Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Early the next morning, Alleria stood at the door of the house and shouted, "Vereesa, are you ready?"

"It's ready soon, eldest sister!"

After a while, the door of the house in front of Alleria opened, and a slightly immature female elf appeared in front of her.

"Let's go, everyone is in the hall."

In the lobby on the first floor, the Clives and Aristophanes were already sitting on the sofa, sipping tea cups.

"Father, mother, Aristophanes, here we are." Two elves, one large and one small, came to them.

The wizard mage raised his head, looked at the celestial appearance of two elves, one big and one small, smiling and nodding.

"Now that everyone is gathered, let's set off!"

The main venue of the festival is on the island of Zhuri Sun in the northwest, where there is a huge statue of Dathrema, and it takes about two hours to get past the Windrunner’s residence.

"Does it look good, Aristophane?" On the carriage, Alleria showed Aristophanes her custom necklace.

The necklace itself is meticulously carved with mithril, with three gems inlaid at the bottom.

"That's it," Aristophane joked. "It doesn't look as good as my craft."

Alleria rolled her eyes and ignored him, turned her head and bit her ears with Vereesa.

At this time, Li Leisa, who was sitting in the front of the carriage, turned her head and asked the elf mage: "Aristophane, what is Sylvanas up to? I wrote to ask her to come to this festival and not come."

"She has become the captain now, leading a group of rangers to flee in the woods every day. I think she is very happy in it." Alleria said directly.

"Is it so fast? I remember that she was less than a year old?" Li Leisa was a little surprised.

Aristophan explained: "It's a normal level, after all, it's just a small captain, and the Farstrider Fortress itself is a new team that has just been expanded, so talented people will rise very quickly."

Everyone talked and laughed, and quickly got out of the carriage and followed the flow of people on the road to the place where the festival was held, while Clivi and Li Leisa kept greeting familiar elves.

"Crivi, your position is here." After arriving at the meeting place, they took the position of the Windrunner under the guidance of an elf guard.

Aristophane raised his head and looked at the tall stone statue in front of him. The sunlight filtered by the Great Enchantment dissipated the tingling pain and gently shone on his face, making the wizard mage feel sleepy.

"Maybe I really think too much." Aristophan thought of his speculation last night, and couldn't help closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

At this time, a pair of cold and slender hands were placed on his temples, and at the same time a calm fragrance of flowers entered his nostrils, Aristophane opened his eyes, and his face was reflected in his sea-like eyes.

"Are you okay?" Alleria asked worriedly, while Crevy and Li Leisa stood in the distance talking with people from other families.

"It's okay. I didn't rest well last night, and the effect of meditation was not ideal, so I was a little sleepy." Aristophan held Alleria's hands and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him quietly.

"Then take a break, anyway, it will take a while before the festival officially begins." Alleria said while sitting beside him.

The mage nodded, then closed his eyes again.

However, it didn't take long for Aristophanes to wake up under Alleria's soft voice.

At this time, Anasteria had led the royal family and members of parliament to the venue. There was no too much etiquette and nonsense. After an impassioned speech, commemorating the ancestors’ vision of the future, he announced this time. The celebration officially began.

"Aristophane, let's go back, let's go back to watch the carriage parade!" Alleria pulled up the elf mage sitting next to him, and quickly jumped into the carriage returning, leaving Vereesa to their parents.

After entering Silvermoon City, the speed of the carriage gradually slowed down. The reason was that the elves living in Silvermoon City had blocked the main road and couldn't wait to celebrate.

Alleria pulled Aristophane and got out of the carriage. She conveniently picked up two strange hats from the stall next to them and put them on the two of them, and then entered the celebrating crowd.

There are laughter and laughter from the elves everywhere, and there are various stalls on the side of the road with all kinds of free food and gadgets.

"Come on, Aristophane!" The two went through the crowd to a fountain, where many elves were sitting around and playing in the water, and the square on the other side was full of elves conjure and amused.

Seeing the unusually lively scene in front of her, Alleria was even more excited. She also cheered and joined the elves. Looking left and right, Aristophanes followed her.

In this way, the two wandered around the entire Silvermoon City, and did not appear at Windrunner's residence until the evening.

"Aristophane, you are back." Crevy said with a smile looking at the eldest daughter sleeping on the back of the mage.

"Yes, father, do you have any plans for the evening?" Aristophane lifted Alleria, who was drunk asleep, and asked his adoptive father.

"According to the request of His Majesty the King, all members and alternate members in Silvermoon City must go to Quel'Danas tonight and give a sworn speech under the light of the sun well, so I have something to do." Crevy smiled. Say, "Why, do you want to go? I can apply to His Majesty the King."

Aristophan tilted his head and motioned him to look behind his back: "No need for my father, I have to take care of this drunk man."

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Standing on the top floor of the Tower of Sunfury with Anasteria and the costumed Belovar, watching the fading sun in the distance and the bustling crowd in the city, counting the time.

At this time, an elf guard came up: "Your Majesty, Master, the time is up, the councillors and alternate councilors have arrived."

The two nodded, turned around, and walked down the top floor.

Dozens of elves were already standing in the lobby on the first floor, and Fenrir Daywalker was at the front.

Anasteria glanced at the wizard mage in front of him. Although he had the help of the sun well, he did not perceive anything abnormal from the mage in front of him.

"The time is up, let's go!" Anastria and Belovar cast spells at the same time, and two blue portals appeared in front of them. They entered the door first, and the other councilors followed closely.

What appeared in front of everyone was an extremely tall temple. At the center of the temple was a spring with sky blue light, and at the same time, waves of arcane energy gush out from it like a tide.

Some of the weaker candidates shook their bodies and were instantly fascinated by this arcane energy. A sense of satisfaction and euphoria permeated from the bottom of their hearts. There was an abnormal red color on their faces, and they seemed to be immersed in certain dreams.

"Wake up!" Bellowal's magical cry resounded through the temple, waking them up, and these elves felt a little pain in their bodies. The arcane energy in their bodies had begun to be unconsciously affected by the rich arcane energy from outside. Assimilate and overflow.

Anasteria walked straight to the sky-blue sun well and looked at the magical water through the blue light. After counting the time, she turned around and raised her arms and said to the members:

"My fellow citizens, this is the miracle of arcane magic, the treasure of the kingdom, the power of the well of eternity, the source of survival of our high elves, the well of the sun!"

The councillors stared at the surging well water, wishing to rush to swig immediately.

"We have our glory again, and Sunwell will bring it to us!"

Before the words fell, the MPs present suddenly felt the ground shake, and the arcane energy in the air suddenly became violent.

"What's the matter?" Some of the MPs who had just calmed down became anxious again.

Anasteria and Belovar calmed the crowd and led a group of congressmen out of the temple along the long passage. They found that the direction of Silvermoon City in the south was suddenly lit, and the enchantment in the sky suddenly appeared. Various huge holes, green meteorites and winged monsters fell from the sky, and screams were heard everywhere, even reaching the ears of the members of the island of Quel'Danas.

"What's going on?" His Majesty's face was pale, he clearly arranged for Abbas and Salorian to watch everywhere, but in the end something like this happened. You can imagine the silver moon without high-level spellcasters. The level of chaos in the city at this time.

"Hahaha," a burst of laughter came from the crowd behind him, and Anasteria immediately turned around to search for this figure, and the councillors also moved away from the laughing elf and made a way.

"Fenrir Daywalker! Did you make the ghost?" Anasteria squeezed the red one-handed sword on her waist and stared at the Fenrir Daywalker. Somewhat incredible.

"Hehe, Anastria, Belovar, you are nothing more than that. The little tricks given by some masters will turn you around," Fenrir Daywalker glanced contemptuously at the mages in front of him. The blue light representing the arcane was completely replaced by the evil green light, "Master's servants, follow my command! Stop them, I will summon the master!"

When he was standing at the end of the line, he waved his hand, and several councillors who had been drinking with him screamed in pain, and then his body began to grow taller and larger, with long horns growing on his head, and green eyes burning in his eyes. Fel energy, the white skin also began to crack and reveal green light to form weird runes, the feet became cracked hooves, and the hands became sharp claws~www.wuxiaspot.com~ this is Sartre... Burning Legion! "Belovar also couldn't maintain his indifferent look. As the Speaker and the Great Arcanist of Silvermoon City, he knew the cause of the ancient war ten thousand years ago, and the establishment of the Great Enchantment was also to prevent the tragedy of the Well of Eternity. Repeat.

"Stop, Fenrir, do you know what you did? Are you crazy?" Bellowal shouted.

The expression of the fel wizard mage became more and more distorted. He controlled Satyr to rush into the mage group and began to slaughter, while he retreated to the temple: "The master has given me endless power, and I will do my best to repay my master. ! And you are just stepping stones for the new era of the master!"

These tall satyrs howled in pain, waving the claws in their hands and easily tore the bodies of the elf mages, while the rest yelled to stay away.

"Guards, gather!" Following the order of His Majesty the King, a group of lawbreakers who heard the movement in the distance rushed over and hurriedly stopped the raging Sartre.

"Damn it! If it weren't for me, I shouldn't have let Salorian lead the lawbreaker squad into Silvermoon City!" His Majesty the King listened to the wailing in his ears and the Sartre raging in front of him, pulling out his waist angrily The flames hit, the arcane energy in the air quickly obeyed his orders, gathered and deformed, and the huge fireball roared and flew towards the howling Sartre.

Belovar made the same choice, and soon those satyrs burned like torches.

"Belovar, take the official congressman and follow me. The Sunwell must not be defiled by demons!"

After talking about Anastria, he entered the passage first, and Belovar also clenched his staff, followed closely behind.