Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

The rest of the journey was peaceful, not to mention trolls, and even wild beasts were rarely encountered.

When they saw the camp, Taranas and the others finally relaxed their tense nerves and let out a sigh of relief.

"It's finally here, Aristophanes!" Taranas said with emotion, "Thanks to you, otherwise there would be many moths along the way."

"This is where I will be stationed in the future!" Aristophanes thought while looking at the surrounding environment curiously.

This is the location of the later generations of the Far Traveler camp. The tall white pointed stone tower has not yet been built. In the camp, there are only a few large and small wooden huts surrounding a stone building in the middle.

The western side of the camp leans against a group of hills where the tombs of the Zul'Aman trolls are located.

To the north is Lake Erendal, and the Tower of Morningstar, which faces it across the lake in later generations, has no shadow at the moment.

The south faces the trolls in Zul'Aman. Although they still haven't come out from the shadow of the defeat in the last war, they have a tendency to invade outside.

Ordinary rangers live in the surrounding wooden houses, and the camp is surrounded by wooden fences on three sides, which looks very simple.

"Why aren't permanent fortifications built here?" Aristophanes asked Taranas.

"Although this place is very close to Zul'Aman, trolls have never attacked here for more than a hundred years." Taranas said, "Another reason is that Silvermoon City is too far away, and there are no properties like this. In places where there is no magic leylines, the master mages of the parliament will not allocate funds to develop here."

Aristophanes continued to look around without speaking.

"Okay, take it easy. The rangers who stayed behind are here, let's go and meet them."

Then he followed Taranas to two elves emerging from the stone hut.

"Sinu a'manore, long time no see, Taranas." The male elf who came out said to Taranas.

"Long time no see, Adrian, and Heather." The three hugged each other, and Taranas continued, "Come on, let me introduce you two. This is Aristophane Windrunner, who is stationed this time. The Sorcerer, the younger generation of our family; Aristophanes, this is Adrian Dawnwalker and Heather Nova, my old friends, and the Ranger Chief and Sorcerer who were stationed here before."

"Anu belore 'na, hello." Aristophanes gave a mage salute.

"Hello," Adrian and Heather replied, and then Adrian said, "Come with me, there are veterans with us outside, don't worry about those recruits."

Then the two followed Adrian into the stone house.

The inside of the house is as simple as the outside. There is a map on the stone table in the middle hall, some magic lighting torches are stuck on the wall, and two bows that are old but still clean are hung, and the handles are very worn. Smooth, it should be the weapon of Adrian and Arthur.

"The conditions are poor, let's drink some water first." Adrian pulled the two of them to sit down beside the stone table, and poured them two glasses of water, "I heard that you were attacked by trolls on the way here? "

"Yes." Taranas picked up the water glass and drank it down. "It's just that thanks to Aristophanes' spell, we didn't suffer too much loss."

"It seems that the troll has really recovered." Adrian frowned.

"Do you have any news here?"

"Since last year, our rangers have been disappearing and dying in this jungle, and the logistics team has been attacked by scattered trolls. I was not sure before, but according to your information, it can be inferred that there is a small troll The devil is attacking us."

"It should be the troll who shouted that day." Aristophanes interjected.

"It's hard to say, we haven't captured any trolls,

So there is no useful information, but their activity is already obvious. Without further ado, I need to return to Silvermoon City to report to the king. "

"Are you sure you can see the king?" Taranas also frowned, "You won't be able to pass the parliament."

"Always try. We all know the fertility and growth rate of trolls. If you let them go, you will be in big trouble. I will go through the handover procedures with you later." After speaking, Adrian stood up and walked into the room. In the next room, materials and documents began to be organized.

"He's been like this all the time, don't worry about him." Heather said in a timely manner, "I hope you will be mentally prepared when you see the supplies later."

Taranas and Aristophanes looked at each other, not understanding what Heather meant, but it didn't take long for them to realize when Adrian showed them the list of supplies.

"Are you kidding, Adrian?!" Taranas yelled angrily, "Doesn't such a big camp even have a hundred sets of spare bowstrings and a thousand bows and arrows? And the food reserves are only enough to feed two hundred people. sky?"

"There is no way." Adrian looked bitter. "Before you came, our supply team has been attacked by trolls intermittently. We have worked hard to save food for the past ten days."

"It's okay, Taranas, the baggage we brought can last about three months." Aristophanes was very clear about the amount of baggage.

"But what about three months later?" Taranas asked back, "What if the trolls attack our logistics route again? Don't talk about escorts, recruits can't grow so fast!"

"Wait for a while, Taranas, there will be a proper way," Aristophanes comforted, "If it doesn't work, I will be the guard and escort the supplies. I also want to see if their heads are hard or mine. Meteorites are hard."

"Taranas, you don't need to be so anxious," Adrian also said, "I will definitely report the difficulties here to King Anastalia when I arrive in Silvermoon City. I believe it will improve soon."

"Oh, okay," Taranas sighed, clutching the parchment in his hand, "Then when are you going to leave?"

"Let's go early tomorrow morning. I still have a welcome party for you tonight. I still have a bottle of good moonlight wine hidden in my place."

That night, under the organization of Adrian, a huge magical fire was set up in the center of the camp. A group of elves ate barbecue, played the piano and sang around the fire, which also gave Aristophanes a lot of insight.

Early the next morning, Adrian and Heather led the veterans who had switched defenses and left quickly. Aristophanes and Taranas stood at the gate of the camp and watched them leave.

"Aristophanes, do you think he can succeed?"

"I don't know, Taranas. But based on what I saw and heard in Silvermoon City, Adrian will definitely not see His Majesty the King, but His Majesty the King will definitely know the difficulties we encountered here. The next step is the wrangling between the parliament and the king." Aristophanes said calmly, "So the next step is up to us."

"It seems that you really offended a great person in Silvermoon City, and you can be assigned to this place." Taranas patted him on the shoulder.

"Who knows, I went back to Taranas. It is stated in advance that the defense of the camp, the scope and time of daily reconnaissance and patrolling, and the plan to prevent surprise attacks, these combat matters are under your jurisdiction, and I will never interfere."

"Then what are you doing?" Taranas opened his eyes wide. It was also the first time he saw such a self-aware army mage.

"I'll find a way out for you and the rangers under him!" Aristophanes said as a matter of course, "You also heard Adrian say that the scale of the troll's attack is expanding, and I can't really rely on me to keep supporting the logistics. Escort the road!"

"Okay, okay, you can go, but don't be cowardly when the battle requires your efforts!" After leaving Silvermoon City and coming to the frontline outpost, it seemed that Taranas' nature was also released. Not so polite anymore.

"That's up to you!" After speaking, he turned around and walked back to the camp.

"Hey, you boy!"