Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

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After the last discussion and the subsequent banquet, the elf ranger and the dwarf warrior also recognized each other's strength (whether in the battlefield or in the wine field), and the relationship between them has obviously become better, although they still learn from each other every day. But the smell of gunpowder is not as strong as before.

"Ha, Aristophanes, how did you come up with such an efficient golem manufacturing process?" Madoran, the dwarf prince, stood on the second floor of the factory, looking at the production line of the structure below. Although the races are different, they are well organized. One group is responsible for the smelting of ore and the structure of the structure, one group is responsible for engraving magic runes on these steels, and the last group is responsible for assembling them together.

"Is this very efficient?" Aristophane was stunned. "It takes only two weeks to make a small four-legged structure. This is still on the premise that I have simplified the structure."

"Isn't it okay for two weeks?" Madoran opened his eyes wide. "As far as I know, whether it is Quel'Thalas or Dalaran, all their arcane structures need to be made by hand, although they are exquisite. But it will take half a year at the earliest, and the shipment may not be stable."

"The official workshop of Quel'Thalas takes about four or five months, but the work efficiency of the elven lords and craftsmen is too low. Only about a quarter of the month is working, and the rest Most of them are entertaining and playing," Aristophane shook his head, "As for Dalaran, I think their current focus is on arcane research, not production."

"Why, have you seen a structure production line with higher production efficiency?"

The wizard mage remembered the Stark private drone armor production line he had visited before. The beauty of industry and intelligence dazzled everyone.

"It's still too difficult to achieve that kind of production efficiency. Wait a minute." Aristophane secretly shook his head, and then changed the subject: "Your Majesty Madoran, do you have any ideas about the battle mode of the Paladin? "

"Not for the time being, but in my experience, the Paladin still has a long way to go to reach the final form you mentioned. The most important thing is actual combat. The more actual combat, the better."

"Hopefully, it’s fine. After all, my original intention was to allow my people to have a front-row profession similar to a warrior. Spellbreaker is the first choice, but it takes too much to cultivate a spellbreaker."

Madoran nodded: "The birth of every new profession will always cost a lot of manpower and material resources, so on behalf of the Bronzebeard tribe, I thank you for your generosity. From now on you will be our eternal friend."

"This is my honour, Your Highness Madoran." The elf mage bowed his head slightly, just as an elf walked in and said something to Aristophanes. He nodded? Then he said to the dwarf beside him?" Please forgive me for not being with me? Prince? There is an important guest visiting? I need to meet him."

"It's okay, Elf boy? Do you need to find me in the dwarf tavern over there." Madoran slapped the elf mage's arm carelessly, then turned and walked out.

Temple of Acandor? Remulos and Milune are chatting with two green-haired night elves, a man and a woman.

"Remulos, you said you have been here for more than a month?"

"Yes? Lord Isarios," Remulos said as he looked up at the drooping branches of Acandor? "The changes here are really great, and they are more alive than the last time I came."

"You're right? Even if my lair is

continue reading! In the next door, but with just a moment's effort, the mortal mage named Aristophane could build the original barren wasteland like this? It was indeed beyond my expectation. "

At this time, another night elf suddenly sighed: "This tree is amazing, no matter what direction you look at? It is perfectly symmetrical."

"Princess Melinthora, according to Aristophanes, the reason this tree is like this is entirely because it balances the two powers of nature and arcane," Milun explained as she reached out and stroked the drooping purple. Leaves, "I can feel the power of the Emerald Dream in this tree."

"Yes, I was here when he planted trees..."

"Yes, Your Excellency Isarios, everything here is inseparable from the generosity of the two majesty." Aristophanes walked in, "Well, this territory has lived up to their expectations!"

Isarios smiled bitterly and shook his head, did not speak, but Melin Sera looked at the mage in front of him with some curiosity. The last time I saw him was hundreds of years ago, outside the wall of beetles in Silithus, the tribal forces Jointly seal the insects.

"Long time no see, Your Highness Melin Sera." The wizard mage saluted, "I don't know why you two came."

"There are two things. First, the queen feels something is happening in the Atahaka Temple, and hopes me and Melin Sera will go and see; second, I want you to come with us."

"What? Go to the Atahaka Temple?"

"Yes," Isarios nodded. "The queen said that the dream had enlightened her. Prince Eranikus's soul is being tortured endlessly. She hopes we can liberate him."

"But isn't the temple sealed by Queen Ysera?"

Melinthe stretched her hand and took out a piece of green dragon scale, with a strong natural aura surging on it: "This is the key given to us by the queen, which can temporarily break the seal and let us in. Of course, the queen's scales have limited power. It can only hold ten people at most."

Aristophanes thought of Madoran’s words "Paladin must be perfected in battle"~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He nodded: "Okay, I will lead a team with you. ."

"Don't worry, I will take enough reward from the treasure house," Isarios said. "It's not too late. We will see you at the crossing of the canyon in the east in three days."

"Okay, don't they need to follow Remulos?"

"Originally I wanted to invite them, but since you promised to go there, I think they should be more willing to stay here and grow flowers."

The elf mage turned his head to look at the guardian of the jungle and the Dryad. Remulos shook his head slightly: "We don't want to fight. Father sent us just in case, so it would be great if we could stay here. But not all The guardians of the jungle and the Dryads are not willing to fight, such as Lunara, I think she must be willing to join you and go to the temple."

"Well, Remulos, count the number of Cenarius' descendants who are willing to go to the Cursed Swamp, so I can arrange the manpower for the team."

"no problem."

Seeing that everything was arranged, Isarios and Melin Sela turned and walked out of the hall, but they whispered at the door for a while and then turned back.

"What's the matter?"

"Um... Aristophane, I want to stay and see your territory, okay?" Melinthera was a little embarrassed.

"This..." The wizard mage turned his head to look at Isarios, the male green dragon smiled bitterly and shook his head, "She doesn't want to go to me

continue reading! I live in the dragon’s nest, I think it’s too deserted..."

"Well, as long as your Royal Highness can abide by our rules, don't show your true body easily, you can do whatever you want."

"No problem!" Melin Sela cheered, turned and ran in the direction of the market, only Isarios and Aristophane stared at each other.