Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Outside Stormwind, Lothar Family Manor.

　　 "Leiner, what are you looking at?" A woman walked through the corridor and saw her child looking up at the portrait on the wall.

　　 "Oh, mother, I'm wondering who the person in this painting is? Why do they hang with my grandfather?" The little boy pointed to a figure on the wall and said.

The woman followed his fingers and found that there was an elf wearing a pale green robe with blue pupils on it, and underneath it was: Aristophane Lothar Windrunner, half elf, life unknown, from The Kingdom of Quel'Thalas in the northern part of the mainland left Stormwind after improving the manufacturing process of the workshop and establishing an alchemy laboratory. There has been no news yet.

"I don't know who he is, but your grandfather said that this elf is his grandfather's brother. He came to his father a hundred years ago and looked at his ancestral grave. Then he left Stormwind and never came back. ."

　　 "Will he still appear then?"

"Maybe," the woman picked up the child. "The elves have a completely different concept of time from ours. We think that time is very long, and the masters are just a flick of their fingers. According to the previous records, maybe another generation or two will pass. He will appear in front of us again, but you and I can't see it anymore."

　　 "Okay, kid, it's getting late, you have to go to the court teacher to study tomorrow morning."

　　 Early the next morning, the child was awakened by the noise outside the window.

He rubbed his eyes and went to the window, and found a strange four-legged creature in the open space outside the house: its transparent body, with blue-violet light flowing in it, looked like a horse, but it was bigger than a horse. Many, with a pair of huge wings on the back.

　　 A figure wearing a hood stood beside it, and the manor guard in armor had already surrounded him.

　　 The woman suddenly broke in last night and held the child directly in her arms, staring at the crowd on the clearing with two heads, one big and one small, through the window.

　　 "Outsider, take off your hood!" The captain of the guard put his sword on the shield and bent down and shouted.

　　 "...heh," a chuckle came from under the hood, and then he reached out and took off the hood to reveal his face.

　　 "Huh? He's not..." The child at the window looked at the person, or the elf, and pointed his finger at him excitedly.

The guards in the venue also exclaimed when they saw the figure clearly. The chief guard was relieved. He straightened up and ordered his subordinates to put away their weapons and walked to Aristophanes: "Hello, ancestors of the family. .."

　　 "Aristophanes, just call me Aristophanes." The elf smiled and said, "How did you come out of me?"

　　 "The family hung your portrait in the building and in the workshop, and we are all guards patrolling back and forth, so we know your face very well."

　　At this time, the contemporary patriarch of the Lothar family came out and said respectfully: "Welcome to you, spirit, I am the current patriarch of the Lothar family. Just call me Norberto."

　　 "Hello, Norberto, I am Aristophanes, I must know me, this time I want to do a business with the family." Aristophanes said straightforwardly.

　　 "I'll talk about these things later, you go in and take a rest." The lion-like patriarch shook his head, and then led Aristophanes into the house.

　　 Not long after sitting down, the sound of "kicking" reached everyone's ears. A black-haired child with bare feet ran from the next room to the living room, followed by a panting woman.

　　 The child came to the coffee table, stared at Aristophanes drinking tea, and asked curiously: "Are you an elf?"

　　 "Ebel!"

　　 The woman came to him and apologized to Aristophane in a low voice. Then she picked up the barefoot child and planned to go back to the house. The child made a fuss and insisted to stay and listen to them.

　　 "It's okay, madam, you can stay and listen, it's not a big deal anyway." Aristophane said with a smile, "I wonder if you are?"

　　 "This is my wife Daniel Roy and my child Ebel." The man sitting across from the wizard mage took the crying child from the woman.

　　 Aristophanes put down the tea cup, reached out from the ring and took out a small metal model of Adelina and placed it in his hand. The model was so vivid that the child was attracted by the gadget and immediately stopped crying.

　　 "fuga!" The wizard mage condensed a trace of magic power at his fingertips, entered the body of the model and chanted the spell, and the model seemed to come alive in an instant.

　　 Aristophanes put it on the luxurious wooden coffee table. It flapped its wings and began to run on it, with the blue-purple light flowing from the body like Adelina's real body.

　　 The child "chuckled" and laughed.

　　 "I wonder why you are here this time?"

　　 "I plan to recruit some craftsmen in Stormwind City, buy some building materials by the way, and repair some things on the Deadwind Path. I don't know if it's possible?"

"The Deadwind Trail?" Norberto thought for a while. "It should be no problem to find craftsmen. A new group of dwarves have arrived in the kingdom. They are all very good master builders and blacksmiths. The key is the place you request, the Deadwind Trail moves. Plants are scarce and the environment is very bad. Why would you want to go there? If you really need it, I can ask the king to set aside a separate boundary for you in the Irvine Forest. There is no need for you to pay anything. The family can replace it alone. "

Aristophane looked at Norberto’s sincere gaze, smiled and shook his head and rejected his proposal: “The Irvine Forest is rich in water and soil and rich in resources, but the concentration of magic power is not enough. I found it in the Deadwind Trail before. An arcane node, and the concentration of magic power is more important to the wizard than living conditions."

Norberto wanted to say something, but Aristophan stopped him: "It’s okay, Norberto, I can offer something to exchange for the land on the Deadwind Trail. It’s okay if no one wants to come, I’m from Quill. There is no problem with Salas calling craftsmen."

"Well~www.ltnovel.com~Since you have decided, then I have nothing to say, but I have a small thing to ask you on my side, that is, if you are free, can you show me the family workshop? Our workshop has not improved much since you left last time."

　　 "No problem." Aristophane drank his teacup, "I won't leave this time. Please arrange a place for me."

　　 Norberto stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a housekeeper walked up to him and led Aristophanes out of the living room.

　　 "Norberto, do we believe in him that way?" Daniel looked at the son who was chasing the little toy and asked her husband softly.

"It doesn't matter, Daniel," Norberto looked serious at this time, his eyes gleaming, "This elf may not believe us, so he didn't talk to us, but just said his own. Purpose, I think you also understand what this means."

"And having said that, in the eyes of the elves in the north, our human kingdom has always been a wild land, and there is nothing to covet, let alone the kingdom of Stormwind, the southernmost human country on the continent. Aristophanes is not asking for it. What is the important place, Deadwind Path? If he can really use spells to develop it there, I think the king will not refuse his proposal at all, but will appreciate him. After all, Deadwind Path is not a good place in the hands of the kingdom. ."

　　 "Oh, all right, you just know it in your heart."

　　 "Don't worry, ma'am," Norberto said softly, holding Daniel's hand back, "I will protect you, don't worry."