Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"The farewell is over?" the sentinel general who was leading the Hippogryph turned his head and asked.

Aristophanes just got off Adelina, he nodded without speaking.

At this time, they were located at the newly built sentry post in the valley. After sending away his seriously injured son, Fandral decided to guard here, monitoring the bugs behind the wall of beetles to prevent them from launching another sudden attack.

After Tyrande signed an agreement with Aristophanes, he left the necessary defenders, and then led the remaining elves and the sons of Cenarius back to Ashenvale and Mount Hyjal in the north.

"My side is almost ready. The magic barrier on Eresalas' side should be opened in the near future. The high priest entrusted me to go there with you to find the hidden Highborne mages."

Hearing this, Aristophanes asked suspiciously, "Are you going too?"

Shandris said: "Yes, after this battle, the high priest understands that druids and sentries are too restrictive, and we still need some supervised arcane power."

Aristophanes knew that the night elves would eventually accept the Syndras in Eldrethalas, but he did not expect Tyrande to change his mind so early and began to contact the isolated Eldrethalas s.

"I've changed history!" Aristophanes sighed in his heart, and then he opened his mouth and said to General Sentinel: "I understand, so let's go now?"

Shandris nodded, stretched out his hand to pat the hippogryph beside him, stepped up lightly, then grasped the hippogryph's rein tightly, and flew off the ground with a whistle, followed by Aristophanes. The squad quickly disappeared among the mountains.

At this time, Elesalas is also facing a big problem: their source of power is out of order.

"More than 80% of the energy we have drawn in the past thousand years has been used to imprison that demon, and less than 20% is left for us to absorb, Your Highness."

The highborne prince with weird green pupils tapped the table with his fingers a few times: "That is to say, the energy we have gained is no longer able to feed so many people?"

"Our shields have been weakened to the extreme, and some civilians have been cut off from their daily energy share. Even so, the energy is barely enough for the elves in the council." A Syndra mage said, "According to The current energy quota changes estimate that we will not be able to obtain any energy from that demon for another twenty years at most."

"Has Parliament come up with a solution?"

"His Excellency Archmage Modant proposed to go out and find other support; while Barak thinks that it is too dangerous to rush out of Elre's Salas, it is better to continue to dig potential to ensure the survival of Syndra."

Prince Torsedrin stood up, looked at the tall bookshelf behind him, and took down a book: "How to Extract Energy More Efficiently", by Metley.

The elf opened the book and turned to a page marked by him: For the Quel'dorei, energy absorption is both a blessing and a curse. If you are in an energy-deficient environment and there are other elves around, there is an emergency circle that can guarantee your survival, but the price...

The latter words were blacked out for some reason, but Torsedrin knew what Maitri meant.

"Sylvet, next I will give you a task to count how many Syndras there are in Eresalas, and make a boundary for their ages."

"Yes, Your Highness. Then how should the council respond?"

"Just say that I have a solution to the lack of energy." Torsedrin closed the book, with green fire in his eyes.

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On the outskirts of Eresalas, Shandris and Aristophanes were looking at the thin magic shield shining with blue light in front of them,

His face is serious.

"Half a month has passed, why does this shield still exist?" Shandris said somewhat summoned.

Aristophanes stretched out his hand and pressed it, the thin layer of arcane energy was dented, he let go, and the shield returned to its original state.

"This shield..." Under the gaze of Shandris, the elf mage condensed a mass of energy in his left hand, touched it lightly, and began to perceive its structure.

Soon he opened his eyes and withdrew his hand.

"How's it going?"

"I have a little understanding of the principle of this shield," Aristophanes looked up at the semicircular shield and said, "Fortunately, the shield is in a low-energy state, otherwise it would not be so simple for me to analyze a part of it. Come on, General."

After he finished speaking, he reached out and used secret energy to draw a circle on the edge of the magic shield, and then activated it. And a hole appeared on the magic shield, from which a strange energy and another familiar smell gushed out.

Shandris' eyes widened and his complexion changed drastically. He immediately took out the bow and arrow he carried with him: "This, this is the smell of demons and blood!"

Aristophanes nodded. He had seen the eredar too, and the familiar stench reminded him of the battle in Deadwind Pass.

He took out the artifact wand, put on armor for himself, and walked in first, followed by Shandris.

Soon they arrived at a huge courtyard. A huge crystal power tower stood on the edge of the courtyard, some energy bodies were swimming around it, and there was a deeper courtyard behind the courtyard, but it seemed to be covered by something.

The two walked cautiously across the grass and came to the edge. The smell of blood became stronger, and they looked down.

"Hiss~" The two gasped, and what was presented to them was an extremely tragic scene: at least hundreds of elf corpses were lying on the ground in disorder, the red blood had solidified, and the faces of the elves were shaved. Thin, withered bodies, as if something had been forcibly pulled out of their bodies.

"This, this is..."

"Ah, General, you read that right, the energy in these elves was absorbed, and then they were slaughtered." Aristophanes clenched the staff in his hand, and his joints began to turn white.

Looking at the corpse of the elf below, Shandris was silent, but also clenched the bow and arrow in his hand.

Aristophanes saw a door below, he pushed Shandris, and then said to her: "General, that should be the official entrance of Elesalas, let's go, let's meet the leader here .”

The two walked to the door cautiously, and found that the door was not locked at all, so they pushed it open and walked in.

Behind the door is a long corridor, with flaming torches stuck on the wall. At this moment, Aristophanes seemed to sense something, and he winked at the Sentinel General. Shandris understood and nodded subtly.

Soon they came to the end, there was a circular hall, surrounded by energy bodies and elemental bodies patrolling, and in the center lay a strange-looking creature, and several elves stood beside it, controlling the magic circle Draw energy from him.

"Oh my god, that's a devil disaster dog! These elves actually get energy from it!"

Hearing Shandris' angry words, Aristophanes whispered: "That's not all, have you seen those crystal energy towers? These elves extract the energy from the demon's body, then charge it into the energy towers, and then use These energy towers are used to suppress this disaster dog."

"Are they crazy? Are demons so easy to deal with?"

At this time, a strange voice sounded beside them: "Elf, you are right, we are indeed crazy."

Aristophanes released the Frost Nova that had been prepared, and an icy blue halo spread out. An elf wearing a robe was frozen in place, and Shandris took out a short knife and put it on his neck .

"Who are you?" Shandris asked in a low voice.

"What a wonderful frost spell!" The elf didn't seem to think that the two people in front of him were dangerous. He cast the spell in a hurry to dry the frost on his body, and then said, "I should ask you first, elves, Who are you, why are you sneaking into Eresalas, and coming to this muddy water."

"I am the Sentinel General of the Kaldorei, the controller of Feathermoon Fortress, Shandris Feathermoon, and the mage over there is from Quel'Thalas."

"Quel'Thalas?" the mage asked suspiciously, "Where is that place? How come I've never heard of it?"

"Cut the bullshit, Elf, and tell us your name!"

The elf sighed, and then said: "I am Mordant, Mordant's Eternal Shadow, a member of the council of Eresalas."

"What's going on here? Why do you want to slaughter your own people?" Shandris asked with an ugly face.

"It's a long story, come with me, let's communicate slowly."