Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

One month later, the upwind trail.

　　 "Huat, come, put that piece of wood here!"

　　 "Okay, Barloric." A middle-aged human carrying wood, according to the request of another human holding a drawing, walked to him and put down the wood.

　　 He wiped the sweat on his head, glanced at the desolate but very lively construction site around, and whispered to his friend beside him: "Barlow, don't you think this is weird?"

　　 The human who looked down at the drawing heard this and raised his head and glanced at him: "Work hard, Walter, we are all paid."

　　 Then he took out the necklace around his neck. A small piece of purple crystal hung at the end of the ordinary copper chain, exuding a soft light.

　　 Walter also touched his neck, where there was a similar necklace.

　　 "See this, Walter? This is a legendary magic jewelry, or it was made by elves! Back to Stormwind, you can get hundreds of gold coins with this, that's hundreds!"

Walter was stunned. He was not shocked by the income of the hundreds of gold coins. Instead, he pointed his finger at the other craftsmen who were working in the surrounding area, and asked with some confusion: "But every worker here has one. Ah, there are still many types, rings, necklaces, accessories, are they really so valuable?"

　　 Barloric said impatiently: "After all, elves are very rich. I don't know the specifics. Okay, don't ask about it. Hurry up and work and leave this place where birds don't shit!"

　　 Suddenly a "boom" came into their ears, but neither of them had any reaction, and they turned to continue working.

"Hahaha, kid elves, although the place you picked is desolate, there are still a lot of stones used as building materials, and there are some minerals in the mountains, which is really a good place!" A dwarf with red hair Holding a broken stone in his hand, he looked at the mountain that had just been blown up by Aristophanes and said.

　　 "Is this true, Firebeard?" Aristophane asked the dwarf beside him, retracting his magic power to disperse the smoke.

　　 "Call me Monsagun!" The dwarf jumped up, "And don't doubt the abilities of a dwarf in minerals and construction!"

　　 "Okay, Monsagun." Aristophane replied somewhat perfunctorily.

"Ahhhhhh, I'm so angry, you tall guy," the dwarf threw down the ore and took out the mining pick directly behind him, "Sair, McCann, bring your people over. I want this elf to know the power of our dwarves!"

　　 A group of dwarves sitting on the other side, chatting and drinking, stood up after hearing this, took up heavy equipment and came to the entrance of the cave.

"Monsagun, are you sure there is a mine here?" a female dwarf asked carelessly, carrying a hammer, "we have never opened a mine in such a place with low vitality before, in case you make a mistake in your judgment... ."

　　Mengsaguen's beard turned up, and he slammed the pickaxe in his hand vigorously: "If I make a mistake in judgment, I will give you a few bottles of my treasured Thunder Spirit for free!"

　　 When the dwarves heard this, their eyes lit up: "You mean it?"

　　 "The Husk family never lies!"

　　 "Okay, that fairy, it's up to you to testify."

　　 "No problem, if you succeed in finding minerals, I can offer you some fine wines from the Northland Elves."

　　 "You should keep the soft drinks like Dun Morogh's snow water for your own drink! For the sake of thunderous spirits, let's go!"

　　 The dwarves cried out, and immediately started mining with a clear division of labor.

　　 Aristophane shrugged and turned to leave, the yelling and shouting of the dwarves behind him became louder.

　　 "Sir, according to your request, we have prepared enough wood, and some of the remaining materials are also in the process of speeding up transportation. I have also remembered the drawings. I can start working tomorrow."

　　 "Good job, Barlow, worthy of being the top craftsman of the Van Cliffs family."

"It's my honor to serve you, my lord." Barloric shook his head and whispered. "But my lord, the environment here is really bad. The weather is gloomy. Food must be transported outside and it is difficult to preserve. Drinking water must be It can only be harvested at the bottom of the canyon, and the work efficiency of the workers may not be as high as in other places."

"It's okay, Barlow, the last thing the elves lack is time," Aristophan said while watching the two human craftsmen work together to saw the wood, "but you can't delay deliberately. As for other life issues, do you just need money? Can it be solved?"

　　 "My lord, the cost is just..."

　　 "Don't worry about the cost. I will provide you with enough gold coins. If you don't have enough gold coins, I will use magic jewelry instead. I only ask for one point. You can use your best level to build this place, understand?"

　　 "Yes, my lord."

　　 At night, Aristophanes opened a portal to the Farstrider Fortress with the help of that secret magic enchantment.

　　 "Makdos, it's me, stop guarding." Aristophane stepped out of the portal and said to the arcane elemental guard who was staring at him.

　　 "Dip, approved, welcome back, Master Aristophanes." Markdos put away the open armor on his arms, and the blue mana gradually returned to his core.

　　 "What happened to the territory recently?"

　　 "Ms. Sylvanas once entered the No. 1 and No. 3 laboratories ~www.ltnovel.com~ and took samples No. Ⅵ and No. Ⅷ respectively."

"Is it'Veritaserum' and'Blue Lasso'?" Aristophanes thought for a while, he made them based on "Harry Potter" Potions and Diana's "Mantra Lasso" respectively." Did she say what it was for?"

"Ms. Sylvanas did not explain her purpose to me," Makdos's dull voice sounded. "But according to Captain Lor'themar Theron, she went deep into the jungle with Taranas, and then It seems that an important figure of the troll has been captured."

　　 "I see, is there any movement on the Windrunner side?"

　　 "No news came."

　　 Aristophanes nodded. He knew that it was Li Leisa and Crevi who had blocked the king and the council, but if the problem was not solved, they would still be swallowed by the nobles and royals who looked forward to.

　　 "Well, Markdos, you go and rest."

　　 "Yes, my lord."

Aristophane came to the top of the tower. He quietly looked at the stars in the sky. Behind him was the sparkling Lake Elendal. The water slapped against the shore and made a "clap" sound, and the wind passed through the woods. Blowing his long bangs.

　　 The wizard mage lowered his eyelids, quietly feeling the tranquility in front of him, thinking back to his actions this year, he made a certain determination in his heart.

　　 Then he opened his eyes, and the blue and purple magic instantly poured out and went straight to the sky. Countless birds in the forest woke up from their deep sleep, flapping their wings and flying into the dark sky.