White Tower Town, Floating Tower.

After the contract was signed at the royal court, the road was paved, and if it continued to develop normally, the history that Shane wanted to change was changed by half. So his life went back to normal, teaching, practicing, refining his arcane arts.

"When you came back, I felt a lot more at ease," the perceptive Wen Leisha noticed that her man was a little different. She looked for a meal and said with her chin propped up.

"It's a lot more reassuring, one-tenth of my life's goals have been accomplished, although it is a small point, but it proves that my path is feasible, and the timeline is not as serious as I thought."

What Shane said, Wen Leisha couldn't understand it all, but the girl smiled and nodded affirmatively: "I also feel that I am on the right path." “

Wen Leisha is currently the Ranger Lord of a group of Red Sun Guards, with four spider-shaped puppets, sixty-three rangers, and one hundred chocobos.

"The Chiyang Guards are claiming to be your guards, the Chiyang Guards, the White Tower Guards, and the rangers are the proud names that the Northland militia came up with to distinguish them." She has integrated into the life of the Red Sun Guards and is happy to talk about herself.

After the trip to Silvermoon City, the expansion of the Red Sun Guard will not be restricted by money, and Sean has money. With the sale of prospecting rights, he received a large sum of money, which he invested in the construction of the Chiyang Guard, the renovation of the floating tower, and the payment of debts owed by the last development of the Northland.

The Chiyang Guard has five battle groups, three hundred and thirty rangers, mainly heavy equipment, which distinguishes the rest of the kingdom's ranger troops. Sylvanas, the Elven Gate Guard, commander of the Patrol Cavalry Regiment, military commander of the Wraith Lands. Sometimes I passed by Shane and complained to him that the equipment of the Red Sun Guard was too luxurious, and her subordinates wanted it too.

But. It's not Shane's business to equip Sylvanas' men, it's up to the Council to allocate funds. When Sylvanas heard that Silvermoon City was asking for a grant, she wisely chose to sigh.

During this period, encouraged by Shane's increased voice in the Parliament, good news came from all directions about the smooth career of the White Tower Council.

In the waters between the Northland and Quel'Salas, there are two more elven ships sailing. And two more had keels laid on the slipway.

He adheres to his bad taste, the wind of the north, the dawn of the north, the thunder of the north, the sound and electricity are of course indispensable.

Things are straightened out in the north.

"But isn't Shane's purpose to be south?" Wen asked curiously, all of what Shane was doing so far revolved around the Northlands.

"Things to the South" Shane is stuck in a reflection of how history will happen, and there are two landmark events, one is the death of Medivan, the Fallen Guardian. Azeroth inadvertently survived a starburst crisis, one in the Stormwind Kingdom, where the king died in an assassination and the king was captured by the orcs. Stormwind is down, and it won't be long before the orcs reach Quel'Thalas.

However, people can only wake up those who are willing to wake up, and the elves are still dreaming beautiful dreams and do not want to wake up. The information about the orcs recorded in the south, including Gul'dan, was in Shane's hands. Wait for the right time to play as a hand. "Wen Leisa, sometimes you have to work your own until the time comes." "Do it yourself? Shane, I'll help you. Things you have to do. Don't worry, I'll help us take care of this home," the girl said proudly, smiling on her face.

"Then you, how about bringing two more battle groups?" Shane consulted that the size of the Red Sun Guard needed to be expanded, with three more battle groups. Twelve puppets, corresponding rangers and equipment.

Wen Leisha shook her head again and again, there was no merit and no qualifications, and the girl didn't want to be an elf who relied on connections to be promoted in the eyes of others.

"In my ability. I don't think I'll lose to my sisters one day. Wen Leisha said.

Shane was amazed and proud of the girl.

Winresa goes to the army, and Sean contacts the mentor when she's alone. He was in the White Tower, straightening things out, sending orders to his subordinates everywhere, and spending his free time refining the arcane, wasting time was a sin for the arcanist. He has paved the way for the development of the race, and it is time to pursue his own development: Shane's personal ideal, reaching the highest place of the world's arcane secrets. Advancing to the Nine Rings became Shane's goal for the next stage of his life.

In the long practice, he has gained some experience in promotion, but it is not necessarily right. The mentor has been promoted to the eighth ring for a long time, so you can ask him about his experience and increase his own understanding.

"The promotion of the Eight Rings to the Nine Rings was still a vague feeling a few years ago," the mentor said reminiscingly, "After the day of the world fluctuations, my feelings became clearer and clearer, and the key to the Nine Rings was single-mindedness, single-mindedness in the arcane. The feeling of being in love with the arcane, and nothing else. But it doesn't mean you can do it, Shane, go for it. I look forward to you surpassing me. ”

However, Shane's comprehension was purification, purifying his own arcane, and when purifying it to the point where arcane was as natural as breathing, the Nine Rings succeeded. He needed a period of purification, and divinity, wonderful divinity in every sense of the word, the power to penetrate into the inner workings of the rules of the world.

"Then try to explore alone," the mentor smiled at Sean, "Now all I can pass on to you is my experience." Sometimes, loneliness is also a strength, it will make you recognize yourself, and the essence of the promotion of an arcane master is a process of recognizing yourself. “

Shane had long known that arcane in the transcendent world was subjective, and it was a means for the arcanist to change the objective world from his own subjective perspective.

"The consciousness of solitude is to be alone, with no distractions, and the mind and brain have nothing but love for the arcane and nothing else." The Mentor continued, smirking evilly, "You need a practice that no one disturbs, and neither can the little girls of the Windrunners, you must be able to endure it. “

Communicating with the Mentor's Terminal, Sean had decided to do so, and his most important requirements for the arcane had not changed. Moreover, during the training period, it was the time when the White Tower Council came into play, and he did not need to worry about his previous career.

"Erecia," Shane called out his paperwork.

The petite female clerk immediately arrived in the communication circle.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"To convey my decision: I am going to carry out a training that truly belongs to the Arcanist, and that the government and mundane affairs will be handled by the statutes of the Council of the White Tower, and the time is uncertain."

…… There was silence on the other end of the communication array for a second before a tremor responded.

The Kingdom of Quel'Salas is an arcane kingdom, and the personal strength of the leadership is the cornerstone of maintaining the peace of the country. Arcane Master Impact is the highest first-order spellcasting level since the beginning of the record, and it is a relatively significant event.

'The position of the White Tower cannot be shaken,' Elesiana held her mood and sent her voice in a gentle voice through the communication circle, and the White Tower's strongholds were all over the place. (To be continued.) )

PS: I finally know why the ancients kept filial piety for three years, and I couldn't understand it without experiencing it, and I experienced grief.