The Blood Elf turned to settle his business, and the Masked Lady watched him walk away before casting her gaze back into the shadowy hole.

Below there, something glowed agitatedly with a vivid purple light, and then returned to darkness

"Be patient, my child. She comforted the thing. "Be patient. You will be satisfied, you will be satisfied...... Then grow up quickly......" and her voice was full of hatred, "just as your damn daddy would expect." ”

It is Claostraz Crassus who returns to the wetlands for his true self. At dusk he revealed his true form, and for this plan he needed to make the most of the favorable conditions of the night.

"Right now," Claostraz focused, "let's see what you can do now." He pondered the thoughts of his opponent hidden in the shadows. If it was Deathwing, then the Red Dragon's target would be the Black Dragon; If it were someone else, then they would follow the same line of thought. That's the problem he's trying to solve.

He spread his heavy wings—

The front half of the red dragon detached, and now, two Clayostraz appeared.

But the spell isn't over yet. The dragon split again, and then again...... In the blink of an eye, eight Clay Ostraz filled the tiny place.

Immediately after, they leapt into the darkening dusk together, each flying in a different direction...... But their destination is the same - Grimbaatar.

Clais Ostraz's plan was costly. These replicas were not just illusions: each contained a part of himself, enough for those who saw him to be unable to tell which one was his real person, and had to expend precious energy to distinguish the real from the fake - and the real Cleostraz was constantly approaching them.

Let's hope they get the trick......

In fact, all dragons are fake, and all eight dragons are just bait. After the bait is ready, the real Claostraz hides himself under the disguise of the name Crassus.

He took the form of Crassus and continued through the wetlands. The terrible calamity that preceded it had taught him a valuable lesson; And this time, he spent a lot of effort to create a vision that would attract the attention of all the sentinels, making him invisible. It's a spell that few people can master, even for dragons, and Crassus has kept it for centuries.

Now, let's just hope that the results will prove that it's all worth it.

Eight "Clyostraz" faded out of sight. They will fly along the route set by the creator. Crassus knew the land well, so each illusion appeared to have been carefully chosen to invade the route. He was confident in these baits.

He estimated how long it would take the sentry to clear the illusion bait - he had plenty of time to blend into the terrifying mountains of Grimbato.

A number of nocturnal creatures passed in front of his eyes, but this time they were all oblivious to Crassus. Crassus watched vigilantly for the crocodiles swimming in the water around him, but did not alarm them. Although this kind of thing had caused him intense pain, he would not hold a grudge against it. Get rid of the crocodile that attacked him. None of the other crocodiles escaped his detection - which was interesting.

"Strange ......," the Red Dragon Mage pondered, "could that crocodile be the first ......?"

Suddenly, there was a shock to his body. He felt a backlash, but immediately understood why.

Just now, someone destroyed a decoy. He couldn't say how the other man did it, but it must have been some complex and powerful magic. Crassus rested in place and moved on. He wasn't surprised that the other party destroyed the first bait so quickly, but it was always a little sad to lose a part of himself. He only hoped that the ordeal would end soon. Those baits are all about working towards the end goal. Losing one-eighth was something he could afford - at least he had covered a considerable distance.

However, after only about an hour of walking, there was another backlash...... This time the backlash was at least ten times more than the previous one. Crassus groaned and rested against the trunk of the tree for a few minutes. He had thought that in the second one he would have been destroyed. But that's all it can do at this point.

Only a short distance apart, a third counterattack attacked him, more violently than the previous two. The Red Dragon Mage staggered along, finally finding a place to rest, and he sat down and gasped violently. Not only was the interval between this backlash too short, but the disappearance of the illusion should not have had such a huge impact on him. He meticulously calculates every detail to make sure it's safe – and it shouldn't be......

Crassus stiffened - one of the qiē in front of him made him suddenly realize that he had once again become someone's prey.

"It's not what I envisioned!" He stared angrily behind him, but there was nothing. Something had been tracking him. And it's clearly not a crocodile. Crassus barely stood up. He felt a spell affecting the place, different from the magic he was using.

Something affected the wetlands and Grimbaatar, forcing other creatures to abandon the land.

Eventually, Crassus gave up on the idea of moving on, and turned his head to concentrate on searching for the guys who were following him.

But he felt only a few traces, nothing else. The Red Dragon Mage frowned, something wasn't quite right-

Suddenly, a vague figure in a cloak burst out of the bushes and slammed a heavy kick into Crassus's chest, sending the weakened mage flying.

But he couldn't have been knocked down so easily, and his body stopped just inches from the ground. Immediately after that, I adjusted my posture. The mage turned angrily and looked in the direction of the sneak attack, a spell in his mind.

But the mysterious creature was gone, and Crassus raised his hands to look around.

If it weren't for the breathlessness of his body curled up, he almost didn't dodge the blow that hit him in the throat from behind. Otherwise, you will faint directly. The guy who started knows the most vulnerable parts of the human body and picks them out. That heavy foot was enough to make any human, elf, or dwarf go unconscious by suffocation. Crassus could withstand this because he wasn't an ordinary person in the first place...... However, it seems that his opponent is not an ordinary person.

Although he wasn't directly hit by that blow, the staff summoned in the guy's hand ...... The staff's crystal spikes stabbed Crassus in the chest.

Intense pain overwhelmed him, and Crassus let out a dragon-like roar. The anti-magic field he had set up on himself could have thwarted most magical attacks, but failed...... He realized too late, the energy released by the crystal was completely different from the arcane magic on the Azeroth Path

"What the hell is this guy coming from?" Crassus had no clue about it.

He didn't even have the strength to stand up now, and it was impossible to say anything. The legs could no longer support the body of the Red Dragon Mage. And so he fell to the ground.

Soon the mysterious man in the cloak reappeared beside him, his staff pressed against the wound in his chest.

"Where is he?" The female voice with a strict zhòng accent confirmed Crassus's suspicions. "What did you do to him?"

"I... I don't know who the hell you're talking about!" Crassus explained. Trusting his own judgment, he said in another language: "But the Draenei are not our enemies, young man ......"

She still had some doubts. "No way, you're the one. I followed the leads. ”

Crassus replied in Delaney, "I think these clues related to Grimbaatar are some traps. ”

He paused slightly: "There are so many clues here, it's just a mess. ”

She withdrew her staff, and in a flash it vanished. (To be continued.) )