Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Early the next morning, Hanslotha got off his duty post and led two guards straight to the golden rose.

"Oh, General Hans!" The boss saw it was Hans and greeted him warmly, "Why is it so early today? Do you want some pies? The best Alvin wild boar pies are served with fresh meat from the Northland Abbey. Milk is a perfect breakfast!"

Hanslotha waved his hand: "Don't panic, let me ask you, is there an elf living here with you?"

"Ah, yes." The boss said, "He came here yesterday evening, and he surprised us at the time. He is a real elf! By the way, there is another news that you may not know. Looking at the information registration, his surname is also Lothar!"

"Then is he in the hotel now?"

"No, he went out early in the morning. But he said let me prepare breakfast, and he will come back to eat later. You can wait for him while eating breakfast."

Hanslotha thought for a while, then nodded: "Then you can also bring me two pies and a glass of milk."

Ignoring the two guards who were still standing, he found a table at random and sat down. After a while, the pie and milk were brought up, and the golden meat pie exuded a burst of aroma, which made him move his index finger, and he started to eat it without being too hot.

When he had finished the first pie and was about to eat the second, his subordinates suddenly approached his ear: "My lord, look!"

Hans raised his head when he heard the words, and found that the innkeeper was talking with a tall elf, and pointed at himself. The elf followed his fingers and looked over, then nodded to Hans, turned around and said something to the boss, and then walked towards Hans' desk.

"Hi, I heard from the boss that you are looking for me?" Aristophanes asked looking at the human in front of him.

Hans put down the half-eaten pie, quickly wiped his mouth, and said, "Yes, my name is Hans Lothar, the current head of the Lothar family and the general of Stormwind City, you should know why I came to you, right?"

Aristophanes nodded. He had done this intentionally when he registered for entering the city. It seems that the Wrynn family still has a good grasp of the situation in Stormwind City.

He sat opposite Hans, looked at the bald man in front of him, and then said: "Sinu a'manore, my name is Aristophanes, Aristophanes Windrunner, Fadil Lothar is my father."

Hanslothar didn't believe his words easily, but asked, "Do you have anything..."

Aristophanes understood what he meant, and took out the old badge he carried with him and handed it to the human general in front of him.

Hans took it over and observed it carefully, then took out another badge from his pocket for comparison, then returned the badge to Aristophanes, stood up and saluted the elf in front of him, and said, "You Alright, my people, welcome to Stormwind City!"

Aristophanes stood up and saluted as well: "Anu belore 'na, the original sunlight guides your path."

The two then sat down again, when the boss brought up Aristophanes' breakfast: a pumpkin pie, two bunches of grapes, and a cup of hot milk.

"Try it, I believe you haven't eaten it, the pumpkin pie that is characteristic of Stormwind." Hans said while eating the leftover pie, "Why did you come to Stormwind? Quel'Thalas is not good Is it?"

Aristophanes shook his head and said while eating: "There are several reasons, one of which is to fulfill my mother's last wish and give some things to my father, but I think he should not be here."

Hans swallowed the last bite of pie, drank half a glass of milk, and then said, "Grandfather died when we first arrived here. He passed away not long after Stormwind Fortress was built, and was buried in the church. Later, speaking of it, you are still from my father's generation."

Aristophanes sighed,

He didn't speak any more, and ate in silence.

"How much is your luggage?"

"Uh, are you asking if an elf mage has a lot of luggage?" Aristophanes almost choked.

"Okay, come back with me after dinner, and go home to live." Hans said.

Aristophanes nodded, "I'll follow you after I finish eating and go get something."

Soon after he finished his meal, he left the hall and returned to his room. The innkeeper came to clear up the tableware.

"Master Hans, is he really?"

"Yes, Old York, he is indeed from the Lothar family." Hans nodded.

"Oh!" The boss opened his mouth wide and forgot to clean up. He didn't expect that the Lothar family would actually have something to do with the elves.

After Aristophanes and Hans left, the news that an elf had come to Sir Hanslothar's house quickly spread throughout the streets of Stormwind.

"You mean that Hans took that elf directly back to the Lothar's manor?" Manly Uryn, who was sitting on the king's throne in Stormwind Fortress, asked the intelligence chief in surprise.

"Yes, Your Majesty, we watched him and the elf ride into Lothar Manor."

At noon, in the small manor of the Lothar family, they were entertaining guests from afar.

An old man with white hair sat in the main seat, Hans and Aristophanes sat under the old man respectively, and the rest of the seats were occupied by other members of the Lothar family.

Father, everyone is here. Hans looked around, counted the heads and said.

The silver-haired old man nodded, raised his wine glass and said loudly: "Descendants of Thoradin, let us raise our wine glass together to welcome a family member from the north!" Goblets, Aristophanes is no exception.

"This family is the child of Fadir Lothar, our ancestor who led us southward. He has lived in Quel'Thalas before, and was raised by his mother's people. Come, Aristophanes, let us drink this cup to the full. , welcome to come!"

After speaking, he took the lead in drinking the wine in his hand, and Aristophanes and Hans also drank it down in one gulp.

Afterwards, the atmosphere at the table became lively. The old man dragged Aristophanes to talk to him non-stop, and recommended him the delicacies on the table, while Hans nodded frequently beside him.

At the end of the table, a man and a woman are whispering:

"Elf? Our old grandfather is really powerful."

"Who said it wasn't? Before he kept saying that he had heirs in the north, we didn't believe it. Now it seems..." The girl curled her lips, "I don't know what he used to attract the elves."

The luncheon ended quickly, and the old man personally led Aristophanes to the study, and let Hans go with him.

"Fadil is my uncle and also Hans' great grandfather. Before he left, he kept saying that he was sorry for her, and we never found out who she was." The old man said with emotion.

Aristophanes was silent. To be honest, he didn't have any feelings for this father he had never met. He only came here to fulfill Anna Windrunner's last wish, but after listening to the old man's words, he could understand Fadil's approach Feelings before death.

"Hey, I'm getting old, so I won't talk about this anymore. But remember, Aristophanes, you always have the blood of Emperor Thoradin in you, and you are also a member of the Lothar family. We will always be your strong backing."

Aristophanes nodded, then seemed to remember something, reached out his hand and took out the opened magic treasure box from his bag.

"This is?" The old man and Hans looked at the precious treasure box suspiciously.

"This is something I dug out from the underground secret room of the old house in Stromgarde Losar. I don't know why my father didn't choose to take it away, but now it is returned to the original owner."

Hans opened the treasure box, looked at the ring and necklace inside, and froze in place.

The old man stood up and was also a little surprised when he saw the two accessories, but he calmed down quickly.

"Thank you, Aristophanes. This is something handed down by Emperor Thoradin. It proves the friendship between elves and humans. They are also the tokens of the patriarch of the Lothar family. To women, but we haven't seen each other for a long time." The old man said, "What do you want in return?"

"No need, this can be regarded as a meeting gift for my family from Lothar, who is living outside."

"That's not okay, let me think about it, you are a mage now, right?" The old man thought for a while, and then said: "Hans, go to the secret library and get the scroll of the third series."

Hans nodded, and soon he came to the study with three scrolls in his arms.

"Aristophanes, don't rush to refuse. These three scrolls are written by an elf mage named Metri, which describes how to summon a very powerful energy entity. But we are all warriors, no mages , It’s useless to keep it, so I’ll leave it to you.”

Aristophanes immediately understood what the scroll described, he nodded and took the scroll.