Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"Baloric, who are those elves? Why did they come to do this kind of rough work..." A human craftsman whispered to the craftsman leader who just came out of the hall while correcting the stone.

Baloric didn't look up, but looked at the scroll in his hand: "Well, Thomas, don't ask if you shouldn't, as long as you know that they are here to help us build this hall, by the way, you Today's task is to correct at least twenty stones."

The human craftsman shrugged, but the hammer in his hand obviously accelerated the beating speed: "If you don't ask, don't ask, just twenty stones can't help the great Thomas!

The stonemason Mark also said that when he got up in the morning, he saw a group of fully armed female elves going north. The boy described it to us, saying that those elves are like goddesses. Tell me, Baloric, is it possible for them to choose us? ..."

"..." Looking at the daydreaming human craftsman in front of him, Baloric shook his head, turned and left, and walked to the next work place.

Soon Sencilia and Lucia also came to the construction site. With the help of their spells, the efficiency of human craftsmen was greatly accelerated. In just three days, the work that took half a month to complete before was completed, followed by ten Apprentice engineering mage debut.

Although these apprentices specially trained for construction and construction are not experienced enough, fortunately, the purpose given to them by Aristophanes is clear enough, and the drawings and construction steps are also very clear. These mage apprentices only need to follow the instructions step by step to prepare Materials, depicting runes, and then use manipulative spells such as levitation and mage's hand to install the glass dome planned by Aristophanes.

Even so, at the beginning, there were still two master apprentices who were not attentive enough to cast spells, causing two huge glass covers to fall off. Fortunately, Aristophanes was present at the time, and he waved his staff in time to avoid the engraved glass. The damage to the glass dome of the good rune, after all, it took him a lot of energy to describe this thing.

In the next few days, human craftsmen and engineering mages closed the dome together, and then they began to dig pits down according to Aristophanes' instructions.

"Teacher, according to your request, we have already dug down nearly twenty yards with those humans," Sencilia said to Aristophanes who was sitting at the table, "but I still haven't seen you say those flowing arcane energies."

The light in the hand of the elf mage flickered, and the multi-layered circular magic circle kept rotating, and a number popped up from time to time. Sencilia understood what her teacher was using the "binary" magic circle he developed to calculate. This spell was learned by herself and Lucia. I haven't learned it for a long time.

"I see, how far is it from the depth of my plan?"

Sencilia calculated: "About ten yards,

It can be done tomorrow. "

"When you have dug it, stop and inform me in time," the elf mage paused the spell in his hand and raised his head, "The next job is very dangerous, and I will lead those mage apprentices to do it when the time comes. Give me a hand."

"Good teacher!"

The next afternoon, Aristophanes, Farodin, and Isarios arrived at the construction site. At this time, a mixed-style building had been erected on the originally desolate land: its dome was covered with golden runes. The red glass is paved, and the glass is filled with white marble. In the middle of the dome is a white spire with an elf style, and the middle is empty.

Looking down, the gray and white walls revealed the obvious style of Stormwind City, and the boulders were built together tightly. Aristophanes walked up to observe carefully, and then said in admiration: "As expected of the son of the stonemason, Balori gram."

"Thank you for your compliment," Baloric who was following him bowed slightly.

The elf mage threw him a ring directly, and the craftsman leader took it in a hurry. The exquisite platinum buckle firmly stuck a gemstone flowing with blue light on the ring, and a line of elf words was engraved on the inside: Elu' meniel mal means "peace of mind".

"The ring can release the shield three times a day, and the spell 'clypeus' can automatically absorb free arcane energy in the air. Of course, the higher the concentration, the faster the recovery speed."

"Thank you sir!" Baloric was ecstatic.

"You deserve it. You calculate the wages of other craftsmen, and I will pay them out one by one." Then Aristophanes walked into the hall.

The golden sun shines through the red dome, and Aristophanes flashes directly to the center of the crater, then closes his eyes, carefully feeling the magic net flowing under his feet.

Farodin also jumped down. He observed the surrounding environment with a look of joy on his face.

"Aristophanes, you are right, this place is very suitable for planting Arcandor," Farodin said impatiently after Aristophanes opened his eyes, "Let's plant it here!"

Aristophanes shook his head: "No hurry, Farodin. According to the plan, I need to arrange a suitable drainage circle first, and then activate the runes on the building to draw out a little bit of the power of the core of the underground magic net."

"How long will that take?"

"About a week, wait a little longer, Farodin, don't worry, we will succeed."

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A week later, everyone came here again. At this time, the deep pit has been repaired. A red staircase goes down the pit wall. The pit wall has been covered by large and small stone slabs, and it is full of complicated patterns. , the bottom of the pit is paved with stone slabs inlaid with crystals, and there is a black area in the middle of the stone slabs.

Aristophanes left everyone at the top and came to the bottom of the pit alone. After carefully inspecting the crystals on the stone slabs on the ground, he closed his eyes and stood in the black area, and took out Okurta heavily. embedded in the ground.

Farodin and the others saw a burst of lavender light gushing out from the one-handed sword, and then expanded to cover the entire stone slab at the bottom of the pit, quickly lighting up the crystals on the slate.

And Aristophanes drew out his one-handed sword, walked quickly to the edge of the pit, took out a blue gemstone, and inserted it between the stone slabs on the wall.

In an instant, all the stone slabs seemed to be alive, and began to light up and darken regularly, drawing out the arcane energy from the ground like breathing, and the light continued to spread upwards, and the runes on the dome also began to flicker. The soft lavender light covered the sunlight, covering the entire hall with a layer of fantasy.

From the outside, a lavender cube gradually formed in the steeple on the dome, and began to swallow arcane energy following the rhythm of the stone slabs.

All the elves, humans, and dwarves present stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes. Even Isarios was shocked by the beauty of this order and opened his mouth speechless.

Feeling the ever-increasing arcane particles in the air, Cirvanas looked at the flickering stone slabs on the wall, and Aristophanes illuminated by white and purple light, took a deep breath, and shouted: " Well done, Aristophanes!"

The elf mage turned his head, smiled and gave a thumbs up, and said, "Come on, Farodin, it's time for us to plant Alcandor."

The green-haired druid walked down the stairs, and Aristophanes also took out the sealed box from the ring and released the magic lock on it.

Farodin stepped forward to examine Arcandor's situation carefully, and then nodded to Aristophanes.

The elf mage then reached out to take out the seed, held it and placed it in the middle, where the one-handed sword was inserted just now.

As if Arcandor had been activated, the originally gray and inconspicuous seeds rapidly grew in size and grew, a large amount of arcane energy was absorbed by it, and the blue and white like gemstones began to appear on the tree trunk. The branches began to extend in all directions, but no branches and leaves grew.

"This tree is a bit strange..." Lor'themar looked at the rapidly growing tree, feeling something was wrong.

"It's too symmetrical," said Monsagun, a master craftsman, "and I just looked at it, no matter where you look at it, it is symmetrical, maybe this is its characteristic."

"It's so beautiful..." Farodin looked at Arcandor in front of him with fascinated eyes, "Aristophanes, I want to stay here and take care of it until it grows completely!"

The elf mage also looked at Arkandor who had reached a growth bottleneck period, and agreed to Farodin's request.