Fel doesn't lie to you

The desires of mortals are easy to control. Tenaris is indeed a wise king. Everything he does is to deal with everything that happens in this world.

But unfortunately, he is just a mortal.

He couldn't see more things, couldn't see the Burning Legion behind him, and their power.He just regarded this matter as a conflict between Alsace and a small person, and the most important thing was Sir Prestor, his valued son-in-law.

As for whether what the other party said was true, Tenaris didn't care too much, because he didn't think the other party would be a giant dragon hundreds of meters long.

"This is the limit of mortals."

Ser Prestor walked the road lightly and cheerfully.

"He is indeed a difficult opponent, but unfortunately, he is too old."

Regarding Tenaris, Sir Prestor knew very well that the other party trusted him at all now, as long as he gave the other party time, the other party would be able to detect the loopholes in his plan.

After all, magic is not omnipotent, even he can't arbitrarily cast charm spells on Tenaris, it can only increase his own affinity.

But it's a pity that at this point, the other party is just a mortal. A few years ago, he might be able to detect some of his own thoughts in the conversation, but now the other party...

Sorry, just a bad old man.

Sir Prestor is very proud, but he also has this capital, because he is one of the strongest forces in the world, so he can naturally look down on Tenaris.

After entering the portal opened by the court mage, Sir Prestor could feel that the other party looked at him unnaturally, but he didn't care.

After Li Ke leaves, he will almost leave here. At that time, Dalaran's words will not be so important.

And most importantly, he wanted to deal with that Ronin a little bit, the one who ruined his plan.

"Looks scared of me?"

Sir Prestor's laughter made the mage who opened the portal tremble, but he opened his own portal well.

He didn't know why Tenaris was unwilling to believe the words of the Dalaran messenger, that Sir Prestor was the famous Deathwing, but there was no doubt that he believed it.

However, watching Sir Prestor easily disappear into the portal he opened, the mage from Dalaran was also taken aback for a moment, because his ability is simply not enough to open a portal that allows dragons to pass through. Portal.

The more powerful people and things are, the harder it is to use the power of teleportation, and if it is used forcibly, it will cause disaster consequences.

But watching Sir Prestor Shi Shi ran out of the portal, the court mage couldn't help but had an idea in his heart.

"Is what he said true? Was it Deathwing who stole his identity?"

If the opponent is a dragon, then his portal will collapse, but obviously, when teleporting to the opponent, his own portal is very stable...

"Forget it, what do I worry about..."

The court mage shrugged. Anyway, Dalaran had already got the news. He was the mage who opened the portal, thinking so much about what to do.

Thus, the court mage turned around and stared at his apprentice.

A Lordaeron girl with a big ass.

However, just as Sir Prestor was going to where Li Ke was, an elf mage left Dalaran silently and went to a hidden place.

That's where a well-known mage lives.

But when the mage with bright red hair gnawed on the delicious bread made by his comrades-in-arms and looked up to see the elf mage appearing, he almost threw two fireballs the size of a millstone.

"Krassus! Why are you here again!"

He stood up in a hurry, wanting to hide in a place, but he immediately realized that he was wasting his efforts, not to mention the spell ability of the elf mage opposite, just after the opponent changed back to the prototype, he could Blow away the tavern they were in in one breath.

"Oh, Ronin, your performance really makes me sad."

Krasus still liked his apprentice very much, so when he saw that the other party wanted to avoid him like a cockroach, he was really sad for a moment.

"Come on less! Krasus! When you came to me, what happened?!"

Rhoning directly turned back, no matter whether he asked himself to investigate the Dragonmaw orc, or to investigate Sir Prestor, that is, Deathwing, he did not end well.

If it wasn't for his better luck, and the superb skills of his comrade-in-arms Vereesa, otherwise he would really die many times!

Krasus choked for a moment. He thought about his experience of looking for this apprentice, and found that from the perspective of a mortal, the experience the other party suffered was indeed not so wonderful.

"Well, it's a pity, but this time it's not a good thing."

Krasus' expression became serious, and Ronin put it down. He subconsciously picked it up, ready to smash it at the stool of his former mentor and former boss.

And Krasus saw that Ronin had calmed down, so he told the information he got from the insider in Dalaran.

"Deathwing is back, and appears to be trying to convince King Tenaris that you're wanted."

"puff!!!"

The bread in Rhonin's mouth spewed out suddenly, making the elves who made these delicious bread frowned, but because she was in front of Krasus, she didn't say much.

"wait……"

Ronin covered his head, and stretched out his hand to Krasus.

"I'm pretty sure that I have revealed Deathwing's identity, right? Given the relationship between Dalaran and His Highness Tenaris, he should be directly exposed, right?"

The red-haired mage felt that his head was hurting, he couldn't figure out why such troublesome things always haunted him, and every time it was the dragon's business——

The most important thing is that every time it is the bastard Krasus!
"Actually, this is what I'm wondering about, because the news from my insider in Dalaran is that Sir Prestor not only has a completely human body, but he can easily pass through a crappy mage. The opened portal. Therefore, many people are willing to believe that the other party was stolen by Deathwing, after all, this is really not difficult."

Rhonin froze in place, the information inside explained a lot of things, because it was impossible for Deathwing to pass through the portal opened by the crappy mage Krasus said.

But obviously, neither Krasus nor himself felt that the other party was not Deathwing.

"so?"

The red-haired mage sighed and asked Krasus.

"I need your help, Ronin."

Krasus smiled, and added something when the other party and the silver-haired elf beside the other party frowned.

"Of course, there is Miss Vereesa's help."