Despite his royal blood, and despite the unanimous support of the kings, Presto did not take over the management of Alterac and surprisingly did the opposite. At his suggestion, a special force was dispatched from Lordaeron and Fort Riptide to impose martial law on the major towns of Alterac.

At the same time, as a result of Ravenhold's 'provocation', the Coalition forces marched into Hillsbrad in an attempt to eradicate the scourge of the wilderness.

Coupled with the large number of orc captives in post-war captivity, there is no doubt that the current alliance is seriously underarmed.

If the orcs or forces with similar purposes to the orcs take the opportunity to attack, it will definitely be a disaster.

Coincidentally, some time ago, because the alliance was in a hurry to go south, it did not find the Dragonthroat Clan located in Grimbaatar. But that doesn't mean the Alliance will forget the destruction and damage that those dragon knights have done to their homeland, and once they have pulled out the gaps, they will definitely find and completely clear these green skins hidden in the city below the mountain.

Coincidentally, the plan to find the Demon Soul and capture the Red Dragon Queen was the guide Zuluhid received in his dream. And the initiator of all this......

That's right, everything was sorted out. Presto, Black Dragon, Nesario...... Identity, name, just a code label, from beginning to end, there is only one person.

"We've all been sitting for so long, aren't you going to say something?" Crassus clasped his hands to his chest, his calves shaking to show his restlessness.

Coming back to his senses, Lanlos slowly raised his head, and his pale face aroused Crassus's deep uneasiness: "You are, what's wrong?"

"Crassus, Claostraz. Ignoring the other party's panic, Lanlos openly called out the archmage's true name, "Nesario, an existence that even all dragon kings can easily defeat, do you think that with us, there will be a chance of victory?"

Crassus's movements from left to right stopped instantly, and when he saw a trace of irrepressible fear coming out of the other party's face, his expression suddenly became solemn: "You, have you seen him?"

Although Lanlos did not respond, the familiar pale and trembling quietly evoked a past that he did not want to recall.

The two men sat down without saying a word, until Lanlos picked up the glass from the thirst in his mouth, and Crassus broke the silence between them: "If I say I can understand your feelings, I guess you won't listen." ”

"Lanlos, you see, this is really hard, and none of us have 100% success in it. I've had the idea of giving up, but the question is, if we all give up, who else is going to do it?"

The elf didn't respond, just looked at him quietly. To the latter's relief, the fluctuations in the mage's eyes became calmer.

The answer is that there is no one, no one can support us, no one will give us encouragement or appreciation, no one will know what we are going to face. ”

"There is no one else who can replace us. ”

"If even we hold back, Nessari ......" Crassus paused visibly at the mention of the name, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Lanlos did not have a stress reaction from this, "Then the disaster that this world is about to encounter will destroy us all." ”

"Rather than sit back and wait, it's better to break the boat. Even if we fail in the end, we don't lose. Crassus picked up the glass and examined it for a while, but he tilted his head and poured the whole glass of spirits.

"Ahem, we don't have anything more to lose. ”

Looking at the archmage whose face quickly flushed, Lanlos was silent for a long time.

Some things are easy to say, but when you really face that unstoppable force, that deep sense of powerlessness swallows everything step by step like a whirlpool. Unlike Nozdorm's restrained and unspeakable mystery, Nesario's glimpse is full of unstoppable strength and intimidation.

Extraordinary perception not only gives Lanlos the ability to observe the external environment keenly, but more importantly, he can feel the difference between friend and foe more clearly.

Grasshoppers can't shake down big trees, ants, and wild elephants.

However, Crassus had a point, his capital and his life were built on the security of Azeroth. If Deathwing succeeds in unleashing a cataclysm and the world comes to an end, everything about him will be meaningless.

There is no choice.

"You should know about Ravenhold, right?" Lanlos sighed softly, and after struggling for so long, he finally chose to confess.

Hearing this, Crassus nodded: "Ravenhod reported the news two days ago. In fact, we notice the human aristocrat named Presto at the beginning. ”

"Oh?"

"Recently, the other kingdoms' gateway to Dalaran has intercepted many Arcanist apprentices for no apparent reason, and our relationship with them has become very tense. ”

And it all started with the appearance of Presto. ”

Deceitful, seductive, provocative, that guy has not only terrifying strength, but also superb strategy to match. Lanlos subconsciously clenched his fists, and from time to time there was a crisp staggered sound from his over-strained knuckles.

"At first, we wondered, could it be that the intelligence services made a mistake, but now we look at ......" Crassus frowned, and after thinking about it for a while, he looked at Lanros with a little uncertainty, "Perhaps, we have to start planning ahead." ”

In advance?

Lanlos frowned, carefully considering the consequences of doing so. But soon, a flash of ferocity flashed across his face. Since he was so hesitant to find Grimbaatar in advance, Deathwing must not have thought of such a thing.

Bang!

As if to vent, Lanlos slammed his fist on the table, ignoring the suspicious eyes of the diners around him, and roared at Crassus with an excited face: "Arrangement!"

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In the dimly lit hut, the boy struggled to make out the notes in his hand by the candlelight, his red hair almost blending with the candlelight, looking like a raging flame.

The opening of Dalaran attracted many spellcaster apprentices, and Ronin was one of them. The character of this teenager is like his hair color, brave and fiery, and he is passionate about everything.

Not long ago, when everyone was questioning the value of the existence of the Secret Order, Luo Ning had completely fallen into the vast collection of books in the Secret Order's library, including the mysterious mage who occasionally held public classes.

Although he couldn't wait to join Kenrito the moment he stepped into the city gate, there are too many unknowns and novelties here. It may be a little inappropriate to say this, but Luo Ning did have the idea of quitting Kenrito in his heart for a moment.

Unfortunately, in order to prevent the Secret Law Society from borrowing chickens to lay eggs, Kenrito had already made an agreement with the Secret Law that members of both sides were not allowed to join each other in the short term after leaving the organization.

Alas.

The boy let out an inexplicable sigh, not in the slightest feeling that his thoughts were offended.

Boom!

The half-covered window was suddenly violently pushed open and slammed against the wall, letting out an abrupt piercing scream. The boy was shocked, and he froze in place with a shocked expression. It wasn't until the cold evening breeze stimulated him to shiver one after another that he quickly got up and locked the window.

This appearance of being a thief is really unbearable.

An inexplicable premonition crept into his heart, like a basin of cold water that extinguished the heat in Luo Ning's heart, and the latter shook his head again and again, putting aside the thoughts just now with a guilty face.

The realm of arcane is wonderful, but the fledgling boy doesn't know that even as strong as Antonidas can't spy on everyone's lives like a god.

So the question is, where does this feeling come from?