Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Stormwind City, Stormwind Keep, a black-haired young man in his twenties is looking at the parchment in his hand.

"Azim, you said that the elf archmage went to the Lothar Manor outside the city?"

"Yes, Your Majesty Sattar, according to our secret report in the Lothar family, they intercepted the elves halfway in the name of Duke Ebel's critical illness, and then the mage rushed to the Lothar Manor from the air, and his entourage It’s still in Elwynn Forest, and hasn’t reached Gold Shining Town yet.”

Sattar Wrynn sat on the throne, tapping his knees with his fingers: "How is Duke Ebel's health?"

"It's very dangerous," the human with a red mask replied standing in the shadows, "Our people observed that the flame of his life is like a candle in the wind, and it may be extinguished at any time."

"Very good," Sattar nodded, "according to the plan, notify the Chancellor of the Exchequer to continue preparations for my enthronement ceremony."

"yes!"

After everyone had exited, he quietly looked at the shaking candles, and whispered in his mouth: "Father..."

Three days later, Aristophanes led Aurelia and the others into Stormwind City. Vereesa looked at the buildings on both sides of the mainland with some curiosity, although the ship that got off the port of Stormwind City when coming from the north , but she hadn't visited Stormwind City well at the time.

"It looks so dilapidated here." Vereesa, who was wearing a hood, whispered to Alleria.

"After all, this is a place for humans, Vereesa, didn't you find out when you were in Deadwind Pass?"

"But the people there are completely different from the people in this city." Vereesa looked at the crowd around her, "The human beings in Le Numerville are full of hope and vitality, although their houses are not as luxurious as here , but their mental state is good."

"...The situation here is not right, Vereesa, be more vigilant," As an elf who often travels between Stormwind City and Renemoville, Alleria can certainly feel that the situation in Stormwind City is not right.

A group of them rushed to Stormwind Fortress under the leadership of the elf mage, and after the guards reported, the young Sattar Wrynn came out in person.

"Good day, Grand Magister Aristophanes."

"Anar' belore, congratulations in the name of the sun, Your Highness Sattar, this is Alleria and Vereesa, they are my sisters." Aristophanes and the other elves dismounted, and he followed The human with the crown in front of him greeted and introduced.

"Bal'a dash, hello, Your Highness Sattar." Alleria and Vereesa took off their hoods, their beautiful blond and silver hair complemented each other, and even a man as resolute as Sattar lost his mind, but He reacted quickly, and warmly invited the group to enter Stormwind Fortress.

In the side hall garden on the north side of the fortress, Aristophanes, who had finished tidying up, was chatting with Claude Lothar who was called by Sattar.

Looking at the junior who was extremely stiff and bowed his head in silence, Aristophanes spoke first, "Claude, do you know about Ebert's decision?"

"Ah? What decision?" Claude was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "Oh, you mean to send some family members to head to the Deadwind Path? I know, the manpower is already being selected, and it will be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I can hand you a list."

"What about your opinion?"

"My opinion? I don't have any opinion," Claude shook his head like a rattle, "You can choose by yourself when the time comes."

The elf mage was a little helpless, and waved his hand: "I see, you go ahead."

Claude was relieved, and hurried

continue reading! Turning around, she wanted to leave here, but suddenly stopped, turned her head and gave the elf mage a look, and quickly left the garden. At this time, Alleria jumped from the tree next to her.

"He seems to be afraid of you, Aristophanes."

"No, he is not afraid of me, but he has some secrets that he is afraid of being known by me," Aristophanes narrowed his eyes,

Recalling Claude's eyes, "The patriarch of the Lothar family is wise and reckless, but he is definitely not afraid of me..."

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Alleria was thoughtful: "No wonder Vereesa and I feel that the atmosphere in Stormwind City is not right."

"Aurelia, I have a task for you."

"you say."

"Splash out two of the rangers we brought, I want to know what they are hiding!"

"yes!"

After a welcome dinner, the elf mage returned to his room, and Alleria followed him into the room in a flash.

"Have you found out clearly?" Looking at the female elf who was still wearing a lavender off-the-shoulder dress, Aristophanes asked while releasing the constant temperature technique on her.

"Laura and Renault have already returned. According to the information they inquired, Sator's superior has a close relationship with the noble council, and the death of the old king seems to have been arranged by Sator alone."

"What do you mean by taking care of yourself?" Aristophanes frowned.

"It's that after the king died, he didn't let anyone get close to the corpse. He carried the old king into the coffin and cremated it with his own hands. Even his sister and queen mother were stopped by the nobles from the morgue."

"This is interesting..." the elf mage muttered, thinking of Claude's reminder, "It seems that the new king has the support of the nobles of the parliament!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door: "Lord Aristophanes, are you resting?"

"Not yet, what's the matter?"

"Your Majesty Sattar is welcome."

Aristophanes winked at Alleria: "Okay, I'll follow you after I clean up."

A few minutes later, Aristophanes came to the brightly lit main hall of the Stormwind Fortress. Sattar was sitting on the throne, and Claude stood beside him with worried eyes.

"Master, please sit down, is the food tonight still to your appetite?"

"It's okay, I don't mind this kind of thing. I don't know what your Majesty wants to say when he sees me at night?" Shi Shiran, the elf mage, sat down and glanced at Claude.

"That's it, Lord Aristophanes, there is something I want to ask you," Sator stroked the handle, "that is, when the new king takes the throne tomorrow, I hope you can use some gorgeous, beautiful, A spell that won't harm others, so it can set off the atmosphere for my enthronement."

"What did you say?" Aristophanes looked at the human king in front of him, "Casting beautiful spells to enhance the atmosphere?"

"What? Is there a problem?" Sattar's eyes changed, and his tone became cold, "Aren't you mages just doing tricks?"

"Claude, what's the situation?" Aristophanes turned to look at him.

"Uh, Aristophanes, Sattar is very young, and the death of the former king is said to be related to black magic..." Claude was a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Claude, shut up!" Sattar yelled angrily, then turned to look at the elf mage, "What? Can't you do just such a small request?"

Aristophanes looked at the little king who was eager to try, and suddenly laughed: "Okay, King Sattar,

continue reading! Hope you don't regret it tomorrow. "

"The son of Wrynn is fearless!" Sattar stared at the elf mage, saying word by word.