the magnificent pioneering era.

"So, you are indeed our compatriots, and you are a descendant of the Highborne? Now you are collectively called Quel'dorei?" Before Farodin could speak, the purple-skinned woman Shaldorei with a staff on her back appeared. asked.

Aristophanes nodded.

"Then why did you two come out of the enchantment? It doesn't look like you and her were expelled after committing a crime." Farodin asked Talisa.

Aluriel still didn't say a word, while Talisa narrated the prophecy of the great magister Elisande.

"All in all, we came out to find you. As for the next step, Lord Elisande didn't tell me what to do."

Farodin nodded, stood up and said to the three elves and Telegosa: "In this case, you can rest here first, and I will prepare lunch." Then he walked into the depths of the camp.

The four people who stayed at the same place looked at each other silently, and it was Talisa who broke the silence: "Then my compatriots, why did you come to Suramar?"

Aristophanes said bluntly: "Looking for someone, and I have found someone."

"You mean you came here specifically to find this druid named Farodin?" Talisa asked curiously.

The elf mage nodded, and then said to Talisa: "I saw a mysterious research organization in the classics, and I am very curious about their results. According to records, a branch stayed in Suramar, so I Just come and look for it, it turns out that my luck is not bad.”

"So what about you, you've seen us now, do you have any clues?"

Aluriel wiped the double-headed sword in his hand, Talisa gave her a helpless look, and then said: "Actually, I don't know, but I always feel that the change in the Nightwell has something to do with you, so I hope you can come with us."

"How do you judge?"

"The intuition of the chief arcanist." Talisa answered Telegosa with a smile.

"Tsk," Blue Dragon said, "That's it?"

Aristophanes shook his head: "I'm afraid not, Chief Arcanist Your Excellency, I will not leave here until my problem is resolved."

Talisa shrugged.

In fact, she didn't expect to be able to persuade Aristophanes to go with her just like that, and Aluriel had no interest in persuading the elf mage.

Soon several people fell silent again, only the sound of them sipping tea was left in the venue.

But the silence was broken by Farodin. He came over with a large tray, which contained a kind of fruit, cooked rice, and some green vegetables, and these foods had been evenly divided into five portions.

"Come on, fill your stomach first." The night elf placed the tray among the crowd, then took his own portion and ate.

Talisa and Telegosa followed closely behind. Aluriel glanced at the food, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes. Aristophanes noticed this, but he didn't say anything, but He took down his portion of food and prepared to eat it.

He observed the apple-shaped fruit in his hand. The skin was covered with turquoise and blue-purple patterns, which seemed both mysterious and full of vitality.

He took a bite, and as soon as the flesh entered his mouth, a life-rich arcane breath immediately surrounded his tongue, and at the same time, the secret energy in his body became more active.

"This is?" Talisa also noticed something was wrong, and immediately asked the druid.

Farodin said while eating: "This is a purple fruit, a kind of fruit I cultivated according to the notes left by my teacher, but the requirements for the growing environment are too high, so I haven't accumulated much after so many years. "

Aristophanes thought of the organization recorded in the literature and the miraculous thing it had bred, and he understood it. He ate the fruit in two or three mouthfuls, and started eating vegetables and rice instead.

Aluriel took out the magic wine from his bag, unscrewed the cork and drank it without looking at everyone, and quickly drank a full bottle.

After everyone finished eating the food prepared by Farodin, the druid carefully put away the remaining portion. After all, in this wild place, wasting food is extremely shameful.

"Talyssa, we have found the image foreseen by Lord Elisande, and the people inside have also been found. What should we do next?" Aluriel turned his head and asked the chief arcanist, his cheeks flushed slightly.

Talisa frowned and looked at Aristophanes who was recording something, and whispered to the leader of the magic swordsmen who was a little drunk: "Aluriel, wait a minute, I haven't figured out what the elf on the other side is. The ultimate goal, I can report to Lord Elisande after I figure it out."

After appeasing Aluriel, Talisa saw Aristophanes stand up and walk towards the druid Farodin, took out a thick notebook and handed it to him, and said something at the same time.

The expression on Farodin's face changed from being numb at the beginning, to shock and anger later, and finally returned to calm, reaching out to take what Aristophanes handed him.

Talisa couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and walked towards them. At this time, Farodin suddenly asked Aristophanes: "So you are here for Arcandor?"

"Acandor? What's that?" Talisa stopped in her tracks, listening to their conversation.

Aristophanes nodded first, and then shook his head: "Yes, and no, to be precise, I came here for the research results of the 'Guardians'. After all, this artificial creation that can coordinate the balance of arcane and natural forces, It can be called a miracle anyway. But what I want is to democratize this 'miracle'."

Farodin clenched the notes in his hand, with a bitter face: "The teacher left me a lot of materials and real objects, but after the passage of time, most of the materials have been destroyed, and because the demon king near Suramar The energy is getting weaker, and there are fewer and fewer seeds of vitality."

Aristophanes frowned: "Can't they be moved?"

Farodin shook his head: "I'm sure you know that Arcandor's maturity is inseparable from arcane energy and natural energy. This place is very close to Valsharah. Once we have enough arcane power, we can easily borrow it from there. The natural energies of the Arkandor ripen, so here..."

"But isn't Suramar's magic net energy not enough now?" Aristophanes interrupted him, "Okay, among other things, how many active Alcandor seeds are there?"

Farodin held up three fingers.

Aristophanes was stunned: "Isn't it recorded in the classics that the guardians cultivated more than a hundred seeds?"

"You think too highly of me, don't you?" Farodin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'm just a druid, how can I compare with the ability of that kind of big organization! And to be precise, the current complete seeds are two, and the other The activity of one has begun to decline rapidly, and it may not be long before it will be completely inactivated like other seeds."

The elf mage was silent for a while, and then asked: "So as long as there is enough magic net energy, won't this sub-activity decrease?"

"According to the teacher's records, in order for the seeds to revitalize and germinate, in addition to a sufficient amount of magic net energy, life energy is also indispensable."

"I'm asking about keeping the seeds from dying."

"At present, yes, as long as the energy of the magic net is kept to a minimum, the Seed of Arcandor will slowly regain its vitality."