Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

A week later, Aristophanes and his party left Suramar through the portal and returned to Linumouville.

"Huh, I'm finally back!" Lor'themar couldn't wait to walk out of the portal, and then let out a breath.

"What's the matter, Aqiang? I think you enjoyed it!" Aristophane stood beside him teasing.

"Hi, give me a break, Aristophane, I'm really afraid of Talissa!"

"Tsk tusk tusk," Sylvanas stood on the other side of Lor'themar, "Talisa is good-looking and strong. She is still Suramar's chief arcanist and has a high probability of becoming Chadorei. The next leader, what are you still hesitating?"

Lor'themar raised both hands in a gesture of surrender and ran away quickly. Only Aristophane and Sylvanas looked at each other, and then laughed at the same time.

On the other side, watching the last Quel'Dorei leave, the portal closed, and Talisa stood dazedly.

"Chief Arcanist, Chief Arcanist?" Vandos, the elf consultant who came to see off on behalf of Elisand, called to Talissa, "What shall we do next?"

Talissa shook her head and turned to look at the advisor next to her: "Let's go, let's report to the Grand Magister."

In the Tower of the Night, Elisand stood in front of the Night Well and listened to their reports.

"Well, I understand, so do you have any comments on the reorganization of Suramar troops?"

"Military organization?" "Adaptation?" Talissa and Vandos were stunned. They didn't expect the Grand Magister to throw such a sudden question.

"Talisa, I think you have also seen the gap between the Swordsman of Cha'dorei and the Ranger of Quel'dorei!"

The chief arcanist nodded, and now she understood what the Grand Magister meant: "Do you mean to reorganize the Swordsman Team?"

"It's not just a reorganization, but an increase in actual combat," Elisand said. "After this joint operation, I found that Suramar's swordsmen lacked actual combat experience. If it weren't for the Queldorei's response in time to block After the attacks of those ghost huntresses, how many of the magic swordsmen we went to survive this time do you think? So I plan to send the magic swordsmen to all parts of Suramar in batches to slowly restore our presence outside the barrier. "

"But the Great Magister, do we have enough magic power to support this actual combat action?" Vandos raised objections.

Elisand glanced at him: "I have reached a cooperation agreement with Aristophanes. From next month, we will be able to get a part of the Akan'dor wine to relieve the addiction. With these, It is time to prepare the first batch of magic swordsmen to go out for training."

Then she looked at Talissa again: "You go to Aluriel, and then compile a report of the Magic Swordsman team based on the experience of this trip, and hand it to me the day after tomorrow. Then you two will personally lead the first group of reorganization. The team went north, the first goal was the Crimson Woodland."

"Yes!"

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About a month later, Aristophane, who was dealing with affairs in Farstrider Fortress, suddenly received an invitation, and he frowned as he looked at the inscription on it.

"Darkhan Delahir?"

The elf mage tapped on the table lightly. This posterity was killed many times but escaped the hand of death again and again. The elf traitor who kept rebirth sent him a headless invitation at this point in time, and the location In Silvermoon City, he couldn't help being lost in thought.

But then he gave up thinking about this issue and decided to decline the invitation.

However, Aristophane didn't expect that he had just decided to refuse, and a news from Silvermoon City dispelled his idea.

"You said that the king and the council secretly agreed to decide to adopt an opinion put forward by an unknown elf to split the territories of each family?" Aristophane looked at Taranas with a dumb face.

"Strictly speaking, it is not to split, but to allocate the territories of each family to the elves who have merits under them." Taranas put his hands on the table and looked up at Aristophanes, "The Farstrider Territory Bear the brunt of the situation. According to the information I received, Sylvanas, Lor'themar, Adrian, and Frewen have all been sealed."

"Good means..." Aristophane sighed, isn't this the Tweet Order of another world? Assigning the territory to these people will not only have no complaints, but will be very happy. It is really a good method, but the king will never think that he has decided to start anew.

"What should we do?" Taranas said with concern, "Although those forest trolls have suffered heavy losses under our year-on-year suppression, hiding in that fortress and dare not come out, but once the Farstrider Domain If we split up, the resources and power we can mobilize will be greatly reduced, and there will be huge loopholes in the southern blockade."

"Let's go to Silvermoon City with me in a few days. Let's see what medicine this king has bought in his mind." Aristophane said calmly.

In Silvermoon City at this time, King Anasteria was talking face to face with a red-haired elf.

"Darkhanqing, your previous proposal is very effective and useful for improving the status of the Sunstrider family. I don't know what reward you want?"

"You're too praised, Your Majesty," the elf standing opposite him saluted respectfully, "You hold the sun well, and want to weaken the families is just turning over. My proposal is just icing on the cake."

Anasteria pointed at him, and then at the scroll he handed in: "You are too modest, Darkan, look at what you wrote!" Although the kingdom has developed, the families of the wizards Constantly pioneering the land with the ranger family and expanding the land of the kingdom. However, the tax on these land has not been paid truthfully, which is very detrimental to the development of the kingdom.

The Sunstrider family was trapped in Silvermoon City ~www.ltnovel.com~ Even though it was called the king, the power of the kingdom was controlled by the council, which was extremely detrimental to the development of the kingdom. With such an analysis, it is really hard to imagine that you are not a native of Silvermoon City. "

Anastria paused, and then asked another question: "But I have a question that I am very curious about, why would you suggest that I start at Farstrider Fortress?"

"There are mainly several reasons: First, the foundation of the Farstrider Fortress is insufficient, the establishment time is very short and the expansion is rapid, the personnel inside are mixed, and it is easy to divide compared to other old families; the second is that the Farstrider Fortress is located in the troll. On the front line, the middle-level warfare is outstanding, and commendation is also due; as for the last point, that is the lord."

"Huh?" Anasteria narrowed his eyes. "What do you say?"

"I have carefully studied the growth trajectory of this great magister. I have to say that he is really a diligent genius," Dalkhan exclaimed. "Whether it is fighting, mana, alchemy, forging, just three hundred years. Such an achievement can be achieved within, which has shocked the jaws of countless elves, but he has one of the biggest weakness, or weakness, that is too emotional, maybe this is related to his origin."

"Oh?"

"After all, the Windrunner family comes from a ranger army, and they naturally value this kind of sentiment. Therefore, this elf won't have any opinions when enlisting his subordinates."

Anasteria took a deep look at him, and then said: "I see, you write your thoughts into a written report and give it to me. If there are no surprises, you can call you Senator Darkan next month. ."

There was ecstasy on the elf's face: "Thank you, Your Majesty! I will go!"

After talking about Dalkhan, he retreated, leaving Anasteria thinking about something alone.