Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

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After the last discussion and the subsequent banquet, the elf ranger and the dwarf warrior also recognized each other's strength (whether it is the battlefield or the wine field), and the relationship between them has obviously become better. Although they still exchange discussions every day, But the smell of gunpowder is not as strong as before.

"Ha, Aristophanes, how did you come up with such an efficient golem manufacturing process?" The dwarf prince Madoran stood on the second floor of the factory building, looking at the structure production line below. Although they were of different races, they were in good order. One group is responsible for smelting ore and building structures, one group is responsible for engraving magic runes on these steels, and the last group is responsible for assembling them together.

"Is this very efficient?" Aristophanes was stunned for a moment, "It takes two weeks to make a small quadruped structure, and this is on the premise that I have simplified the structure."

"Isn't it okay to fight once every two weeks?" Madoran's eyes widened, "As far as I know, whether it's Quel'Thalas or Dalaran, all their arcane structures need to be handcrafted, although they are very delicate, But it will take half a year at the fastest, and the shipment may not be stable."

"The official workshop of Quel'Thalas takes about four or five months, but the work efficiency of those elf lords and craftsmen is too low, only about a quarter of a month is working, and the rest Most of them are entertaining and playing," Aristophanes shook his head. "As for Dalaran, I think their current focus is on arcane research, not production."

"Why, have you ever seen a production line for constructs with higher production efficiency?"

The elf mage thought of the production line of Stark's private unmanned aerial vehicle he had visited before. The beauty of industry and intelligence dazzled everyone.

"It's still too difficult to achieve that kind of production efficiency, just wait." Aristophanes shook his head secretly, and then changed the subject: "Your Majesty Madoran, do you have any other ideas about the battle mode of the paladins? "

"Not for the time being, but based on my experience, there is still a long way to go for the paladins to reach the final form you mentioned. The most important thing is actual combat. The more actual combat, the better."

"It's good if there is hope. After all, my original intention is to allow my clansmen to have a front-line occupation similar to warriors. Lawbreakers are the first choice, but the cost of cultivating a lawbreaker is too high."

Madolan nodded: "The birth of each new profession always costs a lot of manpower and material resources, so on behalf of the Bronzebeard tribe, I thank you for your generosity. From now on, you will be our forever friend."

"It's my honor, Your Majesty Madoran." The elf mage lowered his head slightly. At this moment, an elf walked in and said something to Aristophanes. He nodded? Then he said to the dwarves beside him? " Please excuse me? Prince? An important guest is visiting? I need to receive it."

"It's all right, elf boy? If you need anything, go find me at the dwarf tavern over there." Madoran patted the elf mage's arm carelessly, then turned and walked out.

Remulos and Miluen in the Sanctuary of Arcandor were chatting with two green-haired night elves, a man and a woman.

"Remulos, you said you have been here for more than a month?"

"Yes? Lord Isarios," said Remulos, looking up at the drooping branches of Arcandor? "The changes here are really great, much more alive than my last visit."

"Are you right? Even if my lair is

continue reading! It's next door, but in just one sleep, the mortal mage named Aristophanes can build the wasteland that was originally barren like this? It's really beyond my expectation. "

At this time, another night elf suddenly sighed: "This tree is amazing, no matter what direction you look at it from? It presents perfect symmetry."

"Princess Melinsera, according to Aristophanes, the reason why this tree is like this is entirely because it balances the two forces of nature and arcane.

"Miluen explained while reaching out and stroking the drooping purple leaves, "I can feel the power of the Emerald Dream in this tree. "

"That's right, I was here when he planted the tree..."

"Yes, Your Excellency Isarios, everything here is inseparable from the generosity of the two majesties." Aristophanes walked in, "How about it, this territory has not lived up to their expectations!"

Isarios smiled wryly and shook his head, without saying a word, but Melinthra looked at the mage in front of him curiously. The last time I saw him was hundreds of years ago, outside the wall of the beetle in Silithus, the tribal alliance United to seal the insects.

"Long time no see, Your Highness Melinsera." The elf mage saluted, "I don't know why you two are here."

"There are two things. First, the queen sensed that there was a situation in the Temple of Atahaka, and she hoped that Melinsera and I would go and have a look. Second, I would like to ask you to go with us."

"What? To the Temple of Atal'Hakkar?"

"Yes," Isarios nodded, "The queen said that the dream gave her a revelation. The soul of Prince Eranikus is being tortured endlessly. She hopes that we can liberate him."

"But wasn't the temple sealed by Queen Ysera?"

Merlinser stretched out her hand and took out a green dragon scale, with a strong natural breath surging on it: "This is the key given to us by the queen, which can temporarily break the seal and let us in. Of course, the queen's scales are limited in power, No more than ten people can be accommodated."

At this moment, Aristophanes thought of what Madoran said, "A paladin must be perfected in battle." He nodded, "Okay, I will lead a team to go with you."

"Don't worry, I will give you enough rewards from the treasury," Isarios said, "It's not too late. I'll see you at the east canyon intersection in three days."

"Okay, Remulos and the others don't need to follow?"

"I originally wanted to invite them, but since you promised to go, I think they should be more willing to stay here to farm and grow flowers."

The elf mage turned his head to look at the forest guardian and the dryad. Remulos shook his head slightly: "We don't want to fight. Father sent us just in case, so it would be great if we could stay here. But not everyone The guardians of the forest and dryads are unwilling to fight, such as Lunara, I think she will be very willing to join you and go to the temple."

"Alright then, Remulos, count and see how many Cenarius heirs are willing to go to the Cursed Swamp, so I can organize the team."

"no problem."

Seeing that everything was arranged, Isarios and Melinthra turned and walked out of the hall, but they turned back after muttering at the door for a while.

"What's wrong, you two?"

"That... Aristophanes, I want to stay and take a look at your territory, is that okay?" Merlinsera was a little embarrassed.

"This..." The elf mage turned to look at Isarios, the male green dragon smiled wryly and shook his head, "She doesn't want to go to me

continue reading! I live in the Dragon's Nest, I think it's too deserted..."

"Well, as long as you abide by our rules here, Your Highness, and don't reveal your real body easily, you can do whatever you want."

"No problem!" Melinthra cheered, turned and ran towards the market, leaving only Isarios and Aristophanes looking at each other.