In front of the long table, a middle-aged man with vigorous hair sat in a very indecent posture, but compared to his sloppy posture, those arrogant eyes like wolves stared ahead with a sharp sword like a sword.

"Isn't Lord Presto here yet?" Even Tyrenus, the King of Lordaeron, couldn't resist the anger of his old friend, and couldn't help but silently avoid the other party's gaze, and asked in a low voice to the attendant on the side.

Unfortunately, the squire's stiff shaking of his head disappointed him.

"Shall we just sit like this, old fellow?" asked the rough-looking man, as Greyman's patience finally ran out and he straightened up.

The anxious expression froze instantly, and Terenus was silent for a while, then sighed softly, "Of course not, Jean, be patient......"

"Patience?" Greyman's eyes widened, unceremoniously stealing the other party, "Gilneth is not as wealthy as Lordaeron, and I still have a lot of pensions for the families of the soldiers unpaid." ”

Don't look at Greyman's appearance is very uninhibited, but he is the lord of a country, and the wisdom hidden in the details is thought-provoking.

Terenus pondered for a moment, but was too embarrassed to answer. The two have been communicating for many years, and they have already been very thorough with each other. Looking at Greymane's smiling face, Terenus let out a long sigh.

"Jean, now is not the time to shirk. The king straightened his back, and the weariness and anxiety that had previously enveloped his face seemed to be completely cleared at this moment.

Presto is an excellent diplomat, and his talent even made Terrenus dependent for a while. Fortunately, this great king has his own light and strength.

"Each of us is suffering from the grief and stress of war, but, beyond that, ......"

Greymane frowned, this pause of Terenus gave him a bad feeling in his heart.

"You know, as of now, those orc captives ......"

Bang!

"Terenus!"

Greymane suddenly got to his feet and slammed his hands on the tabletop, the loud sound that made people tremble uncontrollably.

"I told you a long time ago, don't even think about it!

"Calm down, Jean, that's not what you told Presto before. Terenus frowned, nervousness on his face, and of course, more puzzlement.

"Presto, that little white face who has changed concepts?" Jean's expression suddenly became richer, ashamed mixed with anger, anger and guilt, "Hehe, just right, where is that stinky boy? Let him get out, I must let him know what Giniels's hospitality is!"

"Jean. Terenus was displeased with the other party's unkind tone, "It's time for you to restrain yourself." ”

"Is it me who should be restrained?" Greymane's upper body leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing slightly with a sharp light, "I've never seen you like this in all these years, Terenus." ”

"Sober up, rhetoric will only kill you and your people. Taking a deep breath, Greymane reluctantly calmed his emotions, "Besides, in this matter, the people who have been displaced by the war have more power than you and me to decide what to do with these green skins. ”

After a moment of silence, Terenus's hoarse voice was full of uncertainty: "So, how does Gilneth make a statement?"

"You've felt it. Jean's deep voice seemed to be trying to suppress some impulse, some surging and fierce fire.

"It's not a matter of talking, and if you have to go your own way, Gilneth will not hesitate to quit the league. As for your Presto, from today onwards, if he dares to step into Gilneth, I guarantee that he will never see the sun the next day!"

Bang!

The empty hall reverberated with the sound of Greymane's slamming door.

Terenus rested his chin in his hands, his cloudy eyes staring motionlessly ahead.

It's weird, it seems that without Presto, everything is different. Everything is so restless, so boring, so unsatisfactory.

This is, why?

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"Rubbish, a bunch of rubbish!" Ignoring the other man's wails and begging for mercy, Necrus grabbed his wand and slammed it on the red dragon's front door, until the skull at the top of the wand shattered to smithereens.

Kicking the young dragon that broke the bleeding at the beginning, the orc glanced around angrily, and all the red dragons and riders bowed their heads in trembling, and no one dared to look at him.

Seeing these behemoths surrendering in front of him, Necruz's heart couldn't help but swell: "You can't catch just two cowardly elves, what use do you have?!"

He seemed to have forgotten that the two 'medie' elves he spoke of were the ones who had nearly killed him and snatched the demon's soul under the siege of three adult dragons.

"That wizard is fast, and his magic obscures their whereabouts and scents, plus Grimbaatar's environment, it's hard to ...... unless you're close."

"Only cowards make excuses!" with a roar, Necrus grabbed forward, and the invisible force brought a howl, grabbing the man's throat like steel bar, slowly lifting him out of the air, "You are an orc, a powerful dragon-throated orc. ”

"You should be proud, not slack!"

There was a dead silence all around, and everyone became cautious about even breathing. It wasn't until the rider's face turned purple that Necruz withdrew his magic and let him go: "Thankfully, I still need this dragon's nose." ”

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"I don't understand. ”

Lanlos's long ears twitched slightly, and he bowed his head slightly. In the scorching heat, the slight ripples caused by the movement in the high invisible state perfectly shook the pot to the heat, but as the owner of the illusion disguise, Lan Los could clearly see the elf girl hiding under his cloak.

It was true that the feeling of being almost held in the mage's arms all the way had made Winlessa's entire head grossly hot, but now, the sight ahead gave her a chance to divert her attention.

"Dragons are a proud race, they ...... How could they be so ......" Despite the fact that the facts were in front of her, Winlessa could not accept it. Dragons are to mortals what elephants are to ants.

Don't look at the many tough dragons in Lanlos recently, they are all relying on the Red Dragon Queen, Sargeras and other big brothers and sisters to take care of. Otherwise, just take the absolute advantage in size just now, and the dragon's volley flick will kill him for half his life.

But......

"All the people in the world are flesh and blood. The soft murmur like a dream made Wen Leisa's whole scalp tingle for a moment.

"The so-called strong is only because we are not strong enough. The hopeless weakness of the vast majority of people selectively forgets the weaknesses of these 'higher creatures'. Lanlos looked at the orc-man with an ugly face, fangs and claws, and his face did not show disgust or disdain for his madness, but showed obvious caution.

"Don't underestimate these orcs, although they have external help, it is undeniable that they have found and exploited the weakness of the Red Dragon Legion. Even if the other party is a dragon king who can crush himself with his fingernails, he still has the courage and courage to enslave him. ”

"Since ancient times, neither elves nor humans have been able to achieve such a feat. Speaking of this, Lan Los couldn't help but shake his head: "Hmph, what a madman who doesn't want to die. ”

"But that's a dragon. "Although the mage's words are true, the worldview that the elven ranger has formed since birth is not so easy to change.

Lan Luos shook his head with a smile, and whispered softly full of helplessness: "In the face of survival, they have to bow their heads. ”

This time, Wen Lesa didn't answer again, looking at the behemoths who bowed down in front of the orc warlocks, and compassion couldn't help but appear in her eyes.

"Well, now is not the time to be sentimental. Patting the girl's little brain as if comforting, Lan Luos's expression suddenly became serious, "Necrus hasn't left that gate for so long, and it's no surprise that behind it is the prison of the Red Dragon Queen." ”

"I have a plan. ”

Having just recovered from Fang Cai's intimacy, Wen Lesa looked up at the mage in a daze: "What?"

"It's simple. Lanloth unbuckled his cloak and said in a low, confident voice, "Put this on, bypass them, and send the Demon Soul to the Red Dragon Queen." ”

"Remember, no matter what you hear, don't look back!"

"But, alas, ......"

Without giving Wen Lesa the slightest chance to refute, Lanros directly wrapped the illusion disguise around her body and pushed her out.