Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"I won, Your Majesty Anasteria, Belovar...Your Excellency Speaker, so who else wants to end?" Aristophanes said loudly, the magic power in his body was constantly pulsating, and the sand under his feet It is also constantly being blown up, forming a series of rings.

The beach is full of traces of magic, burned, frozen, and struck by lightning, and Salwai Dawnblade half-kneeled in front of Aristophanes, lying down on the sand not far behind him. Jonatas Dawnheart who was on the ground struggled to get up.

All the elves looked at the two defeated colleagues and were silent.

"Then, does anyone else want to try it?" Anasteria's indifferent voice reached the ears of the councilors, and the meaning contained in it made other councilors dare not speak out.

Looking at the lowered congressman, Anasteria said nothing, and turned around to look at Aristophanes standing by the sea. He raised his head and held his long sword behind his back. The scattered energy entangles and repels each other, forming a magnificent scene, which is in stark contrast to the elf councilors beside him.

"Your Majesty, let's call it a day." Belovar stepped forward to persuade, "They have all been emboldened by Aristophanes."

Anasterian looked gloomy, snorted coldly, ignored the others, opened the portal and walked in.

Beloval sighed, and then said to the elf councilors beside him: "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and help the two injured councilors up!"

Only then did the elves nod, and ran past Aristophanes in a mess, while Belovar came in front of Aristophanes, looking at his "apprentice" with a complicated expression.

"Do you understand what kind of consequences you will cause if you make such a fuss?"

"Oh? Then I have to suffer this ignorance for nothing, and even hand over the fruits of my painstaking efforts?" Aristophanes put away his magic sword and looked up at the teacher who had educated him, "And having said that, And who gave you the confidence to frame a great magister? Just relying on the Sunwell?"

Belovar was at a loss for words for a while, and then sighed: "Well, our estimation was wrong, but His Majesty the King will definitely take measures to limit the development of Windrunner and Farwalker."

"Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover," Aristophanes said directly, "Even if the kingdom really can't accommodate me, it's not a big problem for me to go north or south."

Looking at the determined and uncompromising elf mage, Belovar sighed again [new] and did not speak any more. Instead, he called a group of congressmen to help the injured elf step into the portal and returned to Silvermoon City.

At night, Windrunner's residence in Silvermoon City.

"Aristophanes, is this the end of the matter?"

"Ah, yes, Alleria," Aristophanes said flatly, looking at the brightly lit Silvermoon City, "His Majesty's intelligence chief has found out the ins and outs, and the escaped executive has also been caught." , and was caught in the manor of Dawnblade's family, and confessed to all the facts, and then Salwai drained the magic power of that elf and the judge who tortured you before, and exiled him to Grand Knot In the dense forest outside the bounds. As for the apology, you have also seen it."

Upon hearing this, Alleria turned her head to look at dozens of large and small boxes placed in the living room, with the logos of the Blade of Dawn and the Heart of Dawn family on them. She had opened them before, and they were filled with precious minerals. , high-quality arcane crystals, and some shop title deeds. After this battle, the two families not only failed to bite off a piece of meat from Fengxing Zhe,

Instead, it paid a huge price.

"Where's the black hand behind the scenes?"

"The black hand?" Aristophanes took a sip from his wine glass, then pointed to the Tower of Sunfury, "The biggest black hand is right there, and his left and right are stained."

"You mean..."

"Yes, His Majesty planned all of this." Aristophanes said lightly, "The director apparently belongs to the Dawnblade family, but in fact he is a spy under Lord Abbas and is directly responsible to the king. .”

Alleria was completely stunned.

"Why, I can't believe it?" The elf mage smiled and took her hand, and the calluses on the belly of his fingers slid across his palm, "It's lucky that I snatched up this task and didn't let me come here, otherwise you would have been so early They were eaten and there was nothing left."

"Nonsense," Alleria blushed, "Obviously I gave it to you! If I come, I will definitely be no worse than you!"

Aristophanes smiled and said nothing more.

"Then what should we do in the future? Even a political idiot like me knows that the king will definitely change his policies to suppress us..."

"Don't worry, I have everything. You should know by the end of the year."

Alleria looked at Aristophanes' profile illuminated by the arcane lantern, and secretly made a decision in her heart.

On the other side, the Tower of Sunfury.

"Father, what's going on? Are we going to let that guy go like this?" Kael'thas had already returned to his usual polite manner, but his anxious tone betrayed his heart.

Anasteria played with a magic ring tributed by Salwai, and said, "Be quiet, my child, this is just a test that I conducted with Belovar. The test subjects include Councilors, nobles, Aristophanes, and . . . you."

Kael'thas was stunned for a moment, then realized: "What the chief guard said..."

"It was arranged by me. His other identity is the leader of the 'Shadow Lynx' team under Lord Abbas." Anasteria put down the ring, then turned to look at his son, "As for your test As a result, it can only be said to be barely qualified.”

The elf prince looked at his father, and suddenly felt that he seemed a little strange: "But the relationship between us and the speaker is not..."

"If you want to become the ruler of Quel'Thalas in the future, Kael'thas, you must adapt and learn such a compromise and balance." Anasterian looked at his son with a disbelieving face and sighed. , "And accidents, just like this time, Aristophanes' strength is far beyond what Belovar and I imagined. This accident has added a lot of variables to our plan."

Then the king's expression became serious: "Of course, his strength has soared very unmagically. The information sent by the spies under Abbas shows that there is no major arcane node in the Farstrider Fortress, and the spells in his hand It’s a line of its own, which makes people very curious.”

"what do you mean?"

"Next, I will continue to put pressure on the Farstrider Fortress," Anasteria said of his plan, "At the same time, I will use the council to weaken the connection between Windrunner and other Ranger families. Let me see what he has in hand. Is there something else in there?"

"As for you..." Anasteria hesitated, and decided to keep Kael'thas away from Silvermoon City, "Kael'thas, it's better to go back to Dalaran, the current form of the kingdom is not suitable for you And, I'll leave you with a clean Quel'Thalas when I'm done with them!"

Looking at Anasteria's hand on his shoulder, Kael'thas nodded. He thought that only in the human kingdom would there be so many twists and turns, but this experience did make him understand. many.

"I understand, father." Kael'thas said with firm eyes.

The father and son enjoyed each other happily, and no one noticed the green light flashing in Anasteria's eyes.