Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Silvermoon City, the residence of the Windrunner family.

"Aristophanes, this is the information I asked for from the council hall." A male elf handed the elf mage a recording crystal, "It's all inside."

Aristophanes opened his eyes, took the crystal and said, "Uncle Nansen, did my father encounter any strange things when he was in Parliament recently?"

The elf named Nansen thought for a while, and then said, "Which aspect are you talking about?"

"Oh, it's about the councilor's attitude towards my father, or the Windrunner family. Has there been any change recently?"

"A while ago, Fenrir Daywalker tried to invite Krivi to meet outside the city, but your father refused with excuses." Nansen said.

"That's right, I understand."

At this time, Li Reza's voice came from the courtyard: "Creevey, you said His Majesty the King forbids us to say goodbye?"

Aristophanes and Nansen walked out of the house one after the other, and then saw Li Reza in full armor standing in the courtyard, staring at her husband with wide eyes.

Creevey smiled bitterly and said, "Liresa, calm down first, the king said that next week will be the ceremony for King Dath'Rema, and you have never participated in a large-scale event as the new Ranger General. So just take advantage of this opportunity Stay in Silvermoon City and enjoy the grand ceremony held every ten years."

"How did I hear that the parliament suggested to the king to let us stay? Aren't they worried about problems at the southern border?" Li Reisa asked back.

"No, His Majesty the King just issued an order without explaining it to me."

Aristophanes understood what was going on, walked up to the two with a smile, reached out and took the weapon from Liresa's back, and said, "It's okay, mother, don't worry, the troops in the Farstrider Fortress are guarding Zul'Aman. , they must not be able to make any big waves. It just so happens that Aurelia and the younger sister are coming soon, and Silvermoon City must be very lively on the day of the festival, and our family will have a good time here."

Seeing the gentle smile of her adopted son, Li Reza glared at Creevey angrily, turned her head and walked back into the room, while the three of Aristophanes laughed lightly.

"The trolls have been suppressed in Zul'Aman and dare not come out, and the barrier of Bandinor is gradually expanding, and there is almost no pressure on the front line. Therefore, the king has absolutely no reason to refute General Ranger to stay in the name of participating in the sacrifice of the former king. On the other side of the Daywalker Manor, Fenrir explained to his allies the proposal he had submitted in the morning to hold the ceremony.

"Have our people been sent out?"

"Already on the way,

Your Excellency Fenrir," another elf replied, "With the orders of the parliament, they followed the steps planned before and directly seized control of the port. "

Fenrir nodded, and drank with everyone again, but they didn't notice the green light flowing from his eyes.

Soon His Majesty the King made a decision to hold a large-scale celebration, and the elves in Silvermoon City seized the time to start preparations.

In the tavern, drunken elves discussed the decision loudly.

"Hey, have you heard? This is a suggestion from Senator Fenrir to His Majesty the King. He said that although King Dath'Rema has passed away for thousands of years, his spirit still remains in our hearts. Great ceremony!" said an elf.

Another elf retorted: "I heard that the parliament was very dissatisfied with Speaker Belovar in private, and that's why he recommended Councilor Fenrir to go over the speaker and propose to the king to test Master Belovar!"

However, the various rumors circulating in the streets and alleys of Silvermoon City did not stop the pace of the festival. In just one week, countless drinks, food, and fireworks were transported into the city, and the elves and nobles in the city even started carnival early.

In the Windrunner's residence in Silvermoon City, a blond-haired, well-built elf ranger walked through the corridor and entered the room. On the wall directly opposite was a huge map of Silvermoon City, on which several locations were marked with red pushpins.

"Aristophanes, what are you doing?" she asked the elf who was standing in front of the wall thinking.

"You're here, Alleria," the Elf mage shifted his attention from the parchment in his hand, "I'm not doing anything, I'm just summarizing the information I've collected recently. I've been feeling uneasy for the past two days. It feels like there might be a big mess during this festival."

"This is Silvermoon City, Aristophanes," Alleria laughed dumbly, "Not to mention anything else, the masters of the towers in this festival alone will not let things happen here, let alone There are various guard troops blessed by the Sunwell, I don’t think even giant dragons dare to come to Silvermoon City to play wild!”

Aristophanes was obviously not persuaded by the rhetoric, he looked up at the few points he had marked on the map.

"Okay, even if something happens, it's not your turn to worry." Alleria stepped aside, poured two glasses of Golden Sunshine, and handed one to Aristophanes.

Looking at the golden-yellow wine and the blue eyes of elves around him, he let out a sigh of relief: "You mean, the sky is falling and there is a tall man holding it up, and Belovar and the king are both in Silvermoon City. Come to me, a little mage, to worry about it."

"Really, relax." Alleria said with a smile.

"Where did you go today?" asked Aristophanes.

"Oh, Vereesa wants the Dawnblade jewelry. Today I took my mother to accompany her to have a look, and I placed an order for a necklace by the way."

Aristophanes asked curiously, "What necklace?"

"I won't tell you. I'll show you when it's ready." Alleria blinked.

"Okay," the elf mage shrugged, "It's getting late, let's go eat."

The two walked out of the house talking and laughing, and the thumbtacks on the wall glowed ominously red in the setting sun, as if to foretell what was to come.

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The night before the celebration, Daywalker Manor.

"How are our people preparing?" the elf with his hands behind his back asked the family members standing at the door.

"Patriarch, thanks to your suggestion, the weapons and magic items we prepared have been successfully transported into the city with the help of wine, and have been distributed smoothly."

"Very good, Jaymes," Fenrir said, "So, Dylan, what happened to the team going to the port of Windrunner Village?"

A thief-like elf came out of the shadows: "It has been successfully disposed of and disguised as the scene where the ranger killed the farstrider. My lord, according to the time, the congressmen should have received the news that the ambassador was killed tonight."

"Heh, a bunch of trash." Fenrir sneered, "I don't care about them, have you arranged your team yet?"

"Yes, my lord, two hundred thieves have sneaked into Silvermoon City. Tomorrow they will appear at the key nodes you arranged to destroy the protective circle of Silvermoon City."

Looking at the leader of the thieves with green light in front of him, Fenrir closed his eyes and made a rough calculation in his mind: "That means there are more than a thousand of us in Silvermoon City now?"

"Yes, exactly one thousand two hundred and fifty-six, my lord."

"Tomorrow night at 8 o'clock is the time for the king to speak, so the action time is set at 8:05 according to the scheduled plan. Once you succeed, you will replace the current high-ranking families and become the rulers of the new country!"

"Are those his own words, Abbas?" Anasterian asked his intelligence chief.

"Yes Your Majesty, and we have also identified where his men are hiding."

"What a Fenrir," Anasteria said angrily, pinching the glass in his hand, "This is my father's ceremony, how dare he, how dare he!"

But soon he calmed down and began to issue orders:

"Abbas!"

"exist!"

"Lead your men to closely monitor the thieves who sneak into Silvermoon City! Once they make a move, they will be shot!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Salorian!"

"arrive!"

"You lead the lawbreakers and guards, and keep an eye on those 'wine merchants'. You have the right to kill them freely. Everything is based on the safety of Silvermoon City!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"I want to see what Fenrir you use to subvert the kingdom?!"