Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

The night Tyrande arrived in Tanaris with reinforcements.

"High Priest, he's here." Aristophanes followed Shandris to the door of a wooden house where druids were spawned.

"Okay, come in." A voice like a clear spring entered Aristophanes' ears.

Shandris pushed open the creaking wooden door and walked in first, followed by Aristophanes.

The chief high priest in front of her had already changed into a white silk robe, and the bright moonlight shone from the window onto her face, which was mysterious and holy.

The high priest motioned for the two to sit on the stool in front of him.

"Ishnu-dal-dieb, good to meet you, Aristophanes."

"I am also honored to meet you, High Priest." Aristophanes nodded slightly.

Tyrande reached out to catch the falling moonlight, and then said: "Santis told me her thoughts and your answer. Faced with the current situation, do you have any good solutions?"

Aristophanes looked at the slender purple face under the moonlight, and said calmly: "The high priest, just like what I told General Shandris, wants to request the reinforcement of mages from the upper echelons of Quel'Thalas. It is impossible to succeed, whether it is the subordinates of the royal family or the parliament, it is unlikely to be far away from the Bandinur Great Barrier, but I can find some peripheral rangers with rich combat experience to form a troop to support."

"Ranger," Tyrande frowned, "We don't have any shortage now, it would be great if we had a mage like you."

Looking at the two who were silent, Aristophanes said another opinion: "Besides, there is another force that you have ignored."

"what?"

"Dragon."

"Dragon?" Shandris asked, "but they never take part in our affairs, and we don't know where to find them."

"This is no longer a situation that the night elves can control," Aristophanes said seriously. "After so many days of fighting, I believe you, Shandris, understand that relying solely on the army of night elves, we can at most It is almost impossible to push back if we hold this canyon."

Shandris nodded silently.

"In addition, we also found huge worms that can drill into the ground in Nanfeng Village. We may be able to defend this canyon, but the worms can dig tunnels to leave Silithus. With the number and aggressiveness of the worms, I think they will be stuck. There is a high probability that Limudor's creatures will be wiped out!"

Shandris shuddered at the thought of the overwhelming swarms appearing elsewhere. She turned to Tyrande and said, "Mother, we must warn the races, and..."

"I understand what you mean, Shandris," Tyrande said calmly, "You can lead Aristophanes back first. As for your suggestion, Mage, I will give it careful consideration."

Aristophanes nodded upon hearing this: "It's okay, High Priest, let Shandris stay,...

I'll just go back by myself. "Then stood up and walked out of the cabin.

Looking at the back of the elf mage, Tyrande tapped his fingers on the table, and then asked, "Santis, do you think we should take his suggestion?"

"I don't know, High Priest." Shandris also thought about his opinion, "However, our Hippogryph knights and rangers are indeed a little weak when facing flying insect swarms, and lack air-to-air means. If we can Cooperate with the dragons, then I think the chances of winning will be much better."

Tyrande nodded: "Understood, let me witness the bug's attack tomorrow before making any plans."

In the early morning of the next day, the worms launched an attack on the elves' position again. Fandral still charged forward, the air force continued to be commanded by Shandris and Aristophanes, and Tyrande was in the rear, leading the rest of the army. Sentinels and priests.

Looking at the swarm of insects that covered the sky, the High Priest's face was heavy. Although she had made psychological preparations, she was still shocked by the scale of the swarm.

Tyrande couldn't imagine how these bugs could reproduce on such a large scale in the barren desert.

The Qiraji were also furious, and the sharp-eyed sentinels saw the obsidian kobold statue mixed in the swarm, that is, Anubisath.

Although these stone statues were slow to respond and insensitive to turn around, but with the cover of the insect swarm, these shortcomings were nothing. On the contrary, they are thick-skinned and powerful enough to withstand the bear claws of the Claw Druids. The largest one, Anubisath, directly stopped Fandral who was charging, and one person and one bear beat each other On the other side, the ground is full of corpses of bugs that were squashed because they couldn't dodge.

Under the cover of Anubisath, the Qiraji took the opportunity to cross the line of defense formed by the Claw Druids, and attacked the sentinels and priests behind.

Tyrande stood at the forefront riding Ash'ara. She raised the bow blessed by Elune in her hand, bent the bow and set her arrows, and shot the burning red arrows at the bugs one after another.

The sentries behind her also took out their weapons and rushed up, the tree monsters threw their spears one after another, and the guardians of the forest stepped forward to protect the priests, and released various natural spells to attack the bugs.

Elune's priests began to pray, and a large number of beams of light fell from the sky, blasting at the bugs.

In this way, a new day of fierce battle began.

Night fell quickly, and the worms retreated after leaving countless corpses, and Fandral also led the scarred Druids of the Claw to retreat.

When Shandris got off the hippogryph, she staggered and almost fell to her knees. Aristophanes quickly reached out to support her, and her blue hair soaked in sweat stuck tightly to her purple facial lines.

"Thank you, Aristophanes," Shandris said after trying to gain his footing.

Looking at the Sentinel General who was still paralyzed on his body, Aristophanes shook his head. At this moment, Priest Mara was leading a team of priests, and he quickly stopped her: "Priest Mara, come quickly!"

...

The priest turned her head when she heard the familiar shout, and when she saw the weak Shandris, she quickly arranged the priests in the team, and then walked over.

"Are you all right, General?" Mara asked with concern.

"She probably didn't rest for a long time and the pressure from the bugs was too great. She suddenly relaxed and exhausted," Aristophanes said of his diagnosis, "You can help her go back and rest. Also, This is an energy recovery potion I made, you can use it as you see fit, and it will take longer to take effect than those powerful energy potions, but fortunately, the effect of the potion is stable and there are no sequelae."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of lavender potion and handed it to Mara. The Sentinel General smiled at her, and the priest helped the weak Shandris back to his camp.

Tyrande, who was talking with Fandral in the distance, saw this scene and nodded secretly in his heart.

"...High Priest, I think we must continue to increase our troops, otherwise we can barely defend this canyon line of defense, and there is no way to fight back!" Fandral said seriously.

"Fandral, except for the Druids who are still sleeping and the guards that must be kept, all the mobile forces have followed me to this place, and we have no reinforcements to dispatch." Tyrande said still calmly.

"Then wake up the sleeping Druids and call the guards over!" Fandral said impatiently, "I don't care about anything else! I just want the bugs to die!"

Tyrande said solemnly: "Calm down, Fandral. You have to realize the reality, we have no ability to fight back against the bugs now!"

"Oh, you want me to calm down? I can't calm down!" Fandral said fiercely, "Valstein, he's dead! He died in the swarm without a body! How do you ask me to calm down?! If he died It's Shandris, what mood are you in?! Attack, must attack!"

The moon necklace on Tyrande's forehead reflected orange-red light in the setting sun. She stared at the angry archdruid in front of her, but her thoughts drifted to the far north: "Malfurion, look at Fan now. Dahl, how do you feel?"

But her mouth became more and more serious: "Fandar, I disagree with your idea. As a weak force, we must defend firmly. Attacking rashly is courting death!"

"You!!" Fandral was furious, gnashing his teeth and said: "Tyrande! Don't think that you can order me because you are the teacher's lover! I am the Druid commander appointed by the Cenarion Council! At best, you are The Priestess of the Moon is nothing more, what do you know about military affairs?"

After speaking, Fandral walked away, leaving Tyrande watching the departing archdruid uncertainly.

"High Priest, are you alright?"

The elf mage was about to go back after appeasing Adelina, but when he saw the high priest who was still standing there thinking, he asked.

Tyrande regained his composure, raised his head slightly, looked into the eyes of the elf mage and said, "Oh, Aristophanes, it's you."

The mage nodded, he saw...

After Tyrande was free, he planned to leave, but the priestess stopped him.

"Aristophanes, are you sure you can contact the dragon?" Tyrande asked cautiously.

"I can try, high priest, but I can't guarantee it," Aristophanes spread his hands. "After all, I'm just an ordinary half-elf mage, and dragons have always looked down on us mortals."

Tyrande waved his hand: "These are small things. I will ask Shandris to lead a small team of rangers to protect you and contact the dragon tomorrow morning."

Looking at the determined high priest in front of him, Aristophanes nodded and agreed.

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Tanaris.

The scorching sun shone on the desert, and a crystal scale lizard was lying on the desert, sticking out its bright red tongue out of boredom.

Suddenly a shadow passed over it, and the lizard got scared into the white sand in an instant.

After a day and night of flying, Aristophanes and his party successfully crossed the crater and arrived at the desert at the southeast corner of Kalimdor.

"Aristophanes, are you sure you can find giant dragons in this desert?" Shandris on the Hippogryph turned her head and asked loudly.

Aristophanes, who was flying alongside her, did not answer, but stretched out his hand to build a pergola, and determined the direction of the sea.

"Follow me!" After speaking, Adelina flapped her wings twice, and instantly distanced herself from the elves riding the Hippogryph.

Soon everyone arrived at the beach, the blue that filled the field of vision made people feel refreshed, and the cool sea breeze blew everyone's long hair.

"You don't want to go to sea, do you?" Shandris narrowed her eyes, "The hippogryph can't fly very far."

"No, Shandris, we're almost there."

After speaking, Aristophanes led the elves along the coastline and flew south.

Soon a mountain peak appeared in front of everyone. Under the leadership of Aristophanes, the elves went around from the west, and then Shandris saw a dilapidated city wall entrance appearing in front of her eyes. Ruins.

"Here we are, Shandris." The elf mage landed on the sandy ground at the door after speaking, and led Adelina into the dark city wall doorway.

Shandris and the others looked at each other, led the Hippogryph and walked in with him.

Inside the doorway was a huge tunnel extending downwards, with torches planted on the walls on both sides. Shandris was observing the surrounding situation when her hippogryph suddenly opened its wings and neighed.

"Stop, mortals! This is not a place for you!" A majestic voice came from above the dark doorway.

Aristophanes raised his head and saw a huge figure descending from the sky, flapping countless sand and gravel with its waving wings.

The giant dragon landed on the ground in front of them, folded its wings, and raised its long neck. The silhouettes of these people were reflected in the huge golden dragon pupils, and its long tail swung...

Toss it away, looking a little impatient.

"You mortals, I am the bronze dragon prince Anachronos, what is the purpose of coming here?" the dragon opened his mouth and said.

Aristophanes signaled Shandris to come forward, the Ranger General stared at the dragon's head, and then said, "Dear Prince Anachronos, I am Shandris Feathermoon, commander of the Night Elf Sentinel Force, and we are here To ask for help from the great Aspects."

"Giant dragons never intervene in the struggle of mortals, you go back!" Anachronos refused.

"But..."

"No, but! Mortals! It's already an exception for us to step into the Caverns of Time!" Anachronos said proudly, "Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to enter this place at all."

After speaking, Anachronus spread his wings and planned to leave here.

Aristophanes walked up to him, reached out and took out something, and said, "I want to see Chromie, is she there?"

Anachronos lowered his head when he heard the words, and retracted his wings after seeing the golden flake object in the elf mage's hand, and then a flash of light flashed, turning into a yellow-haired elf.

Anachronos reached out to pick up the scale, took a closer look, and found that it was full of the power of time. He immediately asked seriously, "Where did you get it?"

"It was given to me by Chromie before."

"Impossible! Do you know what this thing means to the guardian dragon?" Anachronos reached out and grabbed Aristophanes' skirt, "It is impossible for Chrono... Chromie to It was given to a mortal!"

"But she did give it to me, didn't she?" Aristophanes replied calmly.

Anachronos gritted his teeth, as if afraid of Chromie's reputation, stepped back a few steps and turned back into the dragon form.

"For Chromie's sake, come with me, mortals, and I'll take you to see Queen Solidomi!" After speaking, he flapped his wings and turned around and flew into the cave.

Aristophanes put away the scales that Chromie gave him, and led Shandris and others to fly in after the dragon.

The passage of the cave is not as dark and humid as Shandis imagined, but extremely dry. From time to time, strange scenes appear in front of them: human-style towers, elf-style huts, magnificent purple voids, and golden quicksand magic. They were an eye opener.

Soon they arrived at a huge square. A huge hourglass of time was placed in the middle of the square. The surrounding half-dragon squad patrolled back and forth with sophisticated weapons. Several bronze dragons squatted around the hourglass. Anachronos leader Then Aristophanes and others landed in front of the biggest one.

"Mother, these mortals hold Aunt Kronom's special token and want to ask us for help." Anachronos said meekly, lowering his head.

Aristophanes took out the scales that Chromie had given him, and held them up high. His action caught the eyes of all the squatting dragons. #br...  

r# "Could it be?!"

"It looks right!"

"I didn't expect the deviant, crazy Kronom to hand it over so easily, it just overturned my cognition!" The bronze dragons whispered.

Solidome ignored these voices, raised her dragon head, got up, walked around Anachronos in front of her, and walked in front of Aristophanes and his party.

"Hello, mortal, can you tell me your name?"

"His Royal Highness Solidomi, I am Aristophanes Windrunner, from Quel'Thalas, we are here to seek help from the guardian dragons, a species that can destroy the world has appeared in Silithus , the power of the elves alone is irresistible." Aristophanes looked at the huge dragon in front of him and said neither humble nor overbearing.

Soli Domi nodded and did not speak. Although she had speculated about the identity of the elf in her heart, she was not sure yet.

"In principle, the guardian dragon cannot participate in this kind of thing, but since you have the token of Kronom.

How about this, you stay here first, I will tell Anachronos to find Chromie, and let her return as soon as possible, we will talk about it later. "

After speaking, under the signal of Soli Domi, a huge bronze half-dragon came up, and led the elves into the house beside the square, regardless of whether they wanted to or not.

"Anachronus, I've given you a mission to retrieve Chronom as quickly as possible."

"I obey, Queen Mother." Anachronos flapped his wings and disappeared into the passage.