Chapter 105: Artifact exchange

　　Scavill was awakened by a strange whistling sound.
　　 He sat up from the bed, opened the lavender curtains, stretched out to face the rising sun, and then looked at the ebony cold that was spinning next to him.
　　 "Are you so worried?"
　　 The artifact staff turned faster and faster.
　　 "Hey, when I wash up, you can't let me see him just like this!" Scarvell yawned as he scratched his red hair like a chicken coop.
　　 When Scarvell walked out of his house, he saw Aristophanes in the courtyard chatting with Adelina and eating breakfast.
"Adelina, what kind of creature do you think you are now? Astral creature? Dimensional creature?" Looking at Adelina, whose body was illusory and transparent, the elf asked, "I don't know if you can still have children. , Or are all ponies born with spatial attributes?"
　　 Adelina snorted impatiently, then stretched out her transparent blue tongue and swallowed away the arcane crystal Aristophan placed next to her, crunching her swallow.
　　 "Do you like to eat this now?" Aristophane looked at it curiously, and seemed to want to study it. "You don't need to excrete this week, so where are all the excrement after digestion?"
　　 Looking at Aristophane, who was shining in her eyes, Adelina knew that her master had fallen into some terrible and focused research state again.
It didn't want to be studied by the elves in this state, patted the illusory blue wings, and swept away the arcane crystal fragments that Aristophanes put aside in a thunderous manner, and then disappeared into the air. in.
　　 At this time, Aristophane looked at Adelina who had disappeared, shrugged, and continued to eat his own bread.
　　 "Aristophane!" Scarvell walked up to him, holding Atiesh in his hand, and floating beside him was a strange staff that exuded arcane light.
　　 "Oh, Scarvell, are you here, did you eat it? Come if you didn't eat it." Aristophane took out another milk bread according to the habit they had developed a few days ago.
　　Scavill was not polite, went straight to Aristophane and sat down, then took the things he gave, and said as he ate, "How about it? Have you thought about it?"
　　 "I'm afraid I'm going to reject you, Scarville." Aristophane gave the answer to his thoughts.
　　 "Really? Can I ask the reason?" Scarville was not disappointed when he heard it, but asked instead.
"The Council of Tirisfal is too big for me. My current energy is only on Windrunner and Quel'Thalas." Aristophane said calmly, "Maybe I will finish the next step. Looking forward to the entire Azeroth."
　　 "That's it," Scarville nodded, and then continued, "Are you worried that the Tirisfal Council might involve too much energy on you?"
"Yes, Scarvell. I do not hide it from you. In my opinion, Quel'Thalas and the high elves have entered a very dangerous stage of involution. The contradiction between the king and the council has intensified, and the upper classes are enamored of fighting for power. The middle-level people eat and wait to die, and the lower-level people don't have a promotion channel, but they still look stupid as Quel'Thalas has the best magical technology in the world."
Aristophane sneered, "Obviously there are still so many things to do, but before I established the Farstrider Fortress, none of the big figures in Silvermoon City noticed that feng shui treasure place, all staring at the silver One acre of land in Moon City was allowed to expand by the trolls in the forest, and finally a huge troll invasion occurred."
Aristophane drank a sip of milk, and then said: "It is the ranger family members of us who are fighting on the front line, the mages of Silvermoon City, if not forcibly requested by His Majesty the King, and the Prince Kael'thas formation. After cutting off a magister's sacrifice flag, I am afraid that all of them will have the same rights as the head-shrinking mice when the invasion did not happen."
"Furthermore, the reason why the trolls can successfully attack Tacquelin is because the magister of the flag sacrifice quietly escaped with the help of the portal of the Sun Temple after giving the order to hold on, causing the front line of the Sun Temple to collapse instantly. And if it wasn't for Prince Kael'thas to be bold, the culprit would be able to recover after the war. In my opinion, this is ridiculous."
"That's right, little guy." At this moment a voice came from behind them, and the two turned their heads to find that it was the high elf mage Aianis, holding a blue spell book in his left hand and a birch in his right hand. Simple long stick made.
They hurriedly stood up and gave up their seat to the old mage. Aianis waved the spell book in his hand, and then said: "I want to teach the apprentices. You can talk. If you don't mind, you can find Aristophanes after class is over. I, regarding the question about Quel'Thalas you just mentioned, I am very interested in hearing your thoughts."
　　 Aristophanes nodded, and then the old mage bid farewell to the two and continued to disappear into the corner along the corridor.
"Master Aianis seemed to be a great figure in Quel'Thalas before, but chose to leave the north and join us." Scarvell explained, "Then according to your statement, Quel'Thalas will definitely Decline?"
　　 "Without me, yes." Aristophanes nodded firmly.
　　 Looking at the self-confident elf mage, Scarvell understood why the Ebony Cold would choose him.
At this time, the human mage pointed to the staff floating behind him, "Did you see this guy? Since you came yesterday, it has been dangling and saying to look for you, no, I brought it early in the morning. ."
　　 Looking at that strangely shaped wand with arcane energy constantly overflowing, Aristophanes showed a curious look: "This is?"
"The Chill of Ebony, the staff used by the first guardian Alodi, has been passed down in Dalaran and the Council of Tirisfal ever since. The descendant of this generation is me, but I took over as the guardian. Ties also passed to me..."
　　 "So I don't need it anymore, right." Aristophane took the conversation.
"It's not useless. I originally wanted to select a suitable apprentice after returning from the slayer this time, and then pass on the ebony cold. As a result, somehow the ebony cold seems to have hit you. The magical aura of, I began to whimper and ask me to bring it to see you last night."
　　 Aristophanes is a bit unimaginable, how can a staff "whoop?"
"Okay, ebony, you can talk to him by yourself. After tossing so late last night, go back to catch up." Scarvell yawned, and then lifted his control of Ebony Cold. The staff swept the ground and flew in front of Aristophan.
　　 Aristophane stared at the famous artifact staff intently, leaving Scarvell alone, reaching out and holding the ice blue staff.
There was a cold aura around the staff. When Aristophane held it, he felt an ethereal brain. At the same time, a slight cold magic power rushed into his body along his arm, fusing with the flowing secret energy. together.
　　 "Do you want me to be your master?"
　　 The cold of black sandalwood flashed twice, another magical power melted into his body, and at the same time he felt a joyful emotion.
　　 "Okay," Aristophanes naturally couldn't refuse the magical artifact delivered to the door. He adjusted the secret energy in the collective and performed a small infusion ritual on the cold of black sandalwood.
With the infusion of his secret power, the appearance of Ebony Cold also changed. Unlike Uthalus who is unwilling to accept the energy in his body, Ebony Cold is very adapted to Aristophanes’ secret energy. It quickly became a new appearance of burning blue-violet flames, and sent out a happy mood.
　　 Aristophane released it, and saw the Ebony Chill flying around him quickly, and then floating quietly beside him.
　　 "Well, Ullalus changed the Ebony Chill, this is too much of a favor!" Aristophan stood up and walked back to his house with the floating Ebony Chill.
　　 As soon as he entered the house, the floating Ebony Chill seemed to have encountered a destined enemy and flew straight to Uthalus who was leaning against the wall. And Uzarus was not to be outdone, a green light flashed on his body, floating to the same height as the Ebony Chill, facing each other.
　　 Aristophanes ignored the fighting between Uthalus and Ebony Chill, and backhand took out a sky blue sealed box that had been prepared for a long time, engraved with complex magic texts, and inlaid with several arcane crystals. As the opposite of fel energy, the Arcane Seal is the best way to deal with it.
　　 Then he stretched out his hand to take down Uzarus who was floating in the air, regardless of his changes and struggling, placed it at the bottom of the box, and then activated the fixed magic circle inside the box.
　　 A burst of blue light flashed, and several small white chains with electric lights appeared around Usalus, tied it tightly, and the other end of the chain was firmly tied to the inner wall of the box.
　　 Aristophane glanced at the sickle one last time, then closed the lid and activated the blockade barrier above. The soft arcane blue light radiated from the crystal on the surface of the seal box, diluting the fel breath in the room.
　　 At this time, he was very happy to see the Ebony Cold he was operating. He flew to his side and knocked on the box lightly, and then a cheerful mood passed over.
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　　 In the afternoon, Aristophanes walked to yesterday's hall with the sealed box containing Uthalus, when the members of the Tirisfal Council had gathered there. Compared to yesterday, some wizards of various races also appeared scattered on the surrounding high platforms~EbookFREE.me~ After seeing the staff floating behind Aristophanes, many wizards opened their eyes. At the same time, there were whispers:
　　 "Look at that, isn't it?"
　　 "That's right, it should be Alodi-sama's staff."
　　 "Hey, he is really lucky."
　　 "How can the cold of Ebony recognize him as master?"
　　 "I don't recognize him and recognize you? Haven't you heard of him fighting against the devil with the Guardian? The strength of others is there."
　　 "That can't..."
　　 "Quiet!" Scavill quickly stood up and shouted after seeing the chaos in the venue, and the hall suddenly became quiet.
　　 "Scarville, this is Ucharus the Headwind Reaper. In exchange, I will accept the Ebony Chill." Aristophanes put the box on the table and pushed it over.
　　 Scarvell took it, and then mobilized magic power to open the seal. The onlookers turned pale after seeing the tied sickle, and quickly closed the lid to restart the seal.
　　 "Thank you for your generosity, Aristophanes."
　　 "Take what you need," Aristophan said, "what else?"
　　 "Well, don't you really consider joining us?" Scarville still wanted to persuade.
　　 "..." Aristophanes still shook his head, "No, Scarville, I have already told you the reason very clearly this morning."
　　 "Well, do you have any questions?"
　　 "There are some information I want to consult with you, but it seems that you will be busy next, I will go back first, and I will find you later in the evening." After finishing Aristophane, he walked out.