The name Crassus is all too familiar to Lanros.

The ruling body of the Magic Kingdom of Dalaran is a spellcaster organization called Kenrito, and as the most widespread spellcaster organization in mortal society, Kenrito's ruling class is an interracial, six-member council composed of top mages.

Among them, they are all archmages with names and surnames.

In addition to this, Crassus also has an unknown identity, or rather, a name, Claiostraz. Such a complicated pronunciation, yes, he's a dragon!

To be precise, he is a red dragon, and the spouse of the Red Dragon Queen of the Life Bound Ones, the youngest and most beloved!

Claist Ostraz is a rare magical genius among the Red Dragons, who enjoys observing and studying the mortal race up close like his own kind. However, unlike most dragons, who were dismissive of mortals, Claiostraz was passionate about teaching mortals and correcting them in their misguided ways.

That's right, this is an out-and-out good old man.

But he soon discovered that the best way to teach these races was to enter their society and direct them as leaders.

After becoming a member of the Council of Six, Crassus was passionate about training potential mages of the mortal race, and his greatest achievement was the future Lord of Dalaran, Ronin, who died young......

"Seemingly, you've heard of me?" Seeing the other party's reaction, Crassus smiled faintly. Now that Lanlos knows himself, a lot of things can be made much simpler.

Stabilizing his mind, Lan Luo quickly combed through his memories, and then nodded: "Of course, the archmage of the Dalaran Council of Six, I'm afraid there are not many spellcasters who don't know him. ”

Lanlos's words did not make the other party doubt in the slightest, and Crassus still maintained that attractive smile: "In this case, I think our conversation will go a lot smoother." ”

Hearing this, Lan Luos's nerves couldn't help but tense, he and Dalaran didn't have the slightest intersection, the only thing that could facilitate the conversation between the two sides was probably only one thing, or rather, one thing.

"I'm really surprised, I didn't expect the Burning Legion to find a way to invade our world again so quickly, and what's even more surprising is that with your strength, you can actually close a portal of that size in an instant......" Obviously, Crassus realized that what he just said was inappropriate, and then quickly smiled awkwardly, and immediately apologized to Lanloth, "Aha, please don't mind, I'm not questioning your ability." ”

"I see what you mean. Lanros waved his hand to indicate that it was all right, and then slowly raised his arm covered in hideous scars, "But you know, I'm not as easy as you say. ”

"It doesn't look like it's that easy to control. That being said, an irrepressible joy gradually appeared on Crassus's face, and the scar on Lanlos's body meant not only sacrifice, but also that he recognized the ability to close the portal.

It's not a good thing to be coveted by others for your power, and Lanlos was a little interested: "If you're here to make a deal with me, then I'm sorry, you're going to be disappointed." ”

The Sagritan Keystone was almost bound to Lanloth's soul, and when he wanted to strip it away, Lanloth wasn't sure if he would survive. For the sake of his own life, anyone who covets the Keystone can only become his enemy.

However, Crassus's next words surprised him: "You misunderstood, I want to say that maybe we can help you control this power." ”

Stiffened, Lanlos slowly raised his head, his hollow and terrifying eyes facing Crassus, and even though he lost his eyes, the latter still felt a chilling momentum emerge from it. Soon, though, the oppression wore off.

"It's a pity that you're a step late, you heard what you said just now, I'm now under the fence, and I can't help myself. Lanlos smiled and waved his hand, politely rejecting the other party's kindness. The power of the Keystone can certainly stop the invasion of the Burning Legion to a certain extent, but it is also something that the Legion covets, and it is not something to be happy about being regarded as a thorn in the side of a group of cunning demons.

"No, she's a step late. Seeing this, Crassus smiled, and the magic gathered to his fingertips, quietly pouring into Lanloth's body through the iron gate and arcane imprisonment.

The next moment, the vision of the Tower of the Sunrage came to the latter's mind, and Anastarian's decision was clearly conveyed to his ears.

Exile? is ruthless......

The curvature of the corners of Lanlos's mouth slowly retracted, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"Sorry, it wasn't my idea. Seeing that the perception that the other party had gathered on him became sharp again, Crassus shook his head helplessly.

Indeed, with the character of Crassus, he would not do such a thing as to force himself until there was no way out, so is the 'we' he spoke of Dalaran or ......

Before Lanlos could clear his mind, a masculine voice came into his ears again: "Eldagossa has given you a way to find us, think about it, I will wait for you on the other side." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Crassus let out an apologetic sigh, and the arcane light quickly surged up in his body, and in the blink of an eye, he completely disappeared from Lanloth's perception.

Inside the prison, silence was restored once again, a deathly silence.

I don't know how long it took, but Lan Luo finally made a move, he slowly reached into the space bag, and took out a sheepskin scroll from it, and the magic circuit on it continued to bloom with a faint purple glow.

This was the teleportation scroll that Eldagossa had given him when he had financed his trip to the tomb of Tyr, but he had not used it because he didn't know where the teleportation sign was set up, but now it seems that it was.

A bitter smile appeared on Lanloth's face, slowly tearing it apart. The abundance of arcane energy overwhelmed him in an instant, and the magic around him fluctuated violently, and soon, like Crassus, he disappeared into the prison.

As for the arcane spells on the wall, when Crassus cast a spell on himself, he had already discovered that for some unknown reason, they had stopped working.

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The Tower of the Sunfury, after the Elven King made a decision, the High Elves also left one after another. Anastarian, who chose to believe Darkan's words and put Lanloth on trial, is it ridiculous, isn't it?

But no matter how dissatisfied they may be, the Sunseeker is the leader of the land, and he doesn't say much, but he does what he says.

After everyone had left, Anastarian on the throne sat down in his seat with a long sigh as if he had lost all his strength.

"Your Majesty. Seeing this, Birohua dismissed the surrounding maids and guards, gently closed the door with magic power, and slowly walked in front of the king, "You don't have to blame yourself for this, this is a good thing for both Lanlos and Quel'Thalas. ”

"No, I'm not beating myself up. Unexpectedly, Anastarian shook his head slightly, "It's just that I didn't expect that the dragon, which has always been high, is no different from us mortals. ”

Without giving the doubtful Grand Magus a chance to ask, the Elven King put his hand lightly on the other's shoulder: "I want to go and see, Solan Liane." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Since the other party didn't want to continue, Bi Luohua also put away the question mark in his heart with great interest, and drove the magic to wrap the two of them, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

On the north shore of the island, the sea breeze brings a faint salty smell, and the golden maple leaves sway in the wind, as if the waves extend all the way to the land from above.

It is a beautiful viewpoint, backed by the majestic Tower of the Sun and across the wide strait is the splendid Well of the Sun. But most of the time, these are not appreciated, just like Aomei, who has never twisted and turned in the face of Blizzard, left behind and independent.

Today, it's finally a visitor, perhaps, two.

In the sea breeze, a tall elf with a graceful posture stood still for a long time, the silk robe could not hide her slender body curves, and her delicate appearance was not powdered, although it was not stunning by the aesthetic standards of the elf, but it was very attractive. Her eyes, in particular, twinkle like stars in them, which is fascinating.

But what was around her spoiled the tranquil atmosphere, a, a tombstone?

"I seem to understand the source of his determination and will to hold on here for so many years. Feeling the change in the flow of air around her, Solanlian gently placed her hand on the tombstone and whispered softly as if talking to herself, "How beautiful." ”

"Yes, this is our land. Behind him, an old elf dressed in a splendid costume stepped forward and gently rested his wrinkled withered palm on the tombstone, following Solan Lian's movements. As he moved, the golden winged phoenix on his chest seemed to become more vivid.

"Your Majesty. Turning her head, Solanlian nodded lightly at the other in respect. As for the fancy salute, she knew that the other party had not come here as a king, but as a friend.

Perhaps, a worried prefix should be added.

"You seem to have something on your mind?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?" Anastarian gave the answer from the side, his cloudy eyes following the blue sea to the pillar of golden light that rushed into the sky.

"We have all seen the damage that the power of Lanlos has done to our land, and for the sake of Quel'Thalas, for Queldore's sake, your decision to exile him will surely be understood by the people. ”

"Just because of the evil powers in him?" Anastarion's eyes gradually became distracted, and even his voice was so subtle that it was difficult to detect, "So how are we different from the Night Elves in the past?"

"The purpose is different. Staring at the golden reflection in the other's eyes, Solanlian replied softly, "We're here to help him." ”

After a long silence, Anastarian sighed silently: "I hope so." ”