The alchemy potion was modified by Patrick, and this batch was for Sylvanas to support the army on the front line, and the council completed the purchase in Silvermoon City, and then handed it over to the front line of the Wraith Lands.

Some of the materials are made into alchemical potions by the Sun Temple, and the healing potions that Patrick is now making are much more effective than the red pills distributed by the council, and after completion, you can submit a quotation to the council, and the prices of various goods in Quel'Salas are still relatively stable, but the labor costs can still be earned.

The current strength of the Tower of Sunlight is weak, and the four mages who stayed in the tower are basically only responsible for the basic work of the tower, and the task assigned to them by Patrick is at most three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, which is not very actively completed.

This has become a habit of elves, and you can't force it, so you can only take it slowly.

Patrick already has a plan for the future, there are many enemies in the future, and the entire Azeroth enemy is around, starting from Medivan's possession, the orc invasion, the Wormmen, the Scourge Legion, the Burning Legion, the Elder God, Deathwing, the Nightmare War, the Twilight War, etc., countless villains have come and gone, working hard to destroy Azeroth (yes, just trying. ）。

In order to gain enough political weight in the major forces of Azeroth in the future, if you want to have a certain voice on an equal footing, strength is an indispensable indicator, and none of those enemies in the future will be easy to match.

The night of the Sun Temple is not as good as the Yongge Forest, the night here is obviously much colder, the defensive barrier of the Sun Temple is propped up, the magic lights on the elf streets are flashing at night, the nightlife of the elves is very colorful, the party of the rangers below is in full swing, many male elves hug the female elves and talk about how they are heroic and how to kill the enemy, and the female elves are also blushing and looking at the male elves around them.

The sound of the wind swayed between the peaks of Sunmark Peak, and Patrick looked up at the brilliant starry sky, the stars and the moon were shining, and the same was true of the night sky that he once saw on Earth. In the past, the ancients used to say that they saw things and thought about them, but now I also feel the feelings of the ancients, thinking about relatives and friends who are far away in the world, and even no longer in the same universe. The former classmate and friend, the former little playmate, "alas" is now only a sigh.

The more I think about it, the more angry I become, no matter how I think about it, it should be the fault of Alan Yuesheng.

[Why is it my fault, besides, didn't you want to travel to Azeroth before, don't you think that this place is full of beautiful women and has extraordinary powers? It stands to reason that you should thank me. Alan immediately came out and shook the pot.

"I'm just Shu Fa Emotion, what are you doing out again?" Nima, who had just created a little atmosphere, was ruined by this old antique.

[I'm just soothing my emotions, what?] 】

Okay, you've won the game.

The starlight sprinkled, the light fell on the surrounding magic trees, and the golden leaves accompanied by the mountain breeze complemented the elves who were partying around them, which was also a beautiful day.

The knowledge of magic is in the understanding, perception, and mastery of all kinds of energy in the world, so the spells that can most intuitively reflect the effect of arcane magic are in those ordinary spells, and the mages of the low ring often have insufficient spiritual power, and can only directly control the formation of spells through magic, and this process requires a mage to have a complete level of understanding of magical energy.

Each sigil represents the mage's arcane understanding; Each pattern contains the mage's arcane pursuit; Each incantation speaks of the world's arcane truths.

"Chief Patrick, General Sylvanas has come to draw troops, and needs the Mage Tower to prepare some of their armaments." Quirintis's voice came.

Patrick teleports directly into the hall and meets Sylvanas.

"Good day, General Sylvanas!" Patrick nodded.

"Good day, Chief Patrick. This time, as usual, it was a change of guard for some of the ranger troops, and at the same time the supply of the front-line camps. Sylvanas was already seated in the hall, holding a cup of tranquilizing tea in her hand, her bright red lips lightly leaving lip prints on the cup.

"The supplies have already been prepared, and I have made corrections to the formulas of some of the potions, and the medical effects of the potions have been enhanced." Patrick took out the potent potion he had prepared and gave it to Sylvanas to confirm.

Sylvanas gently opened the cap, poured out a little potion, and tried it slightly.

"It's a very good potion, you added Sun Grass and Blind Grass, right? I don't know how you did it, but it's impressive to purify the Sun Grass and Blind Grass and fuse them into the original potion. Chief Patrick, you can enter the Sun Temple, which is a blessing for the frontline troops. Sylvanas said.

It is not a loss to the military governor of the Ghost Land, and he can know in a small bite that Sun Grass and Blind Grass have been added to the original potion. Patrick looked at Sylvanas, the elf's collarbone exposed, a little eye-catching.

"It's true that Sun Grass and Blind Grass have been added, what does General Sylvanas think of this potion?"

"It's very good, the healing ability of the potion has improved a lot, and the effect is much faster than the original potion." Sylvanas was satisfied, and directly called a few ranger soldiers to start carrying the goods, and then handled the delivery with Quirintis.

"He is an excellent mage, hardworking and enthusiastic." Sylvanas looked at Patrick and thought.

Patrick continued to study.

Sigils are produced at the tip of the pen, immersed in the sea of arcane, and Patrick completely forgets that something else exists.

Spells leap onto the arcane paper, connected to arcane sigils, and each spell is the essence of the spell that Patrick has summarized. More and more spells and runes were written, Patrick's wisdom was condensed on the paper, and the beauty of the arcane energy was fascinating.

The spiritual power began to diffuse, and the energy filled these papers, and the sigils and incantations on them jumped to the ground, and the sigils jumped out of the paper, freely deconstructed, and freely combined, forming a string of new combinations of sigil incantations, and the arcane wisdom was sublimating and advancing to form new arcane knowledge, and then transmitted back to Patrick's sea of consciousness.

Arcane enchanted Patrick, a pale blue energy that enchanted every elf. The new combination of runes and spells was absorbed by Patrick, and the runes were carved into the brain, memorized, understood, and then mastered.

The rune spells in the air began to disappear, Patrick's mental power fell, carefully remembering the new knowledge in his mind, Patrick rubbed his eyes, and his mental power held the teapot to pour himself a cup of tranquilizing flower tea, intending to take a little rest, the study just now consumed a lot of mental power, Patrick's expression was a little tired.