Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

A week later, Aristophanes and his party left Suramar through the portal and returned to Renemoville.

"Phew, I'm finally back!" Lor'themar walked out of the portal impatiently, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter, Ah Qiang? I think you're enjoying it!" Aristophanes teased standing beside him.

"Hey, spare me, Aristophanes, I'm really afraid of Talisa!"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Sylvanas stood on the other side of Lor'themar, "Thalyssar is good-looking and strong, and she is also the chief arcanist of Suramar, and she will most likely become the Shal'dorei." What are you still hesitating about, the next leader?"

Lor'themar raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and ran away, leaving only Aristophanes and Sylvanas looking at each other and laughing at the same time.

On the other side, watching the last Quel'dorei leave and the portal closed, Talisa stood there in a daze.

"Chief Arcanist, Chief Arcanist?" Fandos, the elf consultant who came to see off on behalf of Elisande, called Talisa, "What shall we do next?"

Talisa shook her head, then turned to look at the consultant beside her: "Let's go, let's report to the great magister."

In the Tower of Night, Elisande stood in front of the Nightwell and listened to their report.

"Well, I see, so do you have any opinions on the reorganization of Suramar troops?"

"Military organization?" "Adaptation?" Talisa and Vandos were stunned, they didn't expect such a sudden question from the great magister.

"Thalyssa, I think you have also seen the gap between the Shaldorei magic swordsman and the Quel'dorei ranger!"

The chief arcanist nodded, and now she understood what the great magister meant: "Do you mean to reorganize the magic swordsman team?"

"It's not just a reorganization, but more actual combat," Elisande said. "After this joint operation, I found that the magic swordsmen in Suramar lacked actual combat experience. If the Quel'Dorei hadn't reacted in time to block Given the attacks of those ghostly huntresses, how many of the magic swordsmen we went this time can survive? So I plan to send the magic swordsmen to various parts of Suramar in batches, and slowly restore our existence outside the barrier. "

"But the great magister, do we have enough magic power to support this kind of actual combat?" Fandos raised an objection.

Elisande glanced at him: "I have already reached a cooperation agreement with Aristophanes, starting from next month we will be able to get a part of the wine of Alcandor used to relieve the magic addiction, with these, we can It is time to prepare the first batch of magic swordsmen to go out for training."

Then she looked at Talisa again: "You go to Aluriel, and then compile a report on the magic swordsman team based on the experience of this trip, and hand it to me the day after tomorrow, and then you two will personally lead the first batch of reorganizations. The team headed north, and the first goal was the Crimson Woodland."

"yes!"

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About a month later, Aristophanes, who was dealing with affairs in the Fortress of the Far Travelers, suddenly received an invitation card, and he frowned as he looked at the signature on it.

"Darkan Drashiel?"

The elf mage tapped on the table lightly. This descendant was killed many times but escaped the hands of death again and again. The elf traitor who kept rebirth sent him a random invitation letter at this point in time, and the venue In Silvermoon City, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

But then he gave up thinking about it and decided to decline the invitation.

However, Aristophanes didn't expect that just as he was about to refuse, a message from Silvermoon City dispelled his idea.

"You said that the king made a secret agreement with the parliament and decided to use the opinion of an unknown elf to split up the territories of each family?" Aristophanes looked at Taranas with a confused expression.

"Strictly speaking, it is not a split, but the territories of each family are distributed to the elves who have meritorious service under them." Taranas put his hands on the table and looked up at Aristophanes, "The territory of the far traveler bear the brunt,

According to the information I got, Sylvanas, Lor'themar, Adrian, and Frewin have all been sealed. "

"Good means..." Aristophanes sighed in his heart, isn't this the alien version of the Tweet Order? To distribute the territory to these people, instead of complaining, he would be very happy. It was really a good way, but the king would never have thought that he had decided to start a new one.

"What should we do?" Taranas said worriedly, "Although those forest trolls suffered heavy losses under our suppression year after year and hid in that fortress and did not dare to come out, once the Farstrider's territory If we split up, the resources and strength we can mobilize will be greatly weakened, and there will definitely be huge loopholes in the southern blockade."

"Well, in a few days, you will go to Silvermoon City with me, and we will see what kind of medicine the king has in mind." Aristophanes said calmly.

At this time in Silvermoon City, King Anasteria was talking face to face with a red-haired elf.

"Secret Darkan, your previous proposal is very effective, and it is very useful for improving the status of the Sunstrider family. I wonder what reward you want?"

"You are overrated, Your Majesty," the elf standing opposite him saluted respectfully, "You hold the Sunwell in your hand, and wanting to weaken the families is just a flip-flop. My proposal is just icing on the cake."

Anasteria pointed to him, and then pointed to the scroll he handed in: "You are too modest, Darkan, read what you wrote!" Although with the development of the kingdom, the mage families He and the Ranger family continued to open up wasteland and expanded the land of the kingdom. However, the taxes on these lands were not paid truthfully, which was extremely detrimental to the development of the kingdom.

However, the Sunstrider family was trapped in Silvermoon City. Even though they were honored as the king, the power of the kingdom was controlled by the parliament, which was extremely detrimental to the development of the kingdom. ’ With such a penetrating analysis, it is really hard to imagine that you are not an elf born and raised in Silvermoon City. "

Anasteria paused, and then asked another question: "But I have a very curious question. Why did you suggest that I start from the Farstrider Fortress?"

"There are several reasons: first, the foundation of the Far Traveler Fortress is insufficient, the establishment time is very short and the expansion is rapid, and the personnel inside are mixed. Compared with other old families, it is easy to divide; secondly, the Far Traveler Fortress is located The front line and the middle ranks have made outstanding achievements in battle, and commendation is also due; as for the last point, that is the lord."

"Huh?" Anasteria narrowed his eyes, "How do you say that?"

"I have carefully studied the growth trajectory of this great magister, and I have to say that he is really a diligent genius," Darkan sighed, "Whether it is combat, mana, or alchemy, forging, in just three hundred years This has shocked countless elves' jaws, but he has one of his greatest weaknesses, or flaws, that is, he is too emotional, perhaps it has something to do with his background."

"Oh?"

"After all, the Windrunner family is from the ranger army. They naturally value this kind of emotion more, so this elf will not have any objection to entrusting his subordinates."

Anasteria took a deep look at him, and then said: "I see, you write your thoughts and report them to me, and if there are no accidents, I can call you Councilman Darkan next month .”

The elf showed ecstasy on his face: "Thank you, Your Majesty! I'll go right away!"

Darkan withdrew after speaking, leaving Anasteria alone to think about something.