Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"Konas, come and help!"

"Come here!"

After hearing Sensilia's call, he quickly put down the crystal bottle he was cleaning and came to the other side of the experiment platform.

"When the mark reaches eighty, you should steadily pour the solution in this test tube into the crucible and stir it with a glass rod." Sensilia, who was maintaining the magic input, was unaware of wiping sweat, and carefully told Ke Nasmin Wings.

Konas nodded, took the test tube glowing in purple, and at the same time picked up the slender glass rod hanging on one side in his other hand.

Sensilia stared at the special thermometer inserted into the crucible, and as the temperature rose steadily, bubbles slowly appeared in the crucible: "Konas, it's now!"

He quickly unscrewed the stopper of the test tube and poured the purple solution into it along the wall of the crucible while stirring steadily in a clockwise direction.

Seeing the gradual discoloration of the solution, Sencilia let out a sigh of relief: "Good job, Konas!"

Konas Mingyi scratched his head and laughed.

Soon this pot of reagents was poured into the prepared crystal bottles by Sensilia while it was hot, covered with a stopper and put aside, waiting for the warehouse manager to pick it up, and Konas was called by Lucia. Went to grind herbs.

One day passed quickly, and Sensilia and Lucia led Konas out of the alchemy laboratory. The sky full of stars shone on the white tower in the distance, reflecting each other with the shining blue circle.

"It looks like you are getting used to it well, Konas," Lucia said with a grin, patting her junior on the shoulder, "and the teacher should be very serious about you, let you enter the laboratory and fight with us. Instead of letting you continue to take care of that piece of land. You know, it took Sensilia and I for a full year to enter the laboratory to lay hands with the teacher."

Konas was still a little restrained, but also a little flattered. At this time, he couldn't help but recall the scene of the assessment a few days ago:

"Konas Brightwing?"

"It's me, Master Aristophane."

"Well, you did very well in Fatherlin, and as far as I know, the alchemy workshop in Silvermoon City also offered you an invitation, so why did you refuse to come here?"

Konas Mingyi pressed his lips. He thought for a while, then looked at Aristophanes’s lavender eyes and said, “It’s mainly because the article you published in the magazine before, master, attracted me, especially the analysis. The article on how microscopic particles affect the effect of casting spells simply opened a new door for me."

Aristophane was expressionless and continued to listen to Konas's account.

"In addition, I am a mage who grew up in the ranger family, and so are you, so I hope I can get some inspiration from you."

Konas said awkwardly.

"I see," Aristophanes closed the information in his hand, "then you want to go to the frontline army or join the wizard group next?"

"I hope I can join the Ranger Army." Konas said sternly.

"Okay, I see. You go down first. The notice of your assignment will be sent to you soon."

Back to the present, Lucia saw Konas who was in deep thought, and pushed him: "Konas, what do you think?"

"Oh, I was thinking that I obviously applied to join the Ranger Unit, why did the teacher let me join your alchemy team?"

Lucia tilted her head and said, "Maybe the teacher can't bear to waste your visible alchemy talent."

Sensilia clapped his hands and interrupted the two's guess: "The teacher has his own reasons. According to my experience with Lucia, it is very likely that you will join another group or transfer to Konas after a while. Ranger troops may not be impossible. Well, let's go back quickly."

Konas and Lucia nodded and followed Sensilia who strode towards the White Tower.

Farstrider's Tower, Aristophanes is receiving two guests from across the sea in the reception room on the top floor.

"Come and taste this, General, and Farodin." He took a turquoise long-necked glass bottle and placed it on the table between the two of them. Then he poured a cup of liquid for each of them, and then sat down. Opposite them.

Shandris and Farodin picked them up and smelled, "This is?" A surprised look flashed on Farodin's face, he drank it, and Shandris stopped tasting.

"Yes, it's the taste of green fruit. You cultivated them?" The Druid put down the cup and asked curiously.

"Although there are still some issues such as output and environment, I did succeed." Aristophane replied, "Tomorrow I can take you to see the forest."

Farodin was not excited. Instead, he stood up and asked with some worry: "So what about that thing? Have you cultivated it?"

Aristophane took a sip of juice: "I have some ideas, but the difficulty and uncertainty are too great. Maybe I will disappear for a while in the future to find a way to stably cultivate it."

Farodin sat down with a sigh of relief, and then he cautioned: "You must pay attention, Aristophanes. I know you are very thoughtful and genius, but Akandor is still too dangerous. I even have some I regret that I handed the seed to you and Suramar so easily."

Aristophan waved his hand: "Don't worry, I cherish my life very much. I won't touch it easily until I think of a completely stable cultivation method."

Then he asked the two people in front of him: "Then you are here for?"

Shandris Feathermoon took the stubborn words at this time: "That's it, Aristophanes, Suramar City sent an envoy to find us, but Fandral drove away."

"Uh," Aristophane was taken aback for a moment, what was the operation to drive away?

"However, they have been arranged by their adoptive mother to Erethalas, so that Archmage Modante Yongying will receive them."

"Are you sure this is an official mission?"

Shandris shook his head and said that he was not very clear about the specific situation, then the sentry general took out a letter written by Tyrande and handed it to the wizard mage.

"The high priest wanted to invite me to talk to this mission, and then imitate our current mode of non-governmental communication to establish a suitable communication mechanism with them," Aristophanes read the letter and handed it to The night elf opposite.

Shandris handed it to Farodin on the other side after reading it, and then asked Aristophanes, "What about your opinion?"

Aristophanes thought for a while: "I can go, but not now. I still have a few tasks left unfinished. It may take a while."

"Well, I will write a letter to send two sentries to my adoptive mother. I will stay here and go to Ere'Thalas with you when the time comes."

Aristophane looked at Shandris's glowing eyes and did not refuse.

The elves of Farstrider Fortress soon discovered that every morning at the training ground there would be a team of tall and agile "relatives" training with them. Although a little strange, most of these rangers have seen living in the forest. The Syndras on the westernmost coast were not very surprised.

Farodin joined the crop cultivation team led by Freywin, and used his druid spells and his own experience for thousands of years to quickly improve the level of seedling cultivation of Freywin and others. Freywin has been in Ali for many years The nurturing skills developed under the influence of Stoffen also opened his eyes to Farodin.

Aristophane’s office, he was listening to Frewen’s report on his work.

"So communication is the best way to improve oneself." Aristophane said without looking up after listening to Frewen's words, "Continue to improve Farodin's authority, except for the several energies we are studying. Crop research laboratories and other agricultural materials can be opened to him."

"Okay, do we need to send an apprentice to learn his druid spells?" Freywin asked respectfully.

Aristophanes stopped writing and raised his head: "Are there any suitable candidates?"

Freywin nodded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The apprentice can learn basic things from him. You can talk to him to see if you can get some books. I should find some druids later. You help. "

At this moment, a loud noise came into their ears from the open window.

"This is?" Frewin was a little surprised. Although he hadn't been to Aristophane's office for a long time, it was always quieter in his impression.

And Aristophane smiled bitterly: "You will know it as soon as you go to the training ground. Okay, let's do it first, you can go to work first."

Freywin bowed and walked down. Aristophane put down his work and walked quickly to the window and looked at the ranger training ground not far away. He saw two figures of red and white being killed by the rangers We surrounded them, fighting in the big circle that was vacant in the middle.

"Oh, we're fighting again." Aristophan covered his face, then cast a spell to close the window, isolating the voice.