Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"This Suramar grilled ribs with exotic fragrance uses two to four ribs of newly grown magic sabers, supplemented with Suramar pepper grown in the well water of the night well, and extracts from animals with magical powers. As a seasoning, it can be regarded as a must in the Garden of Stars, so you must try it.”

As Talisa spoke, she separated the fragrant ribs on the table and placed them on the plates of Cirvanas and other elves. The female ranger gracefully cut off a piece of roast meat with the silver knife in her hand. The scent of people spread out.

She forked the meat and put it into her mouth. The crispy skin on the surface tightly wrapped the soft rib meat inside. When she bit her teeth lightly, there was a crisp sound, and the gravy hit her mouth in an instant. It is not greasy, fragrant, tender and delicious.

"How?" Talisa said with a smile.

"Phew, it's indeed a classic of Suramar," Cirvanas opened his eyes and praised.

At this time, Lor'themar had already been dragged to the table next to him by Aluriel, the returned Melandus and the others and began to drink together.

"As long as you like it," Talisa cut another piece for her, and then she took some special Surama salad, and asked while eating, "Speaking of which, you have the same surname as His Excellency Aristophanes, so you What is the relationship?"

"Oh, he's my cousin," Sylvanas said.

"What about the ranger sitting next to me? What is his relationship with His Excellency Aristophanes?"

"Oh, you said Lor'themar, he is a friend Aristophanes met in Silvermoon City, the kind of like-minded kind, as for these two, he accepted apprentices, although basically he didn't teach them anything. "

Looking at the two young arcanists who were buried in meat, Talyssar shook her head, then turned her head to focus on Lor'themar again.

"Well... can you tell me more about his story?"

"Who? Lor'themar Theron?" Sylvanas swallowed the salad. "Okay, then I'll tell you what I know."

On the other hand, the banquet between Aristophanes and Elisande was coming to an end.

"How does it feel?"

"Very good, Master Elisande," Aristophanes picked up the napkin beside him and wiped his mouth, and the maid standing beside hurriedly stepped forward to replace him with a new one, "then let's enter the formal Let's talk."

Elisande nodded.

He waved his hand to signal the maid next to him to remove the slightly messy dinner plate and tablecloth, and replaced them with new ones, and then ordered his staff to bring up a disc under Aristophanes' gaze.

"This is?"

Elisande ignored Aristophanes' doubts. He condensed a trace of magic power in his right hand and tapped it on the disc. The lavender magic power was built layer by layer, and the model of Suramar City appeared in front of the two of them.

"This is the city projection of Suramar," the Grand Magister said, "As you can see, the only source of magic power in the entire Suramar is the Nightwell, the Great Barrier, various magic structures, magic experiments, and even The luxurious life of the nobles occupies most of the nightwell's magic power, and only a very small part of the magic power is distributed to the common people every year. In order to ensure the life of the common people, we have to choose to add this part of the magic power to the drinks."

The elf mage listened quietly to Elisande's narration. He didn't quite understand why the Nightborne leader in front of him would introduce the situation of Suramar to him.

"I know that Talisa is very worried about Suramar's current situation, so after learning that you successfully planted Arkan'dor, she immediately asked me to find you for help."

At this time, the great magister enlarged the model while introducing it. Located at the high tower in the center, a flow of lavender magic power shot up into the sky, and then merged into the hemispherical barrier like a streamer.

"Then what do you need?" Aristophanes asked softly.

"I once used the power of the Eye of Aman'Thul to peek into the future. In all time streams, the fate of the Shaldorei's future is to survive under the control of the Burning Legion without exception. But about one A hundred years ago, all the timelines suddenly became chaotic, and I could no longer see the flow of fate until last month..."

"Last month? What happened?" Aristophanes was curious.

Elisande took a deep look at him: "Last month, I entered the time stream again, trying to find the future of the Shaldorei, but accidentally entered a huge battlefield, where the sky was blocked by giant dragons and spaceships, A large number of races, known and unknown to me, united to face a terrible threat, various magical constructs ravaged the battlefield, and finally I was discovered by a mage and expelled from that timeline.

Do you know, Your Excellency Aristophane Windrunner, that mage looks exactly like you, or the frequency of the magic power fluctuations on him is exactly the same as yours, I think you must know what it means, right? "

The elf mage fell silent upon hearing the words.

"So, Your Excellency Windrunner," Elisande stood up and put his hands on the table, "Do you have anything to say?"

Aristophanes laughed suddenly: "Your Majesty the Great Magister, I don't know what you want me to say? After all, it is an unknowable future, and it may not even be the future of our world line. As for fate? I came to This world is for changing destiny!"

Elisande looked at the elf mage who suddenly relaxed, turned off the projection of Suramar City on the table, and sat opposite him.

"Okay, great magister, I understand what you mean, we can't say for sure what the future will be, maybe I will become the mage you saw through the time flow, or maybe I won't, but these don't affect our current situation. plan. So Elisande, do you need the fruit of Arcan'dor?"

The great magister did not answer directly, but handed Aristophanes a scroll, and the elf mage opened it, and then there was a look of surprise on his face: "Is this the result of your research?"

Elisande nodded, and said with some pride: "Suramar has the best agricultural researcher in the Elven Empire, Master Tel'arn. With his help, we have deciphered some of the secrets of Arcandor."

The elf mage clapped his hands and praised: "It is worthy of being the holy land of the empire."

"If you are curious, I can ask Melandus to take you to meet this botanist tomorrow," Elisande said, "We are also happy to share some techniques about agricultural planting, even as long as Su I can open up all the technologies that Rama has to you, as long as you agree to sign this secret agreement."

Looking at the scroll handed over by the great magister again, Aristophanes opened it and looked at the clauses on it, his face gradually became serious.

"Are you sure you want to sign such an agreement? It doesn't seem to be of much practical benefit to Suramar."

"This place has been closed for too long, and the future has never changed," Elisande said quietly, "so I have had to compromise with those nobles for thousands of years, but now there is a new hope, for Suramar, for Xia Dore, I don't mind making some changes, otherwise the Nightborne will perish sooner or later."