Chapter 166: untitled

On the other side, Aristophanes is discussing the next matter with the person in charge here in Erezalas.
"My lord, do we really give up here so easily?" The elf opposite Aristophane asked hesitantly.
The wizard mage played with an unremarkable dingy stone: "Yes, Targas, we are expanding too fast, so we need to converge a little now."
The elf named Targas Flameblade can only nod helplessly.
"Don't worry too much. Sooner or later these Kaldorei will ask us to help them."
"My lord, someone is looking for you!" At this moment, a guard reported to the two from outside the door.
"My lord, then I will sort out the information and arrange the task first." Targas saluted Aristophanes and followed the guard out of this Quel'Thalas-style stone house, Tally Sa walked in.
"What's the matter, Talissa, is there any news from Suramar City?"
Talisa shook her head: "I'm here to find you, Aristophanes."
"Well, I'm going to the library in Ere'Thalas now, let's talk as we walk."
They went deep into this dilapidated city along the road. Querdore and Cadore clearly occupied the intact buildings on both sides of the road, and replaced them with their own style of decoration: one side is gold and red. , One side is purple and green.
"Aristophane, do you really plan to evacuate here?"
Looking at the generally tall and strong night elves on the side of the road, with long and thin ears and various tattoos around their eyes, as well as the large and small treants in the camp, Aristophan shook his head: "There is no way Talissa, you have seen it, here After all, it is too close to Mount Hyjal. There is the lair of the Kaldorei, and Nordrassil, the world tree, is in the high mountains to the north."
But then Aristophane changed his words: "I will reduce the size of the camp here, but I will not cancel it directly. At least one small camp with full functions will be retained. This is the result I got after discussing with Shandris Yuzuki. In fact, I also suggest that we can leave a semi-permanent camp here for easy contact."
"This is not a decision I can make, Aristophanes, but I can report to Elisand. I don't think she will reject this proposal."
Soon they came to the Syndra Library in the depths of Ere'Thalas. The bookshelves that were full of books have now been emptied, and some were taken by Aristophanes to the Farstrider's Tower for enrichment. Some of his own libraries were taken away by Mordant Yongying led by Mage Syndra.
"Is this the place where the Sindra mages used to struggle?"
"Mordant told me this was built by a secret faction of night elf wizards, with the purpose of protecting Queen Azshara's most precious and mysterious book." Aristophan walked to a bookshelf and reached out to take down one. The book shining with light yellow magic aura was handed to Talissa.
"This is?" Talissa looked at the ancient fairy text on the cover, and asked in surprise: "On the Flow of Time and Arcane Magic, isn't this the work of Queen Azshara? The entire city of Suramar has only Master Elisand has a transcript."
She raised her head and took a closer look at the remaining books on the shelf, and found that there were various orphans and academic works on them.
""Controlling Arcane instead of being controlled by Arcane", "Arcane Transformation", "Sculpture? Conjuration? I want it all!", Aristophanes, these..."
"Yes, Talissa, these books are the rest of the books I picked up with Syndra. Of course, the purpose of my visit this time is to empty this place and build a new library in the Tower of Farstrider ."
Talissa's eyes flashed suddenly: "Let me help you, Aristophanes, as long as you can let me visit your library at that time."
Looking at the agitated chief arcanist in front of him, Aristophane smiled and nodded and agreed to her request.
Two days later, Quel'Thalas camp in Erre'Thalas.
"This is the last batch of materials and books, Master Aristophanes." Targas Flame Blade looked at the sheepskin scroll in his hand and said to Aristophanes standing in front of the portal.
The wizard mage nodded: "Then what about our scouts scattered across the northern continent? Have they all withdrawn?"
"Except for the two ranger teams in the northwest, everyone else has arrived at the camp... Ah, my lord, they are back too!"
Aristophan turned his head and saw the two groups of Quel'Thalas rangers appearing outside the ruins of Erre'Thalas, and hurried towards his position.
When the crowds were gathered, Aristophan arranged for the elves of Quel'Thalas to quickly turn through the portal back to the Farstrider's territory, and he himself led a small group of remaining elves to check the small semi-permanent Various enchantments in the camp.
"Tegas, record that the defensive arrays here, there, and there need to be adjusted."
"Yes, my lord."
"In addition, record the work of you left-behind personnel: maintain the law formation, purchase rare ores, plants and other raw materials, try not to conflict with Kaldorei; but once a conflict occurs, self-preservation is the first priority, understand?"
"Yes, my lord! What about our rotation time?"
"Your rotation time is ten years. I will arrange for someone else to replace you at that time, or if you want to settle here, I can also arrange for your family to come over."
"No need, sir." Targas said, "If it's fifty years and one hundred years, maybe we still need the company of our family, but ten years, it is completely unnecessary."
Aristophan nodded and said he knew.
On the other side, Tyrande also led the druid and the heirs of Cenarius to Ere'Thalas.
"You said Aristophane has arranged for Quel'Thalas' rangers to evacuate?" Tyrande frowned when she heard Shandris's words.
"Yes, high priest," Shandris Yuzuki replied respectfully, "and they also narrowed their camp, leaving only a teleportation hall and several repaired houses around it, and the rest. Give up all."
"Um, okay, I see." Tyrande stroked Ash'ara next to him, and looked up at the Quel'Thalas camp on the other side of the road, which was shrouded in the barrier.
"What else did he tell you?"
"He said that the druids are stubborn and arrogant, and that Erezalas can be managed by Kaldorei, but he will not give up on the southernmost camp of Un'Goro Crater."
Without waiting for the druid to get angry, Tyrande hurriedly continued to ask: "So does Suramar's envoy live on the opposite side?"
"Yes, Your High Priest." At this time, another elf guard said, Tyrande recognized that it was her appointed camp commander, Ellys, calling for rain. "Our clansmen stationed here find it difficult to accept what happened to them. The strong arcane aura, so they can only live in the camp opposite the group of Quel'Dorei."
When it comes to arcane magic~EbookFREE.me~ Tyrande found that the faces of the night elves around him showed a variety of complex negative emotions: incomprehension, disgust, anger, staying away, even with Mo standing beside her Dante also felt uncomfortable.
"All right, I see. Shandris, you go and inform the delegation that the talks will officially start tomorrow, and if Aristophanes is still there, I will invite him to dinner together."
Shandris Feathermoon agreed and walked out quickly.
"Tyrande, who is that Aristophane? How could he say that to us?" a druid stood up angrily and asked.
Tyrande squeezed her eyebrows, and when Shandris spoke out Aristophane's evaluation of the Druid, she knew she was going to face some interrogations.
"He is... Forget it, when Shandris comes back, you can ask her directly. I advise you not to trouble him. Fandral can't beat him." Tyrande didn't look at everyone after he said. When she got up and walked out of the hall, the huge white leopard got up from the ground, stretched and followed her silently.
All the druids, look at me and I look at you, and finally watched Tyrande leave.