Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Aristophanes lived in Stormwind City, and a month passed quickly, and his name gradually spread in Stormwind City. There was no other reason. The forging workshop of the Lothar family was under his guidance. , a round of technological innovation has been carried out, and the production efficiency and yield rate are significantly higher than other families.

This made the other nobles in Stormwind jealous, but there was nothing they could do.

On this day, Hans Lothar came to the Losar blacksmith shop as usual. He looked around. Compared with a month ago, the blacksmith shop at this time was in good order. Much better chaos.

"Old Creevey, how are you doing?"

"Ah, General, you are here!" A one-armed blacksmith put down his hammer after hearing Hans' call, and walked over, "The blacksmith shop has undergone technological upgrades, and its production capacity has been greatly improved compared to before. !"

Hans picked up a one-handed sword in the box, looked at his own face reflected on the smooth surface and shook his head. Then he raised his hand and found that the center of gravity of this sword was not perfect for him, but it was much more comfortable than ordinary standard swords.

"Huh?" He asked a question, then put it down and picked up the next one. According to the past practice, the two swords should be quite different, but what surprised him was that the sword in his hand was the same as the sword in his hand. There seems to be no difference between the previous handle, the position of the center of gravity and the comfort of the handle are exactly the same!

He kept taking out the sword in the box and swiping it from time to time, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"What's the matter, General?" the one-armed blacksmith asked cautiously.

Hans shook his head, then asked, "How are these swords made?"

"This is the weapon that Lord Aristophanes guided us to upgrade our technology and then made." Old Creevey replied cautiously, "These standard swords are the first batch, and some of them are still flawed, and they are going to be returned to the furnace. Remanufactured, the second batch will come out soon, and the quality is better than this batch."

Hans opened his mouth, and only then did he realize how much benefit Aristophanes had brought to his family.

"I understand, you guys do it well!"

He wanted to go back quickly and report the situation to his father. The three scrolls seemed nothing worth mentioning, and his family owed him too much!

At this time, Aristophanes was researching the scrolls in the manor. A while ago, he went to the blacksmith's shop to make some small things on a whim, and then guided the one-armed blacksmith to optimize the building process.

He didn't think too much about it, after all, it was an equivalent exchange, and he exchanged a little leftover technology for something he built.

"Tuk tuk."

"Come in," said Aristophanes when he heard a knock on the door.

"Master, this is the northern black tea that the Patriarch asked me to brew for you." The attendant lowered his head and said.

"Okay, put it aside." Aristophanes took the teacup, but at this time he quit the [Mystery Reading] state, his perception suddenly recovered, and then his face changed suddenly, and he took it out of his bag. He took out his staff and instantly activated [Energy Armor - Force Armor]. Then he hammered heavily with the staff, and an ice circle appeared in the room centered on him, and the temperature suddenly dropped.

The attendant was restrained by [Frost Nova - Rapid Freezing] released by Aristophanes before he had time to react. He had no choice but to show his original shape. The huge energy bodies that were perceived also appeared in the enchantment one after another.

Looking at the black and white dragonmen reaching to the roof in front of him, the two dragonman squads standing on the grass outside the window, and the two flying dragons, Aristophanes looked solemn, and he understood what he had encountered.

"Aristophanes Windrunner! You elf who disturbs the timeline, a creature that does not belong to Azeroth, I, Templus,

Your death sentence is pronounced here! ’ shouted the flying dragon.

Aristophanes ignored it, but a flash came to the edge of the barrier. He sensed it and found that this enchantment isolated the time and space inside and outside.

"Don't you see the pointlessness of doing this?" said Templus in the air. "Your time is up!"

Aristophanes turned around, he looked at the dragonman team in front of him, the dragonman disguised as an attendant also got rid of the control and came to the grass, the two dragonman teams immediately gathered around him, and took out the respective weapons.

"Lord of the Rift, come on, kill him!" The dragonman immediately roared and rushed towards the elf in front of him.

Aristophanes was not afraid at all, he also activated his own secret energy, and then released a spherical khaki cover to cover the charging dragonman and flying Templus.

Seeing the slow-charging dragon squad, Templus flapped his wings and tried to leave the cover, but he found that his speed was extremely slow. He felt it carefully and was shocked and angry.

"How dare you steal the power of time, you are simply seeking your own death!"

Aristophanes ignored Templus' yelling, but activated magic circles one after another, spinning and releasing the frozen balls of Frostbolt one after another into the [Time Delay] spell cover.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" With a burst of screams, the Dragonman team was hit by the frozen ball one after another, and there were large and small wounds on their bodies. What flowed out was not blood, but yellow sand.

After a while, except for the leader of the fissure lord, the remaining six dragon men lay on the ground and turned into yellow sand.

At this time, the rift lord also rushed out of the range of the spell with many scars, brandishing the double-headed halberd in his hand and roaring towards Aristophanes.

Aristophanes raised the staff in his left hand and held it horizontally with both hands, and then a half-human-high magic circle appeared in front of his eyes, and then a fiery red energy ray gushed out of it, heading straight for the rift lord.

"[Disintegration Ray - Explosion]!"

The dragon man raised the weapon in his hand to try to block the surging energy rays, but the weapon was instantly knocked away by the energy, and his huge body was gradually eroded by the energy rays.

The rift lord turned his head to look at Templus, and stretched out his hand to say something, but the red energy gradually eroded his whole body and exploded with a "boom".

And this ray, under the control of Aristophanes, flew towards Templus, whose wings were flickering in the sky.

At this time, the flying young dragon broke free from the control of the time delay spell, and was planning to use the time sand breath to attack.

It looked at the oncoming red energy ray, and could only stop the prelude to attack, leaving the attack range of the ray.

This ray hit the golden time enchantment, and golden ripples began to emit from it, and then shattered like glass.

Templus flew in the air and looked at the elf in front of him bitterly, and his figure gradually disappeared, but his hoarse voice reached Aristophanes' ears: "You are lucky this time, elf! But next time It's not a young dragon like me, a thief like you will die in our hands sooner or later!"

Then Aristophanes appeared under the dragon's belly in a flash, stretched out his staff towards Templus, a flashing arcane blade appeared above the staff, and a magic circle emerged, and then moved towards Templus, who was about to disappear. The giant dragon flew away: "[Ghost Blade - Throwing Blade]!"

"Oh!" With a scream, the dragon disappeared, and then a dragon claw fell from the air.

Aristophanes picked up the black and white dragon claw, and then looked around. At this time, except for the spoils in his hands, there was no difference between the surroundings and the Eternal Dragon.

He understands that this is the power of time, or the hourglass of time. Then he put away the dragon claw, and went back upstairs to continue studying the unidentified scrolls.

At this moment, a green-haired elf and a dwarf were chatting outside the Moon God Temple in Valshara.

"Kronom, what's wrong with you?" The elegant green long-haired elf touched the long horns on his head, then opened his sleepy eyes and asked the little dwarf who jumped up suddenly in front of him.

"Your Majesty Ysera, I feel an explosion of the power of time. It's in the southwest, and I'm going to see it!" After saying that, Chromie turned into a giant dragon, and was about to leave with her wings waving.

"Need help, Chronom?" The elf stood up.

"No need, Your Majesty, you can sleep well!" After speaking, he disappeared into the sky like an arrow from the string.

"Mother, His Royal Highness Chronom is gone?" At this moment, a ten-foot-tall animal that looked like a night elf on the upper body and a stag on the lower body walked towards the elf.

"Yes, my child, she sensed a burst of time energy in the southwest, so she rushed over." The elf looked at the adopted son in front of him, and stretched out his hands to straighten his long green moss-like hair that hung down to his shoulders, " Cenarius, take good care of this place, I'm leaving."

Cenarius lowered the head with two huge and prominent antlers so that his adoptive mother could tidy it up, and then said, "Are you going to sleep again?"

"Yes, there are some terrible things in the Emerald Dream, but I haven't found them yet, and now it's time to continue my mission." The elf sorted out the leaves and shoots on the antlers, and then returned to Cenarius. Under his gaze, he took a few steps back and turned into a huge and beautiful green dragon, with the crescent moon decoration on his forehead gleaming.

Cenarius lowered his head slightly, watching the green dragon fly north away from Val'sharah.