Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Two years later, in the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, the Farstrider camp, the No. 3 agricultural experimental field.

"Miss Milune, please release some power of nature to the seeds here."

"Okay, Frewin."

The Dryad standing on the edge of the field stretched out her hand, and clusters of green natural energy flew out of her hand and penetrated into the ground. Countless green shoots sprang out from the soil, and at the same time, small blue flowers bloomed, with flickering lights on them. With blue texture.

"Is that enough, Frewin?"

"That's enough, Miss Milune, I'm sorry to trouble you." The elf botanist looked at the land in front of him happily, and hurriedly replied.

At this time, some butterflies were attracted by the flowers and fluttered gracefully during the period, and her eyes were also attracted by some small animals attracted by natural energy.

Milune held up a cute bird to her eyes, and touched it lightly with her nose.

It climbed over her shoulders and disappeared into green hair. After a while, the little blue and green bird crawled out of the top of her head, and Mylune smiled lovingly.

"Mylune!"

At this time, a shout came from a distance, and Milune turned around, looking at the elf who was walking towards her.

"Miss Sylvanas, what's the matter?" Milune asked while teasing the small animals around her.

Frightened by the murderous aura of the elf ranger, some small animals trembled, but Mylune quickly calmed them down.

"Even though I've only read about it in books before, and I've seen it many times in the past two years, I'm still surprised." Cirvanas looked enviously at the small animals around Milune.

"It's all normal!" Milune slowly straightened the turquoise feathers of the little bird.

"Have you finished your work?"

"Well, it should be finished." Milune scratched her cheek.

"What should be? Frewin, is Mylune finished?"

"Ah, Miss Sylvanas, you are here!" Frewin shifted his attention away from the sprouting green shoots at this moment, and then replied, "Miss Milune's mission has been completed, the rest Just leave it to me and those apprentices."

"Let's go, Milune, we agreed last week, and I will take you to my house today."

"Ah? Okay, is your brother going with us?"

"Aristophanes? He's been with Remulos for the past few days. He seems to be developing some kind of spell. We don't care about him."

After speaking, Cirvanas pulled Milune and left the experimental field.

On the other side, Aristophanes, Farodin, and Remulos were discussing something facing a fruit grove. The turquoise fruits were dotted among the leaves, looking mysterious and beautiful.

"Farodin, the cultivation technology of the green fruit tree has been completely completed, and our understanding of Arcandor has also improved."

"That's right, thanks to the help of you and Your Excellency Remulos." Farodin sighed.

Aristophanes shook his head slightly, while Remulos casually released a rejuvenation spell on the fruit tree in front of him: "Then what are you going to do next?"

"I'm going back to Suramar," Farodin said. "The Fal'dorei became what they were after all because of me. I want to see if there is any way to restore them to how they were."

"Reversing the effects of Arcandor is not easy, Farodin."

"I'm going to try it, right?" Farodin replied with a smile, "It's you, I heard that Silvermoon City is very dissatisfied with your association with us people, and thinks you betrayed them!"

"Tsk, don't worry about them," Aristophanes waved his hand. "It's just a bunch of jumping clowns. If they dare to provoke me, be prepared to never return."

"Okay, anyway, as long as you know it in your heart, let's go, go back and pack up and I'll set off."

Aristophanes and Remulos nodded, and the three turned and walked towards the fortress.

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It's Landing Day again,

The Farstrider Fortress routine began to celebrate, but this time there were many "non-staff personnel."

"Aristophanes, here we come, Your Excellency Remulos, hello."

"Hello, Sylvanas Windrunner. My Lune, my sister, how are you doing? Are you struggling?"

Milune glanced at Aristophanes shyly, shook her head and answered Remulos' question: "Remulos, I'm fine, Sylvanas and Frewin are taking good care of me, the environment here Great too, especially the deer and the beautiful birds."

"Okay, Remulos, how long have you all been here, why are you still worried that I will arrange inappropriate jobs for you?" Then he turned his head and arranged a person and a dryad to sit on the grass behind him, on which there was already a A red and white tablecloth.

They chatted and watched, and after a while more and more elves appeared on the grass in front of them, most of them were rangers stationed in the fortress and farmers in the fields to the north. fireworks.

At the same time, the other forest guardians and dryads led by Remulos were sitting with Frewin and other agricultural experts and apprentices, chatting and eating.

"I don't know what's going on with Farodin." Remulos took a bite of the fruit in his hand and sighed as he looked at the setting sun, "Time flies so fast, he's gone for three or four years. "

"It shouldn't be a big problem. He contacted Talisa. According to the letter sent to me by the chief arcanist** Rodin is now working with the botanist Tel'arn in Suramar to study Arcandor. Some fantastic results have been produced.”

Remulos nodded: "Farodin is a very thoughtful druid, maybe he can't match Malfurion and Fandral in terms of spellcasting, but his understanding of the role of natural energy in plant growth He is even higher than those two arch druids."

Mylune was teasing the uninvited animals, while Cirvanas was listening to the conversation between Aristophanes and Remulos with great interest, but soon they chatted beyond Beyond the Ranger's understanding.

"If you want to balance natural energy and arcane energy, you must find a suitable life essence and infuse it into Arcandor's body during its growth. But in Azeroth, unless you can enter the emerald Dreamland, otherwise it would be impossible to find a suitable essence.”

After so many years of research, Aristophanes also understood that his idea of ​​opportunistically using natural magic to replace the essence of life was incorrect. If he wanted to successfully grow Alcandor, he had to think of other ways.

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry anyway," Aristophanes held a transparent crystal cup, the purple liquor was illuminated by the fireworks blooming in the sky, and Mylune and Cirvanas cheered from behind the sound of.

He smiled and relaxed, enjoying the bright fireworks with everyone.

At this time, Anasteria was staying alone on the Isle of Quel'Danas, facing the sunwell with surging magic power, silently absorbing the pure magic power that escaped from it.

"Phew, it's finally cleared up." His Majesty the King slowly opened his eyes, and the blue arcane fire was burning in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, it's almost time." Salorian walked in with Quel Sela on his back.

Anasterian nodded, supported the Flame Strike on his waist with one hand, took the manuscript handed to him by Salorian with the other, and walked out of the hall.

Thalorian followed closely behind.

The two returned to Silvermoon City through the teleportation array. After reading out their words of blessing at the Tower of Sunfury, the grand celebration officially kicked off.

Looking at the parade in front of him and the smiling faces of the elves celebrating, Anasteria sighed, "What a wonderful life this is, Thalorian."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Anasteria stared blankly at the fireworks, and the elf team shouted in the air. He seemed to be infected by the atmosphere, and his face became more determined. He clenched his fists: "For Quel'Thalas!"