Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

On the other side, Aristophanes is discussing the next matters with the person in charge here in Eresalas.

"My lord, are we really giving up here so easily?" the elf opposite Aristophanes asked hesitantly.

The elf mage played with an inconspicuous dingy stone: "Yes, Tygas, we have expanded too fast, so we need to restrain ourselves now."

The elf named Taigas Yanblade could only nod helplessly.

"You don't have to worry too much. Sooner or later, these Kaldorei will ask us to help them."

"My lord, someone is looking for you!" At this moment, a guard reported to the two outside the door.

"My lord, then I'll sort out the information and arrange tasks first." Tygas saluted Aristophanes and followed the guard out of the Quel'Thalas-style stone house. Tali Sa walked in.

"What's the matter, Talisa, is there any news from Suramar City?"

Talisa shook her head: "I'm here to find you, Aristophanes."

"Okay, I'm going to the library in Eresalas now, and we'll talk as we walk."

They went deep into this dilapidated city along the main road. Quel'dorei and Kadorei clearly occupied the intact buildings on both sides of the road, and replaced them with their own style of decoration: gold and red on one side , purple and green on one side.

"Aristophanes, are you really planning to evacuate here?"

Looking at the tall and strong night elves with slender ears and various tattoos around their eyes, as well as the large and small treants in the camp, Aristophanes shook his head: "No way, Talisa, you saw it too, here After all, it is too close to Mount Hyjal, which is the lair of the Kaldorei, and Nordrassil, the world tree, is in the high mountains to the north."

But then Aristophanes changed the subject: "I will reduce the size of the camp here, but I will not cancel it directly. At least one fully functional small camp will be retained. This is also the result of my discussion with Shandris Yuyue. .In fact, I also suggest that you can leave a semi-permanent camp here for easy contact."

"This is not a decision I can make, Aristophanes, but I can report to Elisande. I don't think she will refuse this proposal."

Soon they came to the Syndra library in the depths of Eresalas. Most of the bookshelves that were full in the past have been emptied.

Some were brought to the Tower of the Farstrider by Aristophanes to enrich his library, and some were taken away by Master Syndra led by Mordant Eternal Shadow.

"Is this the place where the Syndra mages once fought?"

"Modant told me that this was built by a hidden faction of night elf mages to protect Queen Azshara's most precious mysterious tome." Aristophanes walked to a bookshelf and reached for a copy. The book with a light yellow magical aura was handed over to Talisa.

"This is?" Talisa looked at the ancient elven text on the cover, and asked in surprise: "On the Flow of Time and Arcane Magic, isn't this the work of Queen Azshara? The entire city of Suramar has only Lord Elisande has a transcript."

She raised her head and looked carefully at the remaining books on the bookshelf, and found that there were all kinds of orphan books and academic works on them.

""Control the Arcane, Instead of Being Controlled by the Arcane", "The Change of the Arcane", "Evocation? Conjuration? I want them all!", Aristophanes, these..."

"Yes, Talisa, these books are the ones left by Syndra and I. Of course, the purpose of my visit this time is to vacate this place and build a new large library in the Tower of the Far Traveler .”

Talyssa's eyes suddenly brightened: "Let me help you, Aristophanes, as long as you let me visit your library."

Looking at the agitated chief arcanist in front of him, Aristophanes smiled and nodded in agreement with her request.

Two days later, Quel'Thalas' camp in Elre'Thalas.

"This is the last batch of materials and books, Master Aristophanes." Tygas Flameblade said to Aristophanes who was standing in front of the portal, looking at the sheepskin scroll in his hand.

The elf mage nodded: "Then what about our scouts scattered in the northern continent? Have they all withdrawn?"

"Except for the two ranger teams in the northwest, everyone else has arrived at the camp... Ah, my lord, they are back too!"

Aristophanes turned his head and saw two teams of Quel'Thalas rangers appearing on the outskirts of the ruins of Eldre'Thalas, and hurried towards his position.

After all the people were gathered, Aristophanes arranged for the elves of Quel'Thalas to quickly return to the Farstrider's territory through the portal, while he himself led a small group of elves who stayed behind to inspect the small semi-permanent Various enchantments of the camp.

"Tygas, for the record, the defensive circle here, there, and there needs to be adjusted."

"Yes, my lord."

"In addition, record the work of those of you left behind: maintain the magic circle, purchase raw materials such as rare ores and plants, and try not to conflict with the Kaldorei; but once there is a conflict, the first priority is to protect yourself, understand?"

"Yes, my lord! What about our rotation time?"

"Your rotation time is ten years. At that time, I will arrange other people to replace you, or if you want to settle here, I can also arrange for your family members to come over."

"No need, my lord." Taigas said, "If it is fifty years or one hundred years, we may still need the company of our family, but ten years, it is completely unnecessary."

Aristophanes nodded to show that he understood.

On the other side, Tyrande also led the druids and the sons of Cenarius to Eresalas.

"You said that Aristophanes has arranged for the evacuation of the rangers of Quel'Thalas?" Tyrande frowned after hearing Shandris' words.

"Yes, High Priest," Shandris Feather replied respectfully, "and they also narrowed down the scope of their camp, leaving only a teleportation hall and a few repaired houses around it, and the rest Give it all up."

"Well, yes, I see." Tyrande caressed Ash'ara beside him, and looked up at the Quel'Thalas camp on the other side of the road, which was shrouded in an enchantment.

"What else did he tell you?"

"He said that the druids are stubborn and arrogant. He also said that Elesalas can be handed over to our Kaldorei to manage, but he will not give up the camp in the southernmost Un'Goro Crater."

Without waiting for the druid to get angry, Tyrande hurriedly continued to ask: "So the envoys of Suramar live on the opposite side?"

"Yes, Your Excellency the High Priest." Another elf guard said at this time, and Tyrande recognized that it was her appointed camp commander Alice Raincaller, "It is difficult for our clansmen stationed here to accept that Strong arcane atmosphere, so they can only be allowed to live in the camp opposite, the group of Quel'dorei."

When it came to arcane art, Tyrande found that the night elves around her had various complex negative emotions on their faces: puzzlement, disgust, anger, and staying away from them. Even Mordant, who was standing beside her, felt a trace of uneasy.

"Okay, I got it. Shandris, you go and inform the envoys that the talks will officially start tomorrow. In addition, if Aristophanes is still there, tell him that I invite him to have dinner together in the evening."

Shandris Yuyue agreed and walked out quickly.

"Tyrande, who is that Aristophanes? How could he say that about us?" A druid stood up angrily and asked.

Tyrande frowned, and when Shandris said Aristophanes' evaluation of the druid, she knew that she was about to face some questioning.

"He is... Forget it. When Shandris comes back, you can ask her directly. I advise you not to trouble him. Even Fandral can't beat him." Tyrande said without looking at the crowd, Standing up and walking out of the hall, the huge white leopard got up from the ground, stretched its waist and followed behind her silently.

All the druids looked at each other and watched Tyrande leave.