Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Alfred looked at Bruce and Zatanna who were still trying to perceive the magic circle, stood up and walked towards Aristophanes.

"Your Majesty, I would like to ask if Bruce must study here in the future?"

Diana raised her head, looked at Alfred with a look of fear on her face, and then turned her head to look at Aristophanes, with curiosity in her eyes: "I'm curious about what you showed at Bruce's house, so that you can put such A housekeeper was frightened into this."

"Ahem," Aristophanes patted Diana to signal her not to make trouble, and then said calmly, "Alfred, it depends on Bruce's own decision. I won't force him to stay here."

At this moment, Aristophanes felt that the magic power in the surrounding air began to stir, and the source of the restlessness came from little Bruce in front of him.

Diana and Alfred also noticed the abnormality, and they followed Aristophanes to get up and look at the boy and girl who appeared strange in front of them. Looking at the colorful light spots surrounding little Bruce, the butler had a worried look on his face.

Bruce opened his eyes at this moment, and he was also taken aback by the magical energy surrounding him.

"Don't be nervous, Bruce, empty your mind, follow your instincts, and imagine the magic circle you just saw."

Aristophanes' words seemed to have some kind of magical power to quickly comfort little Bruce. He closed his eyes again, and the light spots around him gradually changed from colorful to a single blue-white. At the same time, the temperature in the room also dropped a bit. Aristophanes snapped his fingers and gave Diana and Alfred each a constant temperature spell.

On the other side, Zatanna, who was standing beside Bruce, also opened her eyes, stretched out her right hand, and a magic circle quickly spread out on it, and a small golden flame began to burn blazingly, and changed into All kinds of small animals are lifelike.

"Very well, Zatanna, your talent in magic is indeed unparalleled."

Zatanna quickly extinguished the spell in her hand after hearing the voice of the elf mage, and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your teaching, Your Excellency Aristophanes."

The elf mage waved his hand: "It's because you have enough talent, you can draw inferences from one instance, and understand enough knowledge from my magic circle."

Zatana then looked worriedly at the little friend beside him, at this time white frost had begun to appear on Bruce's body.

But soon Bruce woke up, his pupils had changed from black to blue, surrounded by countless tiny ice crystals, and Zatana had to stay away from him to prevent the ice crystals from hitting her.

"Sir, what's wrong with me?" Bruce's voice was a little flustered.

"Calm down, Bruce," Aristophanes approached him, and then, ignoring the tiny ice crystals, reached out and pressed his forehead, and then the two stood motionless.

Alfred looked anxious, and wanted to step forward but was worried: "Ms. Diana, do you know what's going on?"

"Don't worry, Alfred," a smile leaked from the Amazon princess's alluring face, "this is a good thing for little Bruce, he will wake up soon."

Things really happened as Diana said, the fine ice crystals surrounding Bruce quickly disappeared into the air, the hoarfrost on Bruce's face also slowly melted, and then drops of water flowed down the corners of his brows, Aris Toffin and Bruce Jr. opened their eyes at the same time.

"Have you decided,

Bruce? "

"Yes, Teacher Aristophanes, thank you for your teaching."

The elf mage nodded, stretched out his right hand, and then a thick spell book flew into his hand from the shadows at the back of the room. Aristophanes opened it and flipped through it casually, while spell auras continuously appeared in his left hand. into the page.

"Hiss," Zatanna recognized what Aristophanes was doing, and couldn't help gasping.

"What's the matter Zatana?" Bruce asked softly, drinking the tea Alfred poured him.

"To be honest, Bruce, I'm a little jealous of you."

"Don't be jealous of Bruce, Naboo's helmet, necklace and cloak are much stronger than this spell book, Zatanna." Aristophanes said as he took out a cold crystal and put it into the hole on the cover In the middle, a white light flashed, and the spell book floated in the air automatically without wind.

"Bruce, come on, use the method I just gave you."

Little Bruce jumped off the stool, then walked to Aristophanes, mobilized a bit of mental power to integrate into the spell book according to the method given to him by the elf mage.

Then he reached out and took the book from the air into his hand. A line of ancient elf text appeared on the blank cover. Although he didn't know it, he could understand the meaning: ""Bruce's Guide to Ice Spellcasting"?"

"According to our agreement, Bruce, this book has everything from basic knowledge to intermediate-level ice spells, and I have also set the appropriate classification. Do you see the crystal on the cover? Whenever you can take a breath Fill it once to unlock the next stage of spell knowledge."

Bruce hugged the heavy book tightly and nodded.

"Okay, let's stop here today, and I will take you back."

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In October 1999, Smallville, Kansas, in the middle of the United States, was late at night.

With a "bang", a violent explosion emanated from the Kent family's granary.

"Jonathan, what's the matter? Was it an earthquake?" The white cabin suddenly lit up.

"It shouldn't be an earthquake. Martha, don't move. I'll go out and see what's going on," said a typical white Kansas farmer as he walked out of the white two-story building.

"I'll come with you, Jonathan," asked the white man named Martha, coming to the door of the house.

"No need, it should be no big deal for me, did something fall down?"

Martha heard Jonathan's shout, hurried out, and then covered her mouth.

A flame-lit path leads from the barn to the cornfield behind.

"Be careful, Martha, I'll go and have a look."

Jonathan clenched the ax in his hand and walked carefully into the barn.

"It's okay, Martha, you can come too, there is still a problem that needs to be dealt with."

Martha hurried into the barn that had been destroyed and couldn't bear to look straight at it. A strange flying machine appeared in front of her, and her husband was holding a crowbar, trying to open it.

"Is this the cause of the destruction of the cornfields and barns?"

"It should be," Jonathan wiped the sweat from his brow, then inserted the crowbar into a gap under the burning flame, and broke it off forcefully, a burst of exclamation sounded from the mouths of the two of them.

Martha carefully lifted a baby out of the aircraft. The baby didn't cry, but giggled.

"Looks like it's a gift from heaven, Jonathan."

And Jonathan straightened up, and picked up a black prism engraved with the letter "s" from the side of the crib: "Martha, are you sure you don't want to report it?"

The white woman teased the child in her arms: "This is God's will, Jonathan! He must have let this child appear in front of us to satisfy our regrets. I want to raise him!"

Looking at his determined wife, Jonathan Kent sighed: "Okay, then you can take this child to the house first, and I will deal with these things in case someone finds out tomorrow."