Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"Here we come!" His Majesty the King, who had closed his eyes to meditate, suddenly opened his eyes and grasped the Flame Strike at his waist. The ancient artifact seemed to be excited.

There was a burst of exclamation outside the door, followed by the sound of some kind of creature flapping its wings and the painful cry of an elf.

Everyone looked at the door, only to see an elf mage walking in, dragging a bound and disheveled elf.

"Aristophanes!" Aurelia couldn't help shouting when she saw the person coming.

The elf mage glanced at her, nodded slightly, and then looked at Anasteria, who was holding the Flame Strike expressionlessly.

"Your Majesty, I'm here." After Aristophanes finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall became more and more heavy.

And Jonatas Dawnblade saw that the trapped elves were his descendants, and immediately took a step forward: "Aristophanes, how dare you treat a kingdom judge like this?"

"Oh? Master Jonatas, then I would like to ask who gave him the power to directly execute an officer in active service in the kingdom? And the object of the execution is the sister of a master." Aristophanes questioned In front of him was an elf with long fiery red hair and beard that looked like a lion. He knew this elf.

As soon as these words came out, all the elves present were taken aback, except the king, prince and Aurelia.

"Aristophanes, are you sure what you said is the truth?" Belovar said slowly.

"Master Belovar, you can ask the judges who are still outside the Tower of Judgment, as well as the presiding judge Quincy. I think they should give you a reasonable answer."

Beloval shook his head upon hearing this and stopped talking.

Jonatas hesitated for a while, but still took out a fiery red staff from the ring, and the bursting magic power rushed towards the seemingly defenseless Aristophanes like a wave.

The sorcerer of the Windwalker family let go of his left hand, and took off the Ebony Chill he was carrying on his back. The staff let out a soft moan, as if waking up from a deep sleep.

"Aristophanes, even if you are already a master and have been wronged, you still need to abide by the rules set by the council, understand? And Prince Kael'thas was attacked after he left your territory, and he was also attacked at the attack location. Found the banner and equipment of Farstrider Fortress, which has nothing to do with you anyway.

So for the sake of the kingdom, and for the sake of your family, let's get caught, we are all compatriots, don't force us to take action, otherwise you will definitely meet an unseemly end. "Beside Jonatas, another elf councilor stood up, holding the one-handed long sword with purple magic aura shining on his waist,

Some arrogantly looked at the elf mage in front of him, and uttered something like an ultimatum.

"Who are you?"

The elf froze for a moment, then asked incredulously, "You don't know me?"

"Why should I know you?"

Aristophanes ignored him, but released the ice armor for himself. White cold air filled his body instantly, and even the temperature in the hall dropped several degrees in an instant. Fayin, then asked the king and speaker present: "So you all think that I sent someone to attack Prince Kael'thas?"

Everyone was silent, but Beloval said aloud: "Lord Salwai is right, Aristophanes, if you want to stay in the kingdom, you must abide by the rules we set."

Aristophanes smiled and shook his head, realizing that the king and the council may have reached a certain consensus, and everything about himself, the Farstrider Fortress, and the Windrunner family became victims. At this moment, he was really disheartened .

Even so, he still does not intend to give in. After all, this is Azeroth, and the dignity and strength of the great magister do not allow him to submit to these people here. Even if he tears his face, he must let them understand his determination.

"Okay, then let's see Zhenzhang, and let me see how powerful you people who keep saying that you are for the kingdom!" Then he put on the hood so that his expression could not be seen clearly, and the robe on his body began to change. There was no wind, but the temperature in the hall dropped sharply again. The councilors released various protective spells to ensure the temperature, and Kael'thas and Aurelia had no choice but to back out of the hall.

Jonatas calmly looked at the fully armed elf in front of him. Before that, he also knew that Salwai's persuasion was unlikely to succeed, because firm belief is the most basic condition for being promoted to a master, and only after this can he discuss other matters. . Although I don't know what path the mage in front of me is following, he must be different from himself and other members of the council.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but slightly regretted his previous arrogance, but was immediately shocked: "Why would I have such an idea?"

The patriarch of Heart of Dawn widened his eyes and clenched the staff tightly in his hand. The scorching but gentle mana circulated in his body, dispelling the discomfort.

He looked at the elf on the opposite side, and found a white light flashed from his hand. On the other side, Salwai, who stood up to persuade him before, was obviously in a bad mood, with an angry expression on his face. The long sword Heart of Dawn, a family heirloom, was even half unsheathed at his waist, with a golden spine and a blue-purple blade. Very conspicuous.

"Heh, is the master of Silvermoon City as powerful as this? A small emotion-enhancing spell will make you close to losing control, really..." Aristophanes' voice came from under the hood.

"You!" Jonatas, who had a somewhat violent temper, waved the staff in his right hand, mobilizing the surrounding magic power, and a red circular magic circle appeared in front of him.

At this time, Anasteria stood up and stopped Jonatas, and the boundless power mixed with the magic power of the Sunwell directly pressed on the few people present: "Guys, this is the court of the Sunstrider, Quel'Sala The ruler of Sri Lanka lives here, so I advise you to go outside the city, otherwise..."

Belovar also spoke afterwards: "Go to the sea to the north of the city. It has a vast area and is closer to the Sunwell. It is easier for us to arrange large-scale barriers. After all, they are both the great magisters of the kingdom. Not good news for the kingdom."

Then the other councilors jointly released a portal, the king and Belovar walked in first, followed by others, and Aristophanes was at the end.

"Aristophanes!" Alleria called to him again, and the Elven Prince stood by his side.

The elf mage stopped and turned to look at the female ranger: "Go back, Alleria, I am here for everything."

"I understand, you should be careful." Alleria thought for a while, and simply took off the silver bracelet on her wrist and put it on his wrist. It was given to her by Aristophanes with Cirvanas in a certain year. , and the New Year gift from the three sisters, Vereesa, "If you can't do it, admit defeat. Remember that you are not alone behind you."

Aristophanes let Alleria operate, then turned and stepped into the portal.

Alleria watched the portal shrink and disappear. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists. Kael'thas felt that the female elf in front of him seemed to be undergoing some kind of change.

The female ranger seemed to have made up her mind. She opened her eyes and walked out of the hall. Kael'thas froze for a moment, but did not stop her, and the other elves also turned a blind eye.

On the other side, Aristophanes passed through the portal, and they were standing on a small island between Silvermoon City and the Isle of Quel'Danas.

Jonatas and Salwai looked at him one after the other, and the king and the other great magisters stood on the other side. A huge amount of arcane energy poured into the magic circle in front of Jonatas, and a dragon head made of flames appeared in front of the magic circle, facing the Windrunner mage who had just stepped out of the magic circle.

"There is still time to surrender and admit defeat, Aristophanes."

What responded to him was Aristophanes' flash and the roaring ice cone!

Jonatas reacted extremely quickly, the mighty and majestic dragon head opened its mouth, orange-red flames spewed out in a fan shape, and the ice cone flew smaller and smaller, and finally melted into the air.

He controlled the faucet and started to move forward, leaving a huge black trace and some shiny items on the ground, all of which were vitrified items left after the sand was burned at high temperature.

"Jonatas' dragon's breath technique has improved again, Belovar."

"Yes, Your Majesty, although he has a bad temper, he is indeed very talented in fire magic. At least no one else present can compare to him, but..." Beloval hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter, Belloire?"

"I am very familiar with the elf mages in Silvermoon City, but Aristophanes, to be honest, I have never been able to understand him well, and although the plan made this time revealed part of his hole cards, in the future he will be with us. The relationship between them will definitely enter a cold period."

"So what." Anasteria narrowed his eyes and looked at the two people who were fighting spells in front of him. "He's just a half-elf with some talent. Since I can support him, I can also push him down." Go on. What's more, the threat of trolls has been temporarily eliminated, and it's time for the Farstrider Fortress to be taken back into my hands."

"But he is a great magister after all..."

"What about the great magister? As long as there is a sunwell, no matter how many great magisters there are, there will be no trouble!" Anasteria said indifferently, "No matter who planned this attack, I have to thank you Him, Kael'thas has stayed in the human world for too long, so I just took this opportunity to let him manage a territory first."

Looking at the king who has made up his mind, Beloval sighed. From the last troll invasion and the later noble traitor Fenrir Daywalker, the parliament has been powerless to restrict His Majesty the king, and all this is thanks to the popularity in front of him. Gifted by the Elven Mage.

The speaker couldn't help shaking his head remembering the connection between them, and then continued to concentrate on watching the battle between the two mages in front of him.