Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

The elves surrounding them have retreated to the edge of the large square, leaving only Lunara eager to try, and Aristophanes with a sword and a short staff standing in the middle of the field, while Talisa and Tai who had just walked out of the hall were left. Rand and Shandris stood aside, observing the two in the field.

"I'm going to go!"

Before he could say anything, the Dryad waved the spear in his hand and rushed towards the wizard mage, and the ground Aristophan was standing on suddenly turned green, and a strange halo appeared under his feet.

Without a word, he clenched the magic sword and quickly retreated, leaving the scope of the halo.

After half a second, a slight explosion appeared on the spot, and countless pollen flew from the green ground, obscuring the line of sight between Aristophane and the Dryad.

The elven mage waved the short staff in his right hand and released spell armor on himself. The blue-violet light flashed, and white lightning shot into the pollen from the top of the short staff.

"Ho!"

Lunara's surprised voice rang from the pollen, but she soon rushed out of the pollen mist, and at the same time two thick vines sprang out from the ground to the wizard wizard.

Aristophane watched the vines chanting spells, and instantly disappeared in place, appearing on the other side of the square.

Lunara seemed to have expected her spells to return without success, she quickly changed direction, raised her right hand and threw out the wooden spear in the position where Aristophane flashed, and then jumped closer to the wizard wizard.

"Aristophane!" Miluen looked at the wooden spear flying towards the wizard mage, and couldn't help calling out the mage's name in a low voice.

However, the wizard mage had been prepared for a long time. He summoned a red energy cyclone, and the violent cyclone directly changed the flight trajectory of the wooden spear, slanting across his armor.

At the same time, his counterattack came as expected, and the blue and white arcane barrage flew through the air to the tree demon in front of him.

Luna pulled her face from her previous madness. She bends, jumps, and dexterously dodges arcane missiles. What she can't dodge is controlling the green vines to help herself resist, while she keeps throwing out her spear .

An elf and a tree demon started fighting in the square like this. At first, Lunara was able to threaten Aristophanes with her dexterous movements and unexpected vine attacks. She even approached Aristophanes twice. By his side, he seemed to be able to stab the elf wizard by raising his spear, but was bounced off by Aristophane's armor once, and once by him, he dodged in time.

Then Aristophane seemed to find that it was difficult to hit Lunara with his spells, put away his sword and short staff, and took out the cold of black sandalwood. Accompanied by his spellcasting, a violent snowstorm instantly enveloped the square.

Luna was not afraid, still leaping towards Aristophanes who was casting the spell. The elf mage didn't entangle with her, and kept shifting his position, as if Lunara was chasing him with a head-in-hand rat, and the druids laughed loudly.

But after a while Lunara stopped, looked up at the sky, then looked down at the ground.

The elves, the guardians of the jungle, and the tree demon all looked at Lunara who stopped in the field in surprise, while Milun hopped and picked up some snowflakes that were floating towards him, feeling very strange.

"High Priest, why did Lunara stop?" Shandris asked in a puzzled manner, "Obviously she has the upper hand."

"Look carefully at the surrounding environment," Tyrande said lightly, "I have to say that Aristophanes has much more combat experience than these druids and Cenarius' descendants. Don't look at their older Aris. There are a lot of Tofin, but the actual combat experience is pitiful. If it is a life-and-death fight, I am afraid Lunara would have failed long ago."

"It looks like you've found out, do you want to continue, Lunara?" Aristophane asked loudly, leaning on the ebony cold.

Lunara gritted her teeth, she stretched out her empty hand to gather natural energy on her deer hooves, and then rushed towards the elf mage against the wind and snow.

Looking at the stubborn Dryad in front of him, Aristophan waved his staff expressionlessly, and the wind and snow flying in the air changed directions, blocking Lunara's sight.

The Dryad relied on the previously observed position of the mage to move forward in the wind and snow, but she felt more and more cold and her movements became more and more rigid.

In addition, the surrounding forces of nature seemed to be afraid of the wind and snow, and the energies that used to be like arms became lazy at this time, and did not listen to the instructions of the eldest daughter of Cenarius.

Lunara's speed is getting slower and slower, and the snow on her body is getting thicker and thicker. The druids clenched their staffs, trying to stop Aristophanes, but they were afraid of the wild blizzard. , Can only glared.

After a while, Lunara stopped where she was. She trembled and opened her mouth to say something, but she fell to the ground with a limp.

Aristophan stopped the spell, released the Ebony Chill, and let it float by his side.

At this time, Milun found out that Lunara was about to freeze. She was a little panicked, and she didn't care to continue playing in the snow. She jumped to her side, her bright blue eyes glittering with tears, and she looked at her sister worriedly.

Tyrande and Remulos also walked into the field. As a guardian of the Moonglade and a son of Cenarion, Remulos was very proficient in the spells of the druids. He stretched out his hand to release on the unconscious Lunara. He used rejuvenation and healing techniques, and dispelled the cold from her body.

It didn't take long for Lunara to wake up. She looked at the people around her and reluctantly got up from Milun's arms.

"Mortal, you won!" Luna said, standing in front of Aristophanes with a spear, but Remulos interrupted her next words.

"Mage, can I replace Lunara to work in your territory?"

"Of course, Your Highness Remulos."

"Remulos, I don't need it"

The tall jungle guard waved his hand and looked at Aristophanes with interest.

"Miss Lunara~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I think Her Royal Highness Remulos might be more suitable than you."

"What are you talking about?" The fierce Lunara stared at the wizard mage with wide eyes.

"What I need is not combat personnel, but researchers. Do you think you can calm down and study?"

Lunar was speechless for a while, and Milune stuck her head from behind her:

"Then can I go, Aristophanes?"

"Of course, Milun, it's better to say that I welcome you very much."

When Miluen heard this, she shyly hid behind Lunara, not daring to show her head.

"Then it's settled, Your Highness Remulos."

Aristophane turned his head to Tyrande and Shandris and said, "High Priest, what else is there?"

Looking at the druids of Fandral's line around him, Tyrande nodded, "Thank you, Aristophanes."

"Mutual benefit, mutual benefit."

Looking at the elf mage who was smiling and talking to her adoptive mother, Shandris suddenly felt that she understood something.

"Sandris."

"Yes, high priest." The sentry general withdrew his fluttering thoughts.

"Ere'Thalas will be managed by Miss Lunara with the sentry troops from now on."

"Yes!"

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"Remulos, Miluen, welcome you to the Farstrider Territory!" Aristophanes said to the group of people who had just walked out of the portal.

They looked very curiously at the tall mage tower in front of them, the lush but very regular fields in the distance, and a series of buildings that were very different from the night elves.

"Come on, I will take you to where you live first, and there will be time for you to explore later."