Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Aristophanes lived in Stormwind City, and soon after a month passed, his name gradually spread in Stormwind City. The reason is no other reason. The Lothar family’s forging workshop was under his guidance. , Carried out a round of technological innovation, and the production efficiency and yield rate were significantly higher than other families.

　　 This made the other nobles in Stormwind jealous, but there was no way.

On this day, Hans Lothar came to Lothar Blacksmith's shop as usual. He looked around. Compared with a month ago, the blacksmith's shop was well organized at this time. The craftsmen who forged, quenched, and opened the front all performed their duties. The chaos is much better.

　　 "Old Crevy, how are you doing?"

"Ah, general, you are here!" A one-armed blacksmith put down the hammer in his hand after hearing Hans's call, and walked over. "The blacksmith shop has undergone technical upgrades, and its production capacity has been greatly improved. !"

　　 Hans picked up a one-handed sword in the box, and shook his head looking at his face reflected on the smooth surface. Then he raised his hand and found that the center of gravity of this sword was not perfect for him, but it was much more comfortable than a normal standard sword.

"Huh?" He uttered a question, then put it down and picked up the handle next to it. According to the past practice, the two swords should be quite different, but what surprised him was that the sword in his hand was different from The previous handle seems to be the same, the center of gravity and the comfort of the hilt are exactly the same!

　　 He kept taking out the sword in the box, waving it from time to time, frowning deeper and deeper.

　　 "What's wrong, General?" the one-armed blacksmith asked carefully.

　　 Hans shook his head, and then asked, "How are these swords made?"

"This is the weapon that Master Aristophane instructed us to upgrade the technology and then made." Old Krievey replied cautiously, "These standard swords are the first batch, and some of them are flawed and plan to be returned. The re-engineering, the second batch will be out soon, and the quality is better than this batch."

　　 Hans opened his mouth. Only then did he understand how much benefit Aristophanes had brought to his family.

　　 "I see, you guys do it!"

　　 He has to go back and think about his father to report the situation, the three scrolls seem to be worth mentioning, but his family's love is too big!

　　 At this time, Aristophanes was studying the scrolls in the manor. A while ago, he went to the blacksmith shop on a whim and made some small things, and then guided the one-armed blacksmith by the way to optimize the crafting process.

　　 He didn't think so much, after all, it was equivalent exchange, using a little bit of scrap technology for something he built.

　　 "True, true."

　　 "Come in." Aristophanes heard a knock on the door and said.

　　 "Master Master, this is the northern black tea the Patriarch asked me to brew for you." The attendant lowered his head and said.

"Okay, let's put it aside." Aristophane took the teacup, but at this moment, he was out of the [Mystery Reading] state, and his perception suddenly recovered, and then his face suddenly changed and he took it directly from the bag. Out of his wand, it instantly activated [Energy Armor-Force Armor], and then he took the wand with a heavy hammer, a circle of ice appeared in the room centered on him, and the temperature suddenly dropped.

The attendant was controlled by the [Frost Nova-Quick Freeze] released by Aristophane before he had time to react. He had no choice but to show his original shape, and at the same time a yellow barrier enveloped the small building, before Aristophane The huge energy bodies that were sensed also appeared in the barrier.

　　 Looking at the black-and-white dragon men on the roof, the two dragon men squads standing on the grass outside the window, and the two flying dragons, Aristophane looked solemn, and he knew what he had encountered.

　　 "Aristophane Windrunner! You devil who disrupts the timeline, a creature that does not belong to Azeroth, I, Templerus, hereby pronounce your death sentence!" the flying dragon shouted.

　　 Aristophane ignored it, but a flash came to the edge of the barrier. He felt it for a while, and found that this enchantment isolated time and space inside and outside.

　　 "Don't you understand that this is meaningless?" Templelus said in the air, "Your time is over!"

Aristophane turned around. He looked at the dragonman team in front of him. The dragonman disguised as an attendant also got rid of control and came to the grass. The two dragonman teams immediately gathered around him and took out at the same time. Their respective weapons.

　　 "Lord of the Rift, come on, kill him!" The dragon screamed immediately and rushed to the elf before him.

　　 Aristophanes was not afraid, he also activated his own secret energy, and then released a spherical earth-yellow cover to cover the charging dragon and the flying Temple.

　　Looking at the Dragonman squad whose charging speed was slowing down, Templuth waved his wings and tried to leave the cover, but he found that his speed was extremely slow. He felt it carefully, and was surprised and angry.

　　 "You dare to steal the power of time, you are seeking your own death!"

　　 Aristophanes ignored Templus’s yelling, but activated one circle after another, one by one spinning the frozen ball that released the Frost Bolt into the [Time Delay] spell cover.

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

　　 After a while, except for the fissure lord who led the dragon, the remaining six were lying on the ground and turned into yellow sand.

　　 At this time, the rift lord also rushed out of the spell range with scars, waving the double-headed halberd in his hand and roaring towards Aristophanes.

　　 Aristophane raised the staff in his left hand and shook his hands horizontally, and then a half-human circle appeared in front of his eyes, and then a fiery red energy ray gushed out from it and went straight to the rift lord.

　　 "[Disintegration of rays-burst]!"

　　 The dragon man raised the weapon in his hand to try to block the surging energy rays, but was knocked away by the energy instantly, and the huge body was gradually eroded by the energy rays.

　　 The rift lord turned his head to look at Templeus, stretched out his hand to say something, but the red energy gradually eroded his whole body and exploded with a "boom".

　　 And under the control of Aristophanes, this ray flew towards Templeus whose wings flickered in the sky.

　　 At this time, the flying young dragon broke free of the spell control of time delay, and was about to use Shisha Breath to attack.

　　 It looked at the oncoming red energy ray, and could only stop the prelude to the attack and leave the attack range of the ray.

　　 This ray hit the golden time barrier, and it began to emit golden ripples, and then shattered like glass.

Templus flew in the air and looked at the elf in front of him bitterly. His figure gradually disappeared, but his hoarse voice passed into Aristophanes’ ears: "This time you are lucky, elf! But next time you come It's not a young dragon like me, a thief like you will die in our hands sooner or later!"

Then Aristophane flashed to the belly of the dragon, and stretched out the staff toward Templelus, a flashing arcane blade appeared on the top of the staff, and the magic circle appeared, and then it was about to disappear. The dragon flew away: "[Ghost Blade-Throwing Blade]!"

　　 "Wow!" With a scream, the dragon disappeared, and then a dragon claw fell from the air.

　　 Aristophane picked up the black and white dragon claw, and then looked around. At this time, except for the trophies in his hand, there was no difference between the surroundings and the time before the eternal dragon came.

　　He understands that this is the power of time, or the credit of the hourglass of time. Then he put away the dragon claw~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and went back upstairs, continuing to study the scrolls that have not yet been confirmed.

　　 At this time, outside the Val'sharah Moon Temple, a green-haired elf and a dwarf were chatting.

　　 "Kronom, what's the matter with you?" The elegant green long-haired elf touched the horns on his head, then opened his sleepless eyes and asked the little dwarf who suddenly jumped up in front of him.

　　 "Your Majesty Ysera, I feel a burst of time, in the southwest, I want to go and see!" After talking about Chromie, he changed into a dragon form, waving his wings and leaving.

　　 "Need help, Kronom?" The elf stood up.

　　 "No need, your majesty, go to sleep!" After speaking, it disappeared into the sky like an arrow from the string.

　　 "Mother, His Royal Highness Kronom is gone?" At this time, an upper body was like a night elf, but the lower body was like a stag, and the ten-foot-tall animal walked towards the elf.

"Yes, my child, she felt an explosion of temporal energy in the southwest, and she rushed over." The elf looked at the adopted son in front of him, and stretched out his long green mossy hair that fell straight to his shoulders. Cenarius, take care of this place, I am leaving."

　　 Cenarius lowered his head with two huge and prominent antlers so that his adoptive mother could tidy it up, and then said, "Are you going to sleep again?"

"Yes, there are some terrible things in the Emerald Dream, but I haven't found them yet. Now is the time to continue my mission." The elf sorted out the leaves and buds on the antlers, and then went to Cenarius. Taking a few steps back under his gaze, he turned into a very large and beautiful green dragon, with a gleaming crescent decoration on his forehead.

　　 Cenarius lowered his head slightly and watched as the green dragon flew northward away from Val'sharah.