Two years later, the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, Farstrider Camp, No. 3 Agricultural Experimental Field.

"Miss Miluen, please unleash some natural forces on the seeds here."

"Okay, Freywin."

The dryad standing on the edge of the field stretched out her hand, and a bunch of green natural energy flew out of her hand and penetrated into the ground. Numerous green buds sprang out from the soil, and at the same time, small green flowers bloomed, flashing above With blue lines.

"Is that enough, Frewin?"

"Enough is enough, Miss Miluen, trouble you." The elf botanist happily looked at the land in front of him, and replied hurriedly.

At this time, some butterflies were attracted by the flowers and danced gracefully during the period, and her sight was also attracted by some small animals attracted by natural energy.

Miluen raised a cute bird to her eyes and touched it lightly with her nose.

It climbed onto her shoulders and disappeared into the green hair. After a while, the blue and green bird crawled out of her head, and Miluen had a loving smile on her mouth.

"Mirune!"

At this moment, there was a shout from a distance, and Milune turned around and looked at the elf walking towards him.

"Miss Sylvanas, what's the matter?" Milune asked while teasing the critters around him.

Some small animals shivered with awe at the murderous spirit of the Elf Ranger, but Miluen quickly comforted them.

"Although I have only read it in books before, and have seen it many times in the past two years, I will still be surprised." Sylvanas looked at the small animals around Milun with some envy.

"This is all normal!" Milune slowly straightened out the turquoise feathers of the little bird.

"Have you finished your work?"

"Well, it should be done." Milhun scratched her cheek.

"What do you mean? Frewin, is Miluen's work done?"

"Ah, Miss Sylvanas, you are here!" Freywin turned his attention away from the sprouting green sprouts, and then replied, "Miss Miluen’s mission has been completed. Just leave it to me and the apprentices."

"Let's go, Milune, I said yes last week, and I will take you to my house today."

"Ah? Okay, does your brother go with us?"

"Aristophane? He has been with Remulos these days and seems to be developing some spells, we don't care about him."

Sylvanas finished speaking and pulled Miluen and left the test field.

On the other side, Aristophanes, Farodin, and Remulos were discussing something in front of a fruit forest. The turquoise fruits were dotted among the leaves, which looked mysterious and beautiful.

"Falodin, the cultivation technology of green fruit trees has been completely completed, and our understanding of Acandor has improved."

"Yes, thanks to your help with Remulos." Farodin sighed.

Aristophane shook his head slightly, and Remulos released a rejuvenation technique to the fruit tree in front of him: "Then what are you going to do next?"

"I plan to return to Suramar," Farodin said. "Those Fadorees became like that after all because of me. I want to see if there is any way to get them back to their original state."

"It's not easy to reverse the effects of Acandor, Farodin."

"I have to try it out, right," Farodin replied with a smile, "It's you, but I heard that Silvermoon City is very dissatisfied with your interactions with us people, thinking you betrayed them!"

"Tsk, don't worry about them," Aristophanes waved his hand. "A bunch of clowns, they dare to provoke me and be prepared to go."

"All right, anyway, if you know it in your mind, let's go, go back and clean up and I will set off."

Aristophanes and Remulos nodded, and the three turned and walked towards the fortress.

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It is another year's Landing Festival, and the Farstrider Fortress routine begins to celebrate, but this time there are many more "non-staff personnel."

"Aristophane, here we are, Lord Remulos, hello."

"Hello, Sylvanas Windrunner. Miluen, my sister, how are you doing? Hard work?"

Miluen glanced at Aristophane shyly and shook her head to answer Remulos’s question: "Remulos, I’m fine, Sylvanas and Freywin take care of me. The environment here It’s also great, especially those little deer and beautiful birds."

"Well, Remulos, how long have you been here, why are you still worried that I will arrange an inappropriate job for you?" Then he turned his head and arranged for one person and one dryad to sit on the grass behind him. A red and white tablecloth.

They chatted and watched. In a short while, more and more elves appeared on the grass in front of them. Most of them were the rangers stationed in the fortress and the farmers in the northern fields. They brought their families and chatted, looking forward to the evening. Fireworks.

At the same time, the other guardians of the jungle and the Dryads that Remulos led were sitting with Frewen and other agricultural experts and apprentices, chatting and eating.

"I don't know what happened to Farodin." Remulos took a bite of the fruit in his hand and sighed as he watched the setting sun. "

"It shouldn't be a big problem. He contacted Talissa. In the letter sent to me by the chief arcanist, Rodin is now working with the botanist Telan in Suramar to study Acandor. Some amazing results."

Remulos nodded: "Farodin is a very thoughtful druid. Perhaps he can't match Malfurion and Fandral in casting spells, but he understands the role of natural energy in plant growth. He is even higher than the two arch druids."

Miluen was teasing the uninvited animals, and Sylvanas listened with interest to the conversation between Aristophanes and Remulos, but soon they were talking beyond The range of understanding of the ranger.

"If you want to balance natural energy and arcane energy, you must find the right life essence and infuse it into Akan'dor during its growth~lightnovelpub.net~ but in Azeroth , Unless you can enter the Emerald Dream, you will never find the right essence."

After so many years of research, Aristophane also understood that his idea of ​​opportunistically using natural spells to replace the essence of life was incorrect. If he wanted to successfully plant Akandor, he had to find other ways.

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry anyway," Aristophane was holding a transparent crystal glass, the purple liquor was illuminated by the fireworks blooming in the sky, and Miluen and Sylvanas cheered behind him. the sound of.

He smiled and relaxed, enjoying the bright fireworks with everyone.

At this time, Anasteria was staying alone on the Isle of Quel'Danas, facing the magical sunwell, silently absorbing the pure magic that escaped from it.

"Huh, the line is finally clean." His Majesty opened his eyes slowly, and the blue arcane fire burned in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, time is almost up." Salorian walked in with Quelcella behind his back.

Anasteria nodded, holding the flame strike on her waist with one hand, and taking the manuscript handed to him by Salorian, and walked out of the hall.

Salorian followed closely behind.

The two returned to Silvermoon City through the teleportation array. After the Sunfury Tower read their blessings, the grand celebration officially kicked off.

Looking at the parade in front of her and the happy faces of the elves, Anastria exclaimed, "What a wonderful life, Salorian."

"Yes Your Majesty."

Anasteria stared at the fireworks. The shouts of the elves came from the air. He also seemed to be infected by the atmosphere, his face became firmer, and clenched his fists: "For Quel'Thalas!"