Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"This Suramar grilled ribs is made of two to four ribs from two or four ribs of a newly grown Suramara, supplemented with Suramar pepper planted in the well water of a dark night well, and extracted from animals with magical powers. The blood of magic power is used as a seasoning, which can be regarded as a must-try in the courtyard of the stars.

As Talissa said, she separated the fragrant ribs on the table and placed them on the dishes of Sylvanas and the other elves. The ranger gracefully cut a piece of barbecue with the silver knife in her hand. The crystal red grease was greedy. The fragrance of man escaped.

She forks the meat and puts it in her mouth. The crispy skin on the surface tightly wraps the tender rib meat. The teeth make a crisp sound, and the meat juice instantly hits her mouth, slightly spicy with a delicious flavor. Greasy but not mutton, tender and delicious.

"How?" Talissa said with a smile.

"Huh, it's Suramar's classic," Sylvanas opened her eyes and exclaimed.

At this time, Lor'themar had been pulled by Aluriel, Myrandus and others who had returned to the table next to him and started to fight the wine.

"It's fine if you like it," Thalyssa cut her another piece, and then took some Suramar salad by herself, and asked while eating it, "Speaking of which you have the same surname as His Excellency Aristophanes, then you What’s the relationship?"

"Oh, he is my cousin," Sylvanas said.

"What about the ranger sitting next to me? What is his relationship with Lord Aristophanes?"

"Oh, you said Lor'themar, he is a friend Aristophanes met in Silvermoon City, like-minded. As for these two, they are apprentices he accepted, although they basically haven't taught them anything. "

Looking at the two young arcanists who were immersed in meat, Talisa shook her head, turned her head and focused her gaze on Lor'themar again.

"Um... can you tell me more of his story?"

"Who? Lor'themar Theron?" Sylvanas swallowed the salad, "Well, then I will tell you what I know."

On the other side, the banquet between Aristophane and Elisand is also coming to an end.

"how are you feeling?"

"Very good, Master Elisand," Aristophan picked up the napkin next to him and wiped his mouth. The maid standing next to him quickly stepped forward and replaced him with a new one. "Then let us enter the formal Let's talk."

Elisande nodded and waved to the maid beside him to remove the slightly messy dinner plate and tablecloth, replace it with a new one, and then ordered a disc to come up under Aristophanes' gaze.

"this is?"

Elisande ignored Aristophan's doubts, his right hand condensed a trace of magic power and spotted it on the disk, the lavender magic power was constructed layer by layer, and the Suramar city model appeared in front of the two.

"This is the city projection of Suramar," the Grand Magus said. "As you can see, the only source of magic power for the entire Suramar is the Dark Night Well, the Great Enchantment, various magic structures, magic experiments, and even The luxurious life of the nobles occupies most of the magic power of the dark night well, and only a very small part of the magic power is distributed to the common people every year. In order to ensure the life of the common people, we have to choose to add this part of the magic power to the drink."

The elf mage listened quietly to Elisand's narration. He didn't quite understand why the leader of the Nightborne in front of him would introduce himself to Suramar.

"I know that Thalyssa is very worried about Suramar's current situation, so after learning that you successfully planted Acandor, she immediately asked me to go to you for help."

At this time, the great magister enlarged the model as he introduced it. Located at the high tower in the center, a stream of lavender magic power soared into the sky, and then merged into the hemispherical enchantment like a streamer.

"So what do you need?" Aristophane asked softly.

"I used the power of the Eye of Aman'sul to get a glimpse of the future. In all the flow of time, Cha'dorei's future fate is under the control of the Burning Legion, without exception. But about one A hundred years ago, all the timelines suddenly became chaotic, and I could no longer see the flow of fate until last month..."

"Last month? What happened?" Aristophanes was curious.

Elisand gave him a deep look: "Last month I entered the stream of time again, trying to find the future of Chadorei, but I accidentally entered a huge battlefield, the dragon and the spacecraft covered the sky. A large number of races that I knew and did not know united to face terrible threats. Various magic structures raged on the battlefield. Finally, I was discovered by a mage and expelled from that timeline.

Do you know, Your Excellency Aristophane Windrunner, that mage looks exactly like you, or the frequency of his magical power fluctuations is exactly the same as yours. I think you must know what this means? "

The wizard mage fell silent upon hearing this.

"So Windrunner," Elisand stood up and put his hands on the table, "what do you want to say?"

Aristophanes suddenly laughed: "Your Excellency the Great Magus, I don’t know what you want me to say? After all, it is an unknowable future, and it may not even be the future of our world online. As for destiny? This world is for changing fate!"

Elisand looked at the elf mage who suddenly relaxed, turned off the projection of Suramar City on the table, and sat opposite him.

"Well, Grand Magister, I understand what you mean. We are not sure about the future. Maybe I will become the mage you see through the flow of time, or maybe not, but none of this affects our current Plan. So Elisand, do you need the fruits of Akan'dor?"

The Grand Magister did not answer directly, but handed Aristophane a scroll. The wizard mage opened him, and then a trace of surprise leaked from his face: "This is the result of your research?"

Elisande nodded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said proudly: "Suramar has the best agricultural researcher in the Elven Empire, Master Telan. With his help, we have cracked some of the secrets of Arcandor. ."

The wizard mage clapped his hands and admired: "It is indeed the holy land of the empire."

"If you are curious, I can ask Myrandos to show you to the botanist tomorrow," Elisand said. "We are also happy to share some techniques about farming. I can open up any technology that Rama has, as long as you agree to sign this secret agreement."

Looking at the scroll that the Grand Magister handed over again, Aristophane opened it, looking at the terms on it, the expression on his face gradually became serious.

"Are you sure you want to sign such an agreement? It doesn't seem to be of much practical benefit to Suramar."

"This place has been closed for too long, and the future remains the same," Elisand said quietly. "So for thousands of years I had to compromise with those nobles, but now I have new hope, for Suramar, for Xia Duo Lei, I don't mind making some changes, otherwise the Night Son will perish sooner or later."