Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

In the trial court, McGuire looked at the dark figure at the door and stopped the spell in his hand. Although there are various constant temperature formations here, sweat the size of a bean still drips from his forehead.

And Aristophane stepped into the darkened hall, and he saw Alleria lying limp in the chair at a glance.

In an instant, all the elves in the hall felt suffocated, the magic in the air became extremely irritable, and even the magic in the body began to be out of control.

"You're here, Aristophanes, they want..." Alleria said while leaning on the chair to get up, but failed.

"I'm here, sister, don't worry, everything has me." Aristophane came to Aurelia, first took out a bottle of shining yellow potion and fed her to drink it until she turned ruddy. Later, he summoned an arcane elemental creature, took out a strange saddle from his backpack and tied it to the element's body, carefully picked up the female ranger and put her on it.

"You go back to Farstrider Square first, and leave the rest to me."

"Be careful, Aristophanes, we are still the royal family after all." Alleria said weakly.

The elf mage nodded, and then shot a magic circle into the arcane element. The purple shield immediately surrounded them, and then the elemental creature turned and floated outside the door, sprinkling some purple star spots.

The elves watched Alleria leave the hall, but they were helpless.

"President Quincy, I have some questions to ask you." Aristophane turned around, a heart-palpitating red light in his eyes.

"Aristophane Windrunner, this is the Tower of Judgment in the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas! I am the 254th Presiding Judge Quincy Dasselar!" The presiding judge struggled for a while and simply cancelled. The spell covering the face revealed his face and said loudly, "What do you want to do when you release the suspect Alleria Windrunner? Are you betraying the kingdom?"

"Treason? Hehe," Aristophane raised his head and sneered. "Who allowed you to speak to a master like this?"

He raised his hand, and the elves felt that the restless magic in the air suddenly stopped. However, before they were not happy, the elven mage in the middle of the field turned his hand over, and a huge blue circle appeared in the crowd. Above.

"Aristophane, how dare you release spells in such a sacred hall!" Quincy Dasselar had just straightened out the magic power that ran away in his body, and saw the magic circle above his head flashing and spinning, and flashes of lightning began. Scurrying in the circle.

"Didn't you learn this from you?" The wizard mage wrinkled his nose, with a hint of sarcasm on his face. "There are all kinds of stinking magic remnants here. I will help you clean it up, don't worry."

The presiding judge felt his hairs start to stand up, he turned his head to look at the elves beside him, and found that some strands of their drooping hair began to float upwards, his face changed suddenly, and he quickly released the magic shield instead of reminding others. .

With a "crack", a bolt of lightning struck the chair beside Aristophane, and then a rain of lightning fell from the sky, and bursts of screams reached the ears of the chief judge.

Seeing the electric current hitting his shield, as well as the judges who fell to the ground and howling and a small group of elves hiding in the shield, Quincy swallowed and looked at the center of the field in awe. Wizard mage.

Although Quincy himself is also a top magister, and according to the successful experience of other elves, he completes this term, and then gradually absorbs the magic power of the three hundred years of Sunwell in Silvermoon City, and it will logically break through the current realm. Become an extremely noble Grand Magister even in Quel'Thalas.

But now looking at the elf in front of him, he felt that he had lived on the lynx at home for about two thousand years.

According to the information, the elves in front of them are not even a thousand years old, and have basically not stayed in Silvermoon City. It can be said that they have never bathed in the brilliance of the sun well, but they have spent much less than all the elves. He became a great magister early.

Quincy shook his head, throwing away the distracting thoughts in his mind, he hid in the magic shield and asked the elf loudly, "What do you want to do?"

Perhaps Aristophane didn't hear him, or didn't want to ignore him at all, letting the question drown in the crackling sound of electricity.

He increased the output of magic power, and Quincy watched the lightning from the beginning into a white line connecting the ground and the magic circle. Under the control of Aristophanes, the white thread "rolled" the standing elves one by one. Few elves' shields could support the second lightning attack.

Soon all the elves in the venue fell to the ground and made various groans, and their bodies shook and twitched from time to time. Only Quincy and McGuire beside him faced the lightning and thunder in the hall.

Quincy is okay. McGuire shivered at this moment, holding an unusually expensive staff in both hands. The eggshell-shaped purple arcane shield flashed and dimmed, as if it would disappear into the air in the next second. in.

At this moment, an elf wearing red armor and carrying a huge one-handed sword led a small group of lawbreakers into the hall.

"Your Excellency Aristophane Windrunner, please stop, I have brought a message from His Majesty the King." Quincy Dasselaar recognized that it was Salorian Dawnseeker, and let out a sigh, looking like he was No need to be struck by lightning.

The wizard mage waved his hand when he heard the words, the lightning stopped falling, but gradually reconciled above the magic circle at the top of the hall, mimicking it into a silver-white lightning phoenix.

"Salorian, catch him!" Suddenly McGuire yelled loudly, his expression flushed, and his expression flushed. "You have also seen that this man deliberately attacked the court and let our suspect go away. See that he is behind the attack on His Royal Highness!"

Quincy almost yelled at him and hurried away from the junior of the Dawn Blade family. Salorian was stunned. Aristophane reacted more quickly. The phoenix made of lightning in the sky screamed up to the sky and rushed directly. McGuire yelled.

Salorian's complexion changed drastically, and he jumped in front of McGuire with a sword in one hand and tried his best to block the Phoenix's attack.

"Get out of the way, Salorian, you know why I am here." Aristophane's voice echoed in the hall.

"Sorry, Lord Aristophane, but forgive me for not being obliged." Salorian said firmly, "Your Majesty’s message says..."

"I'll say it again, get away!" Aristophane simply held the magic sword around his waist and pointed it at Salorian this time. The magic circle at the top began to rotate again, and the lightning began to gather again, mimicking, and this time appeared. Three lightning phoenixes hovered in the hall, putting tremendous pressure on Salorian, Quincy and others.

Salorian took a deep breath and held Quel'Dela with both hands. Then the lawbreakers he had brought scattered around and surrounded Aristophanes. Quincy stood beside him and took out A slightly simple staff, with an arcane crystal the size of a baby's head inlaid on the head of the staff, and McGuire stood on his other side with a proud expression.

"Please forgive me for being rude, Lord Aristophanes, the lawbreakers, do it!" After Salorian finished speaking, the lawbreakers immediately took out the runestones with carved runes~www.ltnovel.com~ On the ground, a thin gray barrier engulfed Aristophane, only isolating the three of Salorian.

Aristophane manipulated the Phoenix to rush towards the barrier, but the lightning was instantly swallowed by the gray barrier, and the magical energy was also disconnected from Aristophane. This was the case for three in a row. He frowned and looked at it. The enchantment looked at his left hand again, and then cancelled the magic circle in the sky.

"This is the forbidden enchantment developed by Speaker Belovar based on Bandinor's reverse. It is difficult for even the master to get rid of its control. Stop your spells, Lord Aristophanes." Salorian's The voice sounded at the right time, and the magic-breakers in the enchantment also took off their double-headed swords and shields and approached the elves in the middle of the field. "Your Majesty has understood the situation. He will not take any action against you, as long as you Just go to the Tower of Sunfury with us and explain everything clearly."

"How can this be done? He is the criminal who attacked Prince Kael'thas..." McGuire stepped forward and said anxiously.

But Salorian turned his head and glared at him: "Shut up, no matter how much you dare to talk nonsense, no one can keep you!"

The judge's face flushed red, looking at Salorian and the elves in the enchantment, his power could only retreat behind Salorian.