Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

Under Talisa's gossip, Aristophanes and Elisande quickly became acquainted. After returning to the ground, Quel'Thalas' group was led by the chief arcanist to visit Sura. Macheng.

In the eyes of Cirvanas and the others, Suramar is older, and the architectural appearance style is closer to that of the Highborne. The light purple walls, the exquisite patterns all over the place, and the purple enchantment covering the sky all make them feel strange. And familiar.

"Under the leadership of the great magister Elisande, Shaldorei used the ability of the Eye of Aman'Thul to adjust and mobilize the magic net and gather magic power to create the Nightwell, and a huge barrier has shrouded it since the War of the Ancients. The entire city of Suramar, so that we can survive the War of the Ancients." Talisa introduced as she walked.

Sencilia and Lucia looked curiously at the children of the night on both sides of the avenue. The big purple trees were shining brightly, and large and small spherical lights appeared in front of them, illuminating everything around them.

"Sencilia, I always feel weird here..."

"That's right, Lucia," Sencilia tightened her clothes, then lowered her voice, "I feel that there is no popularity here, and the eyes of those night children, how to say, are very numb, like walking dead."

"Ahem," Cirvanas heard the two of them whispering, just in case they interrupted their chat.

Talisa smiled slightly: "You feel right. This place is relatively remote, and it is a place where magic wine is brewed. The management is strict, so Shaldorei civilians rarely come here. The civilian area in the south and the Dark Night Fortress The nearby aristocratic district is the main population settlement, if you are interested, we can send it over to have a look."

Aristophanes waved his hand: "No need, Miss Talisa, our visit is not short, and there will be opportunities in the future. Didn't Your Excellency Elisande say that there will be a banquet tonight? Please take us to the resting place, I need to prepare a little bit."

Seeing Aristophanes' refusal, Talisa stopped asking and led them through the portal to the Garden of Stars, where Elisande prepared a small welcome banquet for the guests from afar.

At night, under the leadership of Talisa, Aristophanes and his party walked along a river for a while, and then came to a huge manor.

"This is the Gem Manor. Although it is not the largest guest manor in Suramar, it is the most luxurious manor. Its decoration was personally arranged by His Excellency Elisande, so it is of great significance to Nightborne .”

At this time, a group of patrolling night children came in front of them. The first night children wore strange armor with white energy wrapped around it.

"haven't seen you for a long time,

Captain Gadot. "

"Long time no see, Chief Arcanist, are they the participants invited by Your Excellency the Great Magister?"

"Yes, they are all distinguished guests of His Excellency the Grand Magister."

Gadot waved his hand upon hearing this, signaling them to hurry over: "Okay, Talisa, we'll talk about it later, some nobles are already waiting inside."

Then the group of them passed through the gate and came to the main hall in the center of the manor. Nightborne nobles in twos and threes scattered among them, communicating in low voices, and looking in the direction of the gate from time to time.

Talisa led Aristophanes and others into it, and several Nightbornes came up with wine glasses.

"Chief Arcanists, are they?"

Before Talisa could speak, the voice of consultant Melandus came from the second floor: "Chief Arcanist, Your Excellency the Grand Magister is already waiting, please come up, Master Windrunner, and the rest will stay here You will receive it."

After hearing this, Aristophanes turned around and gave some instructions to Cirvanas and the others, tidied up his appearance, and then slowly walked up the stairs by the wall under the watchful eyes of the nobles, chatting with the advisor After a few words, he disappeared on the second floor.

After the two left, the Nightborne nobles immediately surrounded Talisa and the others.

"Chief Arcanist, why don't you introduce these compatriots to us?"

"They come from Quel'Thalas, and you all know that it is a country established by Dath'Remar, covered with red maple trees, similar to Suramar, it is also shrouded in a huge barrier , filled with bright spring light all year round.”

"Master Dath'Remar, I heard my father tell his story. According to legend, he was one of the first highborne to rebel against the Queen," a nobleman praised the founder of Quel'Thalas in an operatic voice. Courage, "Then they must have a source of energy similar to the Nightwell."

"You're right, Enas, well, letting your compatriots stand at the door is not how the Nightborne treat guests," Talisa said while leading Cirvanas and the others to a round table. Before sitting down, Cirvanas sat on her left, Lor'themar sat on her right, "Hurry up and serve, let our compatriots also taste the specialties of Suramar."

"No problem," the son of the night named Enas snapped his fingers with his free left hand, and then a continuous stream of maids appeared in front of them carrying all kinds of meals and drinks.

"Let us hold up the wine glass and celebrate the first batch of compatriots who have crossed the barrier and came to Suramar in the past ten thousand years! Ru shanna shal'dorei!" Talisa said, holding up the wine glass.

"Ru shanna shal'dorei! The Nightborne are immortal!"

On the other side, Aristophanes, guided by the advisor Melandus, came to a semi-circular terrace, the ground was covered with red petals, and a long table appeared in front of him, on which were placed some that seemed to have just been made. dishes, but Aristophanes saw at a glance that those dishes were protected by some kind of magic.

Elisande sat on one side of the long table, and there was an empty chair on the other side. She stood up and faced Aristophanes with a smile: "Please sit down, master, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"I'm very sorry I'm late, Grand Magister." Aristophanes gently shook Elisande's hand, then turned and walked towards her.

"No, you came just in time." Elisande made a pun.

"..." Aristophanes was silent for a while, then raised the wine glass on the table and gave her a distant respect.

After sitting down, Elisande stretched out his hand, and the purple magic circle brushed across the table, and the time that seemed to stop flowed again, and the aroma of the dishes spread into Aristophanes' nose in an instant.

"What an exquisite time spell." The elf mage clapped his hands and praised.

"It's not worth mentioning, but we did this with the help of the Nightwell," Elisande said modestly. "Let's eat first, and then talk about other things."

Aristophanes started from goodness, starting to taste Sura Masala, and the surrounding light reflected on the sea surface, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.