Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Burning flames lit up the camp, and from time to time rangers walked by with captured trolls.

"Aristophanes, how are you?" Alleria said while sitting with Aristophanes, looking at the burning bonfire.

"I was a little out of strength just now, and I'm fine now, and I don't know how Taranas and the others are doing."

"It's just a few scattered trolls. They brought a large army and they didn't go after them alone. It must be fine." Alleria comforted.

At this moment, Kael'thas came to them, and Aristophanes and Alleria stood up: "Your Highness."

"It's okay, take it easy." Kael'thas motioned the two to sit down, then turned his head and asked Aristophanes, "I saw your spell today. It's very powerful. Did you develop it yourself?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Aristophanes replied.

"No wonder my father looks at you with admiration." Kael'thas muttered to himself, thinking of the plight of the kingdom that Anasteria had told him, "This magic talent alone deserves the attention of the kingdom, but..."

Aristophanes and Alleria had sharp ears, and they heard Kael'thas talking to himself.

Although they were surprised by the reason for His Royal Highness's change of attitude, they still didn't say much.

"Oh, by the way, your rewards will come down after a while, and there will be a grand celebration in Silvermoon City, so prepare well." Kael'thas stood up and said before leaving: "Aristophanes Windrunner, work hard for the kingdom, you will face more challenges in the future."

Aristophanes smiled and shook his head, but said nothing. Of course he understood the challenges he would face in the future, and those terrifying existences didn't just come from Quel'Thalas.

After Kael'thas left, Creevey Windrunner appeared in front of them.

"Aristophanes, you really gave me quite a surprise!" Creevey Windrunner said to him, "Your Highness just told me that the spell you developed already allows you to reserve a seat in the parliament. "

Aristophanes was silent for a while, then shook his head: "I feel that I have entered a bottleneck period, so I plan to go out for a while, so..."

"Really? Where are you going?"

"Let's go to the human kingdom in the south first. I'm curious about Dalaran, where Prince Kael'thas once stayed."

"Since you have made up your mind, do it. It just so happens that the king intends to let me enter Silvermoon City, so you are free!" Creevey Windrunner said with a smile.

"Ah? What about the commander of the ranger?" Alleria asked quickly.

"As I said in the letter to His Majesty the King, the west of Taquilin will be handed over to your mother, Liresa, and the east will be the defense zone of Taranas. As for you and Sylvanas who are about to enlist in the army, you choose to serve place!"

Alleria nodded, and at this moment Creevey said again: "It just so happens that the war here is over, you can go home and have a look after cleaning up! Especially you, Aristophanes, your adoptive mother misses you very much Woolen cloth!"

Aristophanes readily agreed, and it happened that he was also a little tired, and it would be nice to go back to Fengxing Village to rest before leaving Quel'Thalas.

In the huge tent, Kael'thas was immersed in writing the report. At this time, Cahill's light blade walked in: "Your Highness, are you looking for me?"

Kael'thas stopped writing, picked up a sealed scroll and a phoenix badge on the table and handed them to Cahill: "Take this and hurry to the Temple of the Sun, and then use the portal to go to Silvermoon City, Pass the news of victory to my father. The badge is my proof! Go and come back, I still need your help here!"

"Obey, Your Highness, I'll go right away!" The elf mage walked out of the tent after speaking.

At this time, in the jungle to the east of the camp, Vorgas and the broken-armed Muriel joined together,

The two looked at the remaining subordinates, smiled wryly and shook their heads.

"Are there only so many people left?" Muriel asked bitterly.

"There should be other trolls running into the forest, it's just..."

"Captain, my lord priest, those long ears are coming!" At this moment, a troll scout who had been scouting from behind ran up to them.

"Oh, it seems that they really want to kill us all!" Vorgas clenched the spear in his hand.

"Continue to move forward, and we will soon reach the area we are familiar with." Muriel comforted Vorgas with his remaining arm: "If they continue to pursue, we will give them a hard time!"

After speaking, he turned his head and disappeared into the woods first, followed by Vargas. After so many things, he has grown a lot.

Soon, Taranas and Lor'themar Theron appeared in the clearing where the troll had been.

"Still chasing?" Lor'themar Theron asked.

"We will return after another half an hour." Taranas looked at the surrounding environment, and then said, "Next is the troll's home field, we have to be more careful!"

After speaking, they led the Ranger Ranger and disappeared into the jungle.

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Cahill's light blade had already appeared on the Tower of Sunfury at this time, and his rapid breathing had not yet calmed down.

"So you have defeated the troll by attacking it from three sides?" Anasteria asked while watching.

"Yes, Your Majesty the King!" Cahill Guangblade calmed down and recounted what he had seen and heard on the battlefield.

At the end, he said: "Thanks to His Highness the prince's surprise attack on the Temple of the Sun, otherwise we will have a stalemate with the troll for a while."

Anasterian nodded. He was very satisfied with Kael'thas' performance. If there were any flaws, killing that Elton mage was too hasty, but it was a good way to assert his prestige.

"Is there anything else you want to report?"

Cahill thought for a while, and then said cautiously: "The Farstriders have put in a lot of effort. They are well-equipped, their morale is high, and their fighting skills are superb. Especially their mage leader, Aristophanes Windrunner , Your Majesty, this young elf plays a huge role on the battlefield."

Anasterian also saw Kael'thas' evaluation and knew that the Farstriders were a strong army and Aristophanes was an excellent arcanist.

"Okay, go down and rest first! I'll rush over tomorrow morning!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

In the depths of Zul'Aman, on a large altar.

A tall white-haired troll was practicing martial arts when a letter eagle suddenly appeared above his head, then swooped down and stopped in front of him.

The troll stopped his movements, then removed the letter from the letter eagle's foot, opened it and read it.

"Oh, is it still a failure?" The troll shook his head, clutching the letter tightly, "It's not the time, it's not the time..."