Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

In Stormwind City, the current king Talyrence Wrynn was explaining family history to his child Landon Wrynn when a guard hurried in.

"Your Majesty, urgent news!"

"Where's the urgent news?"

"The border of the empire, the sunny forest in the south!"

"I see, Langdon, you go to your mother first."

"Yes, father."

Talarens smiled and watched his children leave the fortress and return to his wife, and then took the scroll in the guard's hand, which was covered with the family emblem of the Lothar family.

"Is this from Lothar and the others?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, according to the messenger, a large number of jungle trolls raided our joint farm, and we lost hundreds of farmers!"

"What? A troll raid?" Tarilance's eyes widened. "How is this possible?"

He quickly tore open the scroll, looked at the records on it, and frowned. After reading it, he was about to say something when another guard hurried in: "Your Majesty, the latest news, Li Numoville sent troops to repel Those trolls!"

"..." Talyrence tore open the second scroll, looked at the words on it, and slowly loosened his frowning brows.

"Guard, go and invite our city guard general here, I have something important to ask him."

"yes!"

Soon a burly young man with blond hair came to the Stormwind Fortress with white walls and blue roof.

"My king!"

"Ewell, you're here," Talyrence raised his head, "Come and sit down."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Do you know the news from the South?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Evel Lothar nodded, "Those invading southern trolls have been repelled by the elves led by Aristophanes, and our farm has not suffered much damage. .”

"But Mr. Aiweier, it is written in this battle report that hundreds of farmers were kidnapped by those man-eating monsters. Isn't that considered a loss?"

"It doesn't count, Your Majesty, because those farmers are not affiliated to the kingdom, but are distributed in the hands of the Bolvar, Lescova and other families,

I don't think they mind the loss compared to what they've saved from that land. "

"Is that so..." Tarilance also understood, "Does that mean I don't have to worry about these battle reports?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. After all, our core ruling area is still in Elwynn Forest and Westfall. These two lands are much more fertile than the Sunshine Forest, and the output is also much higher. As for the situation in the Sunshine Forest, after all, we It is beyond the reach of the whip, and I think it is already very good to have taxes.”

"You're right? Evel? I'm nervous. Then I'll write a conciliatory letter back there and commend them for their efforts to maintain peace on the kingdom's borders. What about Li Numoville? Do you have anything? Opinion?"

"I think it's good to write a condolence letter? After all, their leader Aristophanes didn't ask us for help, nor did he seek supplies? I think it's better to stay the same."

"Okay, then you can write him a condolence letter in the name of the family? If you need anything, you can offer to help."

"Your will? Your Majesty." Ewell stood up and gave a military salute.

On the other side, at the port of Stormwind, a large ship from Kul Tiras is slowly docking.

"Hey, Bearman? The Kingdom of Stormwind is here!"

"Okay?" A burly figure wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a wine gourd walked out of the cabin on the stairs. He was wearing a rare cloth mandarin jacket, and a red cloth strip was tied on a long stick on his shoulders, " Thank you for the Kul Tiran wine, Captain? Hope we have a chance to meet again, next time."

The captain laughed loudly: "No problem? Chen, I must try the delicious wine you mentioned! There will be a date later!"

The huge bear fisted at the captain, then bent slightly, and then stepped hard. The light green mist began to surround him, and the whole person shot up and disappeared on the board of the ship.

The next day, a mysterious legend about the "God of Dionysus" began to appear in Stormwind City.

"Hey, Hernan, do you know the story about the golden rose last night?"

"Are you talking about the bear-man Dionysus, Alex? I was there at the time, and you don't know how exaggerated it is," said a Stormwind guard named Hernan while checking the belongings of those entering the city. , sighed at the same time, "The proprietress inlaid with gold roses took out all kinds of treasures, from the elf mead from the far north, the rum spirits of the sailors, to our local beer and wine, the bear man almost Drank it all."

"Wow, what a shame I wasn't there."

"At first we were all taken aback by his hideous appearance, but when he showed us his cooking skills, the proprietress immediately agreed to his request for a drink." Hernan recalled what he saw last night, Shaking his head, "I just don't know when this bear god of wine will leave, but I still want to eat the honey tea stew made by him."

At this time, the "bear-man Dionysus" they called had left Stormwind City, and he boarded a carriage headed for Renneumville, preparing to go to the elf territory that the captain praised so much, to see if he could find When he found the brewing materials he wanted, he was accompanied by a blue-haired elf mage. The two kept chatting and exchanging mutual opinions along the way.

A few days later, in the meeting room of Li Numoville, Aristophanes stood by the window and looked out. Li Reza and Cirvanas were leading a blue-haired elf mage to where they were.

"Long time no see, Master Ubrick, this is the territory I told you about before, the territory built by Aristophanes." Li Reza said as she walked.

"Ah, I know," the blue-haired magister nodded, looking at the sparkling lake and the mage's tower surrounded by light and mist, he couldn't help but sigh, "Aristophanes can make a living in just two to three hundred years. It has to be said that it is far beyond my imagination to build this place like this.”

"That's my brother, the first Grand Magister of the Windrunner family," Sylvanas said proudly as she straightened her cloak.

Li Reza glanced at her, and then stood outside the door of the meeting room: "Aristophanes is waiting for you inside. We have to deal with the post-war affairs, so we won't accompany you for now, Master Umbric."

"Thank you, ladies of the Windrunners, Anu belore 'na, the eternal sun for guiding us."

After the two Windrunners returned their salutes, they turned and left. Umbric tidied up his appearance and walked into the hall.

"Welcome, my compatriots." Aristophanes stood at the edge of the long table and made an invitation gesture, "I am Aristophanes Windrunner, please sit down."

"Anar' belore, in the name of the sun, I have met Your Excellency the Grand Magister." Feeling the surge of arcane power around the elf mage opposite, Ubrick fell into a brief shock, "Your magic power..."

"Oh, during the battle a few days ago, I had some insights into magic again, and now I can't restrain myself," Aristophanes explained while pouring a glass of Alcandor magic wine for Umbric, "Come on , sit down and let's talk slowly."