Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

In the headquarters, Alleria was pulling Aristophanes to ask questions. Although the two haven't seen each other for a long time, they are still very familiar with each other.

"I heard from Hill that you have a grand bonfire party and a fireworks show every year?"

"Yes, Ao Lei, that is our own festival, and it is also the day when the Fortress of the Far Travelers was built." Aristophanes replied, "Every day we will light a huge fire in the square before the game. At the same time, there will be a variety of food for people to enjoy, and the 'moonlight' is also unlimited."

"Oh," Alleria glanced at him, then stretched out her hand, "I'd forget if you didn't mention it, what about the wine you promised me?"

Aristophanes took out a small silver flagon from his pocket and handed it to her: "I've prepared it for you earlier."

Alleria took it over and found that the jug was not as luxurious as the high elves, but it was still very beautiful. The jug was about the size of a palm, curved as a whole, with smooth edges. There is a piece of Elven language written: "Anar' belore, to Miss Sun of the Windrunner's family, my dearest sister Alleria." In the lower right corner is a Q-version image that she has never seen before.

She observed carefully, and although she had never seen this art form before, she recognized that it was herself!

"Mithril is refined, hand-carved, and a small constant temperature circle and poison circle are attached, which can be activated with just a little bit of arcane energy."

Alleria tried to activate the magic circle, and then unscrewed the wine bottle. She looked in through the opening and found that the wine inside was not the blue-purple color of 'Moonlight', but another wonderful amber color. She got up and took a sip, and found that the taste was not as stimulating as Moonlight, but slightly sweet, but at the same time, there was a refreshing arcane taste, which lifted her spirits.

"What kind of wine is this?" she asked curiously.

"Using the characteristic pumpkin of the Far Traveler's Fortress as the raw material for fermentation, supplemented by a new herb we have just cultivated, which combines the characteristics of Ningshen Flower and Live Root Grass. How do you feel?"

"In comparison, I like this pumpkin wine better." Aurelia said.

"Then give it a name."

Alleria didn't hesitate, she rolled her eyes and said immediately: "Since there is a blue 'moonlight', this amber wine might as well be called 'Sunshine Wine of the Traveler'."

"Is the two related?" Aristophanes asked with question marks all over his face.

"Why, you don't want to?"

"I think it's pretty good. It just so happens that the sun is also the object of our faith in Quel'Thalas." Kael'thas interrupted suddenly, "Can I also try this?"

Aristophanes nodded, took out another glass bottle and handed it to Kael'thas.

And Kael'thas took out a delicate phoenix-shaped wine glass, he unscrewed the cork, poured the amber liquid into it, then picked up the wine glass to smell it first, and then drank it down.

"The taste of Arcane is really refreshing, but I still prefer 'Moonlight', and its taste suits me better."

"But it doesn't matter," Kael'thas waved his hand, "You are the elf mage who developed the moonlight, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Aristophanes stood up and saluted.

"Father said that you are very powerful and different from other elves. I hope you will not let me down."

"Then just wait and see." Aristophanes replied neither humble nor overbearing.

Kael'thas stared at him for a while, then lowered his head to study the map. Aristophanes was pulled back by Alleria, and then continued to tell her the story.

"Have you met His Royal Highness before?" Alleria asked quietly.

"No, I've never seen it before." Aristophanes shook his head, seeing Alleria's worried expression, he also replied in a low voice,

"But it doesn't matter, you have to believe in my strength."

Seeing the confident Aristophanes, Alleria also laughed, and then leaned against the wall behind, continuing to listen to Aristophanes' narration.

After a while, Creevey Windrunner walked in, Lor'themar Theron and Hawk Qingsong followed behind him, and it was completely dark outside.

"Is everything arranged, Commander?"

"Yes, Your Royal Highness." Creevey Windrunner replied, "The 800 rangers are divided into two groups, one group will directly enter the position for rotation, and the other group will be in reserve."

"Just make arrangements," Kael'thas nodded. "Let's continue our previous topic, how to deal with the troll's attack."

"Now we have the rangers from the Farstrider Fortress joining us. With our remaining Ranger troops and the upcoming Ranger Legion, we will have more than 3,000 troops, which is more than enough for defense." Creevy Windrunner said.

"Then we just wait for the trolls to attack?"

"Now is not the time to counterattack. The morale of the trolls is high, and it is difficult for us to rush into the range of the altar with our current troops."

"Altar? What altar?" Aristophanes asked suddenly.

"The ranger took advantage of the night to scout the trolls' position and found that they had built a huge altar. We suspect that the reason why the trolls can attack non-stop is because of that altar."

"Can't you use spells to destroy it from a distance?"

"It's hard, the trolls are heavily guarded there, and our spell range is not enough, unless we can advance far enough, but it's useless for a small army to rush in, the altar is too big, and it's difficult for a small team to completely destroy it .”

Aristophanes thought for a while, but said nothing.

Opposite the camp, the troll camp.

"We have nearly 3,000 casualties, should we continue, Gagolakin? Why don't you spread out and occupy other forests that don't have long ears?" Cliff asked the troll chief sitting on the main seat.

"Are you afraid?" Gagolakin raised his head.

"Don't be afraid, Chief! I'm just worried that we've wasted too long here, and that this loss will lower the morale of the lads!"

"Don't worry, Cliff. With the blessing of the Loa, our warriors are fearless!" Gagolakin said, "Also, are you ready for the altar of Bwonsamdi that I asked you to prepare?"

"The materials have been found, and our craftsmen are carving Bwonsamdi's statue."

"There is no need for stone carvings, just use the mask we kept." Gagolakin ordered, "Build its altar quickly, and we may get the help of a powerful loa by then. What else do you have? Is there a problem? If not, go down and prepare, and continue to attack tomorrow!"

"Of order, chief!" Hai'an took Cliff away who was still about to say something, and then followed the others out of the tent.

"Haian, why don't you let me talk?" Cliff asked after walking out of the tent.

"Cliffe, the Chief has his own plans, we just follow orders."

Cliff stared at the female troll in front of him, and finally began to lose the battle: "Well, you can do it for yourself!" After finishing speaking, he walked back to his tent.

Hai'an stared at him for a while, then walked into his tent.

In the early morning of the next day, Gagolakin bestowed the Loa's blessing on the trolls as usual, and then let Muriel and Hai'an lead the team to continue attacking the elves' defense.

In addition, he asked Cliff to lead his priests to quickly build a small altar for Bwonsamdi in order to obtain the help of the god of death.

Unfortunately, Bwonsamdi did not answer their prayers.

Gagolakin shook his head, let Cliff continue to do his job as a priest, and then returned to the tent.

On the front line, it was also the first time for Aristophanes to participate in such a large-scale battle. He saw a large number of trolls rushing towards his position frantically in the distance.

Since he had just arrived, Creevey and Kael'thas didn't arrange for him to enter the front line immediately. Instead, he and Alleria watched the trolls in the defense line next to the command post and waited for orders.

However, the trolls quickly passed the fire control line of the rangers again. With the help of the priests, they basically suffered no casualties. The rangers at the forefront also saw the trolls approaching, and shot all kinds of magic arrows, then pulled out their melee weapons in a "clangling" manner, and started a fight with the standing trolls.

Trolls and elves fell every moment, and their blood had already stained the soil at the front of the position.

The position where Aristophanes and Alleria were located was no exception. Even because of the phoenix flag planted here, the trolls attacked this place even more fiercely.