Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

On the Upwind Trail, a human holding some drawings got into a gorgeous-looking tent.

　　 "Master Master, according to your request, we have completed the construction of the building here."

　　 "Okay Barlow," Aristophane stopped meditating and opened his eyes, and looked at the haggard architect in front of him, "Thanks for your hard work these months."

　　 "It's nothing, my lord, I don't know the remaining salary..."

"Let all your workers come here. I have two choices here. One is to pay you a sufficient amount of gold coins, but you have to return the magic jewelry in your hand; the other is to keep those at the market price. Jewelry, but the rest has to work for me long enough to make up for the value of jewelry."

　　 Baloric was stunned, then turned around and summoned the workers.

　　 Aristophane looked at the architect's back, thinking of the rebellion in the later generations caused by non-payment, suddenly laughed, and then a rough voice came into his ears.

　　 "Hey, fairy boy, come out!"

　　 The wizard mage opened the tent and walked out. At this time, a huge change had taken place outside: a flat square covered with gray rocks appeared in front of him, and some human workers were still busy on it.

　　 At the north end of the square, there is a row of human-style houses, where these workers lived before.

　　 At the foot of the mountain to the west, a round elven-style building appeared. The energy essence circle left by Aristophanes was inside. It was very simple in appearance, but it looked very solid.

　　 "Here, kid elves!" Aristophane turned around, and a group of dwarf craftsmen appeared in his sight, headed by the firebeard tribe named Monsa Guen.

　　 He walked quickly to the south side of the tent, the dwarves raised the stone in their hands and shouted in excitement, while some drank the dwarf wine hanging from their waists.

　　 "What's wrong, Monsa Guen?"

"Look at this, Aristophane." Monsagun raised his hand, and a shiny ore appeared in front of Aristophane. He picked up the stone from the dwarf and cast a spell on it. .

　　 "Inside..." Aristophane read the result of the spell feedback, "Is it copper?"

"More than that, there is also a small part of iron, gold and silver in it. In addition to this, we also found this thing." Monsa Guen took a sip from the wooden beer mug next to him. Mustache held a few shining gems in his hand, "I think you know these things too, after all, are you an elf."

　　 By the way, according to Monsa Gunn, Sayer is his cousin, just like his relationship with Sister Alleria.

　　 "Malachite, agate, opal?" Aristophanes recognized that these are gems that are not rare but useful to him.

"According to our experience, there is a very huge copper vein here," the dwarf looked serious at this time, and his moustache drenched in wine was stuck to his chest. "So I want to use the name of the Firebeard family. Cooperate with you to develop the minerals here."

　　 Aristophanes held the ore in his hand and quietly pondered the pros and cons, while Monsagun and Sayer both looked at him nervously.

"We will discuss this issue later, Monsagun." After thinking about it for a while, the elf mage decided to shelve this topic, but the two who looked a little disappointed still opened his mouth and said, "But don't worry, I will definitely This mineral vein was developed. As for today, it is a day for us to celebrate, so don’t think about these issues."

　　 "Okay," Monsa Gun nodded, and Sayer interrupted suddenly, "Celebrate? What celebration?"

　　 "Of course the main building here is completed, and you have also found out that there are mines here. Of course, the double happiness is worth celebrating."

　　 "Is there any liquor?" Sayer asked excitedly.

　　 "Of course there will be," Aristophane chuckled, "I specially sent someone to purchase a batch from Stormwind City. On average, according to your number, one person can get at least two bottles. It should be delivered in the afternoon."

　　 "That's great!" Monsa Guen immediately threw his disappointment back after hearing the words, "Do you still need us to do anything?"

　　 "Well, what should be prepared is almost the same... Why don't you take a good rest, and then have fun together at night!"

　　 The two dwarves nodded and turned back into their team. After a while, a fierce cheer reached Aristophanes' ears. He smiled slightly and turned to look at the assembled human craftsmen.

　　 "Barlow, are you all here?"

　　 "Yes, sir, everyone is here." Barloric checked the number again and put away the list in his hand.

　　 "Well, Barlow must have told you my thoughts, so what is your opinion?"

　　 There was a commotion in the crowd. They looked at each other, and suddenly someone raised their hand and asked, "My lord, can we ask about the salary?"

　　 "How much do you earn in Stormwind?"

　　 "About three silver coins a month, there will be five silver coins if the market is good."

"In this case, I don’t ask you to pay off the price of the jewelry. As long as you work for me for ten years, I will also pay you during this period. The specific number will be determined by the number of people. Silver coins," Aristophane said, "Of course, if you are not satisfied, you can also hand over the magic jewelry in your hand, and then settle the two months' wages, and return to Stormwind with the transport team tomorrow morning."

　　 "Ah this..." The craftsman was stunned, and wanted to say something but was stopped by Barloric's gesture.

　　 "Balorick, this job is left to you. In the afternoon, we will count the people who will stay and leave. In the evening, we will join in the celebration ceremony."

　　 "Oh, Lord."

　　 Aristophanes walked towards the rotunda in the distance after speaking. The craftsmen surrounded Baloric and babbled and asked him what was going on.

　　 "In general, the Master needs manpower, and asked if we want to stay here." Barloric said loudly.

　　 "I don't want to stay in such a desolate place, there is nothing, work every day..."

　　 "But the wages are high here, and once you leave, these precious magical jewelry must be returned to Master Mage."

　　 "You still believe these nobles' remarks? What's more, he is still an elf. I want to return to Stormwind anyway!"

The quarrel became more intense~www.ltnovel.com~ but under the control of Barloric, the crowd soon divided into two parts, and only a small part remained. Most people chose to leave here and return to the familiar Al Wen Forest and Stormwind City.

　　 On the other side, Aristophanes continued to sculpt runes on the walls in the round building. He planned to use this building as a foundation to build a new mage tower.

Time flies quickly. Soon Ms. Bai and Blue Child appeared in the sky, and the tall bonfire was blazing in the center of the square. The loud voices of the dwarves resounded through the sky, and the human craftsmen shouted loudly around the bonfire. , Venting his hard work.

　　 After the celebration, Aristophane went through the portal back to the Farstrider Fortress, and Sylvanas had waited there early.

　　 "What's wrong, Sylvanas?"

　　 "Aristophanes, there is a blue-haired elf from the north who calls herself Stella, saying that he has something to do with you and is very anxious."

　　 "Stella? I see, where is she now?"

　　 "In the hotel in the fortress, I feel that she is not simple. The aura she had shown before was terrible, as if..." Sylvanas said with a worried look.

　　 "Like a dragon?" Aristophane took the stubbornly.

　　 "Yes, like a top predator," Sylvanas suddenly reacted after speaking, "Dragon?"

　　 But Aristophane did not answer her directly, but said: "Come on, let's meet this'Stella' together and see what she wants to say."