Although the king intended to summon him, it was clear that Dinen could not go alone. He'd have to wait a few more days until the others finish their work here.

Dineen tried to find something to do for herself. After a long trip, he approached Gianna and asked if he could visit the Great Library in Dalaran.

"That's fine. There are a few mages who have been wanting to ask you for details about the Dreadlord, and as part of the reward, you can borrow a badge from them and go through the portal to Laran, which they have maintained for the purpose of transporting equipment. Gianna gave him the idea, "But how did you come up with the idea to go to school?" ”

Dinen shrugged. It's a bit of a twist and turn. In fact, he just wanted to see what was going on with Tirio and the three boys at first. In the past few days, Tirio has been working with Finn to organize militias to clean up the rubble, rebuild destroyed buildings, and help families in need. He was tried only by the top officials of Stratholme, and only rumors were heard by the civilians. After the catastrophe caused by the undead, the orcs are no longer the most feared threat, and no one is interested in risking the bridge of their noses broken by the surviving City Guard soldiers to gossip. Thus, Tirio soon earned a high reputation among these people with his integrity, steadfastness, and light.

And after the boys contributed to this disaster, they have enough confidence and confidence to ask for some responsibility for the adults. Renault – and not Tyran, much to everyone's surprise – showed great leadership skills, not only organizing and managing the children of Stratholme, but even helping the militia with less important things.

"At first I just asked them to comfort the orphans. Several of the soldiers wanted to make a joke when they heard Renault telling them stories about the capture of the spy, and they echoed his words and saluted him. Tirio said to Dinen as he looked at Renault, who was shouting orders on the other side of the street. The sweat beads on the boy's face were glistening, but the gesture of waving his arms was quite imposing, "The kids thought it was cool, and then Renault seized the opportunity to assign each of them a rank." After that afternoon, their discipline became strict. ”

"He convinced everyone that they were a good community, which gave the orphans a sense of belonging and helped them forget the pain of losing their parents for a while." Fein motioned for Tirio to eat his sandwich, picked up the conversation himself, and continued to explain to Dinein, "Then he used his marching drill to attract more children to join him. Parents are busy and willing to take some of the burden off, at least now they know where to find their children.

"He's had a few fights when the numbers got bigger, but now it's all on track. I have to say, this guy did a decent job, and there are some things I haven't even heard of. I don't know where he learned this. ”

Hearing him say this, Dineen laughed. While teaching the boys ziplining and downhill, he once mentioned a few things about his experience in the army, and Renault took it seriously and kept looking for opportunities to ask him about it. As a former mercenary who was drafted into the army, Dineen knows how to quickly train a novice into a qualified soldier. However, even he was amazed that Renault was able to apply the experience he had been instilled so quickly.

Dinen didn't bother them for long, for everyone here was busy, but they all refused to let him help, and from time to time someone came to show his gratitude, much to his annoyance. Before leaving, Finn recommended him the best blacksmith shop in the city, and asked Dinen to find some suitable weapons and armor there, and leave the expenses to him. Dinen didn't refuse, knowing that Fein would most likely become the next lord of the city. Both Arthas and the Silver Hand had a good impression of him, and the devastated local nobles no longer had the courage to protest against this unconventional promotion, after all, what was happening here was not traditional. Therefore, he is fully qualified to express his gratitude to Dinen on behalf of the Stratholme.

The blacksmith welcomed him warmly. He told Dineen that he had a half-finished set of plate armor on hand, but that the noble customer he had ordered had died in the disaster. Dinen didn't care about these details, crafting a suit of armor was much longer and more complicated than a weapon, and he had the skills but not the time and energy to start from scratch.

He personally revised some of the key parts and then handed the rest of the menial work back to the blacksmith to do. Dineen had intended to be fully equipped with the weapons, but the quality of the finished products in the shop was about the same as the two swords he had used. As long as he thought of the feeling of metal shattering under his hands, Dineen couldn't help but frown. A warrior who has lost his weapon is like a toothless tiger, and he doesn't want to go through it again.

Borrowing the blacksmith's furnace and materials, Dineen tried it himself, but due to the limited materials, the results were also unsatisfactory. But once again, the hammer and anvil helped him to calm his agitation and clear his chaotic thoughts. By the time he finished the grinding process, his stiff muscles had completely stretched out from sleeping too long, and he had a good idea in his head to solve the problem.

However, there is still some preparatory work that needs to be done before the action can be made. Following Gianna's instructions, Dinen travels to the central area to find out more about the mages.

Despite the cursory treatment, the atmosphere in this area is bleak. There are frightening traces on the roads, and the houses along the way are so lifeless that there are barely any people to be seen. After this catastrophe, the surviving nobles refused to return to their mansions without exception. They locked the door, took their families, and spent the night in a small room in the church with their most precious possessions.

The only place that has any life is the small square where Dineen once fought. The mages gathered there to conduct their research. The remains of the Dreadlord have been incinerated by the paladins with holy light. However, Dinen knew that it was useless, the demon's soul had long since returned to the Twisted Void, and when it was summoned to invade the physical realm again, it would still have a new body for it to drive.

The floor of the plaza has been leveled as much as possible, and the crater left by the explosion of the portal has been surrounded by observation and experimental equipment. Several telescope-like devices were scattered throughout, and in the area they were made of, the air turned lilac, and countless cracks spread in all directions, some of which were even wide enough to glimpse the void. From time to time, a bolt of energy burst out of it, and then it stood still in the air like a flying insect caught in a spider's web, and was sucked into a device on the side.

Everyone in the room seemed to have something to do, except for one standing quietly in the middle, his hands clasped on his abdomen. He was tall and thin, almost the size of an elf, and covered his face with a hood. Dinen walked silently and leisurely, his posture blending naturally into the crowd, and even the busy crowd did not notice him passing by. But as soon as he approached, the other party immediately turned around, as if he had known about his arrival.

"I'm Dinen Ellund. I've heard that there are people here who want to talk to me. ”

"That's me. I am Crassus, the archmage of the Kenrito Council. ”

Dineen raised an eyebrow.

"Cleos......" he said slowly, deliberately prolonging the end of the note, sounding as if he had confused the other person's name, and as if he had only finished halfway through the sentence.

The shadow cast by the hood obscured the mage's face tightly, making it difficult to see if his expression had changed. He calmly corrected: "It's Crassus." ”

"Crassus." Dinen repeated it clearly, then smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency the Archmage. I believe we all need each other's help. ”

"What do you need?"

"I'd like to go to the big library in Dalaran and find some materials." Before Crassus could speak, Dineen added, "Of course, I'm not interested in Kenrito's secrets. As long as you haven't included the history and folklore of the Seven Kingdoms in your secrets, the part that is currently open to everyone should be able to meet my needs. ”

"That's fine, you can do it at any time." Crassus nodded, "Would you mind talking to me first?" ”

"Of course, I'm not in a hurry."

Crassus held out a hand and motioned for Dinen to come with him. They walked side by side through the crowd, and this time Dineen was finally noticed. The apprentices scattered as they looked at him in what they thought were hidden.

As they stepped out of the distance where the others would hear them, Crassus began to ask questions. He inquired about the details of the Dreadlord, and then cleverly brought the conversation to the necromancer. Dinen knew it but didn't mind, and told him everything he knew about the undead.

There was one thing that even the other five members of the Council of Six did not know, but Dineen knew it very well. Crassus, also known as Claiostraz, is the youngest consort of the Red Dragon Queen. The Red Dragons have been entrusted with the responsibilities of the Titans' guardians, watching over the many lives of Azeroth for endless years. The existence of the undead is a grave desecration of life forms, and the Red Dragon will not stand idly by with regard to it. In this regard, they are naturally allies who share Dinein's position. If he hadn't met the Red Dragon Mage here, Dinin would have made a special trip to visit him.

"You have a surprisingly good understanding of our enemies, Lord Ellund." When the Q&A was over, Crassus commented.

Dineen smiled wildly, "I have a long personal vendetta with them. He glanced at the mage for the honorific, but the damn hood still made it impossible for him to return.

"So your suggestion is very valuable." Crassus didn't seem to notice his movements, "If the number of undead is as high as you might expect, we're going to face a tough battle. ”

"Any prediction of the power of the undead will ultimately prove to be an underestimate." "They are not bound by race when they expand their forces. All flesh and blood can be transformed into war machines for them to drive. It is not enough to thwart the Scourge Legion's large-scale invasion of the continent, we must, and we must go to Northrend as soon as possible, and destroy the masterminds behind all this. ”

"I'll relay your advice in its entirety and urge them to be as prepared as possible." "But I can't guarantee that everyone will immediately realize the danger and respond in the way you want." ”

Dinen let out a gruntled grunt, knowing that what Crassus said was true. It was only after the incessant wars and intermittent world disasters that the bureaucracy within the Union was curtailed, but it was far from being completely eliminated. There are always too many people who want to speak up in the face of a crisis and believe that they are the right one. The only reason Dinen could refrain from smashing their heads one by one was that doing so would only cause more chaos.

They were silent for a moment, and then Crassus spoke again, "Forgive my curiosity, but," he said, pointing his hand to Dinein's chest, "those seem to be dragon teeth." ”

"It's the teeth of the black dragon." Dinen explained. Even though the Black Dragons had long since fallen and were on par with the other dragons, it was still a bit offensive to do so. He remembered how he felt when he saw the trolls using human skulls as ornaments, so he took off the necklace and held it in his hand. After the dragon's teeth were no longer clinging to his skin, the surrounding elements suddenly came alive slightly, "As you can see, I didn't wear them as trophies. The properties of these teeth are able to isolate me from the elements. ”

He could feel Crassus staring at him intently for a while. "I see." The Red Dragon Mage finally said, "I see. ”

His voice was always steady and rational, but at this time it was a little more emotional. Dinen felt a little embarrassed about the situation, so he shrugged his shoulders and tried to slip the necklace into his pocket. But Crassus continued: "I have noticed that they do not seem to be able to completely suppress your ...... Ability. ”

"Barely enough." Dineen couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so he could only answer dryly. When making this necklace, he tested it and selected a sufficient number of dragon teeth. However, a small part was lost in the previous battle, and it is likely that it was swallowed into the ground. Fortunately, after Drektar's training, Dineen can still control this part for the time being.

"If you don't mind, I've got some more effective gear to curb this."

Dinen blinked, thinking he understood what Crassus meant. He didn't know if it was due to the sentimentality of the individual or to a more rational need. But he does need to be more focused in future battles.

"I'm penniless now, Your Excellency Archmage." "If you don't think it's a disadvantage to just get these dragon teeth," he said, "I'm happy to accept your offer." ”

Although he couldn't see it, a feeling led him to believe that Crassus was smiling: "It's not a deal. I just wanted to show my gratitude for the help I could in any way I could. ”

This was a bit of a surprise to Dining: "Thank you for what?" "Kill the black dragon, or provide information on the undead?

"I'm afraid it's not the time yet." Crassus said meaningfully, "But you'll find out later." ”

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