In the quiet woods, the sunlight casts on the ground through the dense branches, leaving speckled light and shadow. Birds chirp in the branches, and their voices are crisp and loud. At a time when the clouds of war are about to cover the whole world, nature still maintains its peace and tranquility.

And at this moment, a figure slowly walked out of the forest.

It was a slender traveler, with a cloak on his head, covering all his face, and he could not see the specific appearance, and he walked slowly through the woods, and the boots under his feet rustled the fallen leaves, adding a different atmosphere to the quiet woods, and making the green world much more lively.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and I saw that the traveler walking in the forest suddenly stopped, looked at the beautiful scenery around him and sighed slightly.

"After following me for so long, it's almost time for you to come out!"

The traveler slowly took off his cloak, revealing his long blond hair and pointed ears underneath, and shouted in a direction behind him.

The surroundings were silent, and a moment later, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous dress stepped out from behind the tree.

He is about forty years old, with long black hair and black eyes that are rare in the world of Azeroth, although his appearance is not as good as Mo Wen, but he can also be called handsome, especially with a long-standing temperament, which makes his whole person look particularly conspicuous and outstanding, just like a natural nobleman, with his clothes at this time, it will not look rude to appear at any nobleman's banquet banquet.

Of course, the appearance of this scene in this quiet forest now seems a little abrupt, especially the spotlessly ornate dress. It doesn't fit in with the environment and seems very strange.

"When did you find me. Prince Kael'thas ? ”

Walking out from behind the tree, the middle-aged man was silent for a moment. But he asked slowly.

"Naturally, from the beginning, Young Master Ben has been staring at you." Mo Wen on the other side pursed his lips, his heart was full of slander, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't say it, even if the middle-aged man's appearance of looking at the novelty plaything at this time made him very unhappy.

After the war with the orcs ended that day, Mo Wen ignored the retention of Lothar, Alonsos and others, and insisted on going on his own road. For him, although the allies of humans are important. But these powerful old foxes of Lothar are not needed, after all, in Mo Wen's definition, the entire human race is his thug who charges into battle, and it is not a good thing that their leader is too strong and too smart, maybe he will solve some of them himself in the future, so it is meaningless to have a good relationship with these characters now, and naturally there is no time to chat with Lothar and others.

It's just that not long after leaving the team that had taken refuge in Stormwind City, Mo Wen found himself being targeted. The stalker's strength is very high, and his aura is also very strange, although he didn't look at his face, but combined with what he saw and heard in the refuge team. It is not difficult for Mo Wen to guess the identity of the other party, after all, it is not only the other party who is paying attention to him, but also the other party!

Face the big boss of the future in front of you. Mo Wen ignored the other party's rude eyes, and asked rhetorically, "It's not important." What matters is Lord Presto, why are you here. If I'm not mistaken, your territory is in Alterac, how did you end up in Stormwind's fugitive party, and why are you here? ”

"Oh?" The middle-aged man on the opposite side was stunned, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Presto was indeed one of his waistcoats, but how did that elven prince on the other side know? Originally, he was just attracted by the strength and identity of the other party, and wanted to follow him to destroy this figure who might threaten his plans in the future, but now the middle-aged man is curious in his heart, this prince does not seem to be such a simple person as he imagined!

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man spread his hands, with a hypocritical smile unique to nobles on his face, and slowly walked towards Mo Wen, explaining as he walked: "Your Excellency Kael'thas, you should also know that the relationship between our human nobles is intertwined, and I also have some relatives and friends in Stormwind City, I originally wanted to visit them this time, but I didn't expect that in the end, Stormwind City was-, I had no choice, I had to evacuate with me!"

As for why I'm here now, it's because I want to make friends with His Highness Kael'thas now, and the friendship of the High Elves is a precious thing for me and my family. His Royal Highness the Prince has something, and it happens that I still have some strength, isn't this a rare opportunity, so I followed uninvited, and I ask His Royal Highness the Prince to forgive me! ”

As he spoke, he walked, and the middle-aged man had a kind smile on his face at this time, if it was an ordinary elf, he would probably believe the other party's lies and let down his guard.

But Mo Wen didn't believe a word, even if he didn't know the identity of the other party, he could see that the other party was insincere, and the fleeting disdain when mentioning the elves and the human race, - how could a guy with such eyes follow him for the sake of his identity as a prince?

Touching his chin and looking at Lord Presto who was getting closer and closer, Mo Wen had a 'sudden' look on his face, and his right hand knocked on the palm of his left hand, exclaiming.

"I see! I thought that Your Excellency came to investigate because the Dark Gate was opened, and when I saw the Stormwind City refuge team, I wanted to kill them, but in the end I found that keeping them might be better able to provoke a war between the orcs and the Terrans, so I left them alive, and finally mixed into the team to see if there was anything to do, leaving some backhands for myself to use to control the Terrans in the future. ”

"That's not the case! -- Deathwing -- Nai-Sa-Li-O-Sir ”

The air suddenly became heavy, and the whole forest seemed to be controlled by something, which seemed very depressing.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side had already stopped, looking at Mo Wen, his face was gloomy and terrifying.

"How do you know who you really are!"

An invisible power emanated from his body, it was the natural suppression of the creatures at the top of the food chain against the creatures below, of course, in this world, it might be called - dragon power.

Face this Lord of Presto. No, it should be said that it is one of the five-colored dragon kings. The rebellious Black Dragon King, Deathwing. Nesario, Mo Wen didn't mean to be nervous at all, and directly ignored the sticky almost substantial dragon power.

Coercion is a bit useful for those with different strengths and temperaments, but it is negligible for Mo Wen, even the world-destroying things like the Heroic Spirit Throne have been seen, and the dragon power of Deathwing is nothing, and there is a perfect bloodline, mixed with the bloodlines of Meiwa, Annihilator, Shura and so on. Mo Wen may still be humanoid on the outside, but it's hard to say what's inside, compared to Deathwing, it's not certain who is at a higher level in the food chain!

Ignoring the strong malice emanating from Deathwing, Mo Wendi's expression was very indifferent, only to see him quietly looking at the Black Dragon King, and suddenly smiled, "Don't be so nervous, Your Excellency Deathwing!" I think we might have a little bit of a common language. It's not that there is no possibility of cooperation! ”

"Cooperation?" But Deathwing sneered, "I want to kill you now!" ”

For Deathwing, the others are only divided into two categories, one is the enemy that needs to be eliminated. One is a fool who can be used to destroy the world, and no matter how Mo Wen looks at it, he can only belong to the former. That kind of identity, that kind of strength, and the wisdom that is vaguely expressed. It will never be used for it, and it is better to kill it now.

in a blinding white light. The birds flew in shock, and the whole forest shook.

The pitch-black behemoth appeared in front of Mo Wen's eyes, rushing straight in, under the black armor, there were scorching flames and magma, just getting closer, giving people a sense of despair.

However, the rabbit fell, and in just an instant, a blood-colored giant fist slashed through the space and smashed the top of the giant beast's head.

With a loud thud, the beast's body rolled and fell backwards, crashing into many trees before it finally stopped.

The scene fell silent for a while, and the two sides of the battle had time to observe each other carefully.

His gaze wandered over the huge body of Deathwing, dozens of meters long, looking at the pitch-black armor that reflected the bright light, the hideous bone spurs, and the raging flames, Mo Wen's expression was extremely solemn, although he had known it for a long time, but for the first time he faced this top master in the world of Azeroth, he still couldn't help but be a little nervous, - this level of strength was no longer something that he could defeat by himself.

On the other side, Deathwing shook its head and slowly got up from the ground, the sudden attack just now made it have to get serious, its huge body tightened slightly, and the hideous spikes continued to change its position with the twisting of its body, and while carefully defending, it began to cautiously look at its opponent.

In his eyes, he saw that the elven prince was standing on top of a floating big ding at this time, and a huge blood-colored figure appeared behind him, not much smaller than himself, Neorio knew very well that it was this thing that was punched away just now, feeling the power and evil aura filled inside, and its expression began to be solemn, making the whole big face look more and more ugly.

Both sides were a little jealous, and the silent storm swirled between one man and one beast, but no one struck first, and in the surrounding forest, a large number of birds and beasts began to wander desperately, fleeing in horror from this apocalyptic place.

"Deathwing, I think we'd better talk!"

In the quiet confrontation, Mo Wen was the first to speak, opening the Four Spirits Blood Array, although he is not afraid of Deathwing now, but he is not sure of victory, let alone killing the other party, and if it really annoys this dragon that is about to go crazy, then after it completely falls to the ancient gods, when it single-handedly sets off the entire cataclysm, the elves will have a lot of fun, I believe that Deathwing will not care about wreaking havoc on the whole world, first take revenge on the bastard who once offended him.

But the opposite Deathwing doesn't think so, from ancient times to the present, betraying all his friends, walking on the road of destroying all things, it believes in the law of the jungle, - Mo Wen wants a truce, yes! But first come up with the strength that can fight against it! The sneak attack just now, although it made Deathwing jealous, was not to the point of making it retreat!

Disdainfully spewed a few sparks from his nose, and Deathwing opened his mouth to spew a scorching torrent at Mo Wen, and everything was reduced to ashes wherever the flames passed.

"Deathwing, you look for death!"

Facing the sky-high firelight, Mo Wen's pupils shrank, and then he gritted his teeth and roared, and behind him, Shura's huge figure rushed directly towards the Wings of Death. (To be continued......)

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