Krasus was actually a little nervous. As one of the male dragons who admired Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, his heart was broken when his queen was captured and the entire Red Dragon Army was controlled and enslaved by the filthy Beastmen.
As an ancient red dragon, Alexstrasza's influence on his mind was not as great as that of other low-level red dragons. The premise here was that he did not contact the queen telepathically.
In fact, many ancient red dragons avoided being enslaved by the Beastmen by deliberately avoiding telepathic contact.
But recently, even without direct contact, Krasus could feel that his beloved queen was inevitably weakening, both mentally and physically.
This was a bad sign.
Krasus was very anxious.
He contacted Duque to see what Duque needed. Secondly, he wanted to see if this Duque, who was known as the strongest commander in the Alliance and had almost earned the title of "Mastermind," had any special information or ideas. After all, he had lost contact with the Red Dragon Army and could only guess a lot of things.
"I don't have any accurate information."
Almost as soon as Duque finished speaking, Krasus' face was filled with disappointment that could hardly be concealed.
"I see."
Duke looked at Krasus' seemingly calm but incomparably disappointed expression. He stopped teasing Krasus. "But there's still a direction."
"Huh? Can you tell me? "
"I once witnessed Her Majesty Alexstrasza's heroism in Karazhan. So, from the beginning, I did not think that ordinary creatures could control the incomparably powerful Her Majesty. "
"Makes sense." Krasus nodded.
"So, I flipped through the ancient books of Karazhan and found this record about the dragons. This is a very long story. In the ancient war, the races of Azeroth, led by the Pentashade Guardian, united to resist the invasion of the Burning Legion. The Pentashade Guardian even created an extremely powerful divine artifact that killed all the millions of demons of the Burning Legion in one go … "
When Duque said this, Krasus could not help but breathe faster. As the Red Dragon Queen's youngest admirer, as a young dragon, he had not experienced that earth-shattering battle. However, this did not prevent him from learning about it from his elders.
Speaking of the war, there was one thing that couldn't be avoided. It was something that shamed the entire Dragon race — the [Dragon Soul], or more precisely, the [Devil Soul].
"I knew it was [Devil's Soul]!" Krasus said through gritted teeth. Then he realized that he was too excited. "Sorry, I was too excited. However, as an ally of the Red Dragon Army for more than a thousand years, it's a cruel thing for us to fight the Red Dragons. "
Duque smiled and pretended to understand. He continued, "Of course, this is just speculation. I wasn't sure. After all, I had to see the real thing to know. However, what I'm thinking is that if it's the Demon's Soul, I have to inform the other Dragon Kings to deal with this matter because I'm worried that this is a conspiracy by the Wing of Death, Nesario. "
The speaker had the intention, and the listener had the intention.
Even if a certain Red Dragon still didn't know that the other party was a transmigrator who was even more of a fraud than a fraud, it still didn't prevent a certain dragon from having a good impression of Fraud Du.
Krasus became more and more certain that Duque had a very good chance of successfully saving Alexstrasza.
"Marcus, what are you going to do?"
Du shrugged. "I'll just play it by ear."
This answer made Krasus want to vomit blood. If it were someone else, Krasus would have definitely slapped them into the wall with [Dragon Claw Swipe].
However, the one in front of him was Duque, known as the most far-sighted and wisest sage and commander in the entire Alliance.
Moreover, because the real dragons had an almost infinite lifespan, he had more spare time than other Great Mages to study trivial matters, such as the rise of Duque. Krasus found that Duque had the temperament of a fraud. In particular, Duque's ability to see through appearances was even rarer.
The conspiracy that the Burning Legion's Shaman had painstakingly hidden for hundreds of years was actually seen through by a young man. If this wasn't talent, then what was it?
Even though it was a bit irrational, Krasus's intuition told him that betting on Duque was the right choice.
Krasus bowed deeply to Duque. "Thank you for your frankness, sir. You didn't have to tell me at all."
"No, no, no. You're also half a master to Rhonin. I'm just telling you not to worry."
"Rhonin …" Krasus felt a bit strange when Rhonin was mentioned. Even though he had been secretly training Rhonin so that he could master the technique of sneaking into Grim Batol, he still felt strange when Duque suddenly asked for him.
He forgot that a fraud was a fraud!
"Sorry, actually, I dreamt of Rhonin and Her Majesty Alexstrasza. I think this is a sign from the Goddess of Fate. I did some research, and it turns out that there really is a Mage named Rhonin in the Dalajan, so I … Well, that … That's it. If you don't think it's suitable, I can give up on summoning Mage Rhonin. "
Krasus was dumbfounded, but he soon accepted it.
A sign of fate!
Such a high-end and mysterious power. When Krasus connected the fact that Duque had miraculously defeated Sargeras, he couldn't help but wonder if Duque was the so-called Child of Fate.
"Alright, it just so happens that Rhonin committed a crime. Even though he's currently in detention and under investigation, he's probably willing to use this method to prove himself. Not to mention that he's working with the Alliance's hero, Duke Marcus. I just hope that he won't be so careless and drag you down with him. "
"Don't worry! I'm very good at instant casting [Ice Barrier]! "
Krasus was speechless.
The matter was settled.
Half an hour later, in a room in a side tower of Violet Castle.
A Mage was waiting for his latest punishment.
He looked about him with boredom.
There was a brocade hanging on the thick stone wall in front of him. The violet area in the middle was embroidered with a complicated golden eye that seemed to be able to see through everything in the world. Below the eye were three golden daggers pointing to the ground. This flag of the Dalajan, this symbol, had always been raised high during the war, fulfilling their mission to protect the Alliance, even though not every Kirin Tor member fulfilled their mission with honor.
He was a little anxious because the latest news was that he was actually connected to one of the Alliance's two heroes, Duke Marcus.
He wasn't sure if this was a blessing.
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