Kenrito agreed to Ravenhold's request for cooperation on the premise of his support, allowing Ravenhold to legally stay in the Dalaran Sewers. However, all of its actions must be under Kenrito's supervision, and must be lawful, compliant, and reasonable.

Of course, these are all spectacle words......

In order to ensure that the Assassin gang did not mess with Dalaran, Kenrito had to arrange for a qualified watchman. Under the 'inadvertent' recommendation of Lanlos, Kael'thas, who is powerful and proficient in political communication, was unanimously recognized.

As a promising young man with good conduct, His Royal Highness did not shirk the task of monitoring Ravenhold's operations, but only ......

Lifting his feet and looking at the disgusting mud on his shiny boots, the veins on Kael'thas forehead trembled. Although the magic separated the boots from the mud, the visual and mental impact was devastating to Kael'thas.

With Kenrito's tacit approval, Jorazzi proceeded quickly, swooping into the sewers with a stalker who had already crept into Dalaran. Their speed outstripped the reaction of the Archmages of Kenrito, and Kael'thas had no time to arrange surveillance for his subordinates, so he had to go out himself.

If people of other races knew that he had come to such a dirty and filthy place as an elven prince, it would be a discredit to the High Elves!

Thinking of this, Kael'thas glared at Lanros viciously.

The latter was right in front of him, and naturally took the other party's every move into his sight: "Your Highness, now is not the time to care about these details. ”

"The addition of Ravenhold is already a certainty, and instead of rejecting their existence, it is better to take this opportunity to help them subdue the black forces in the sewers. The help of a Stalker organization that has changed the color of most people will certainly give a strong impetus to Quel'Thalas's development in Dalaran. ”

"Aligning with such an organization?, where did you put the face of the High Elves?" Kael'thas clenched his fists, as if he would immediately burn Lanlos to ashes with flames if he didn't agree with him, "Besides, where did you get the confidence to gain the trust of a group of thieves?"

"There is no need for trust between us. The shadow trembled, and the duke appeared silently between the two like a ghost, "The bond established by win-win cooperation is far stronger than human affection. ”

"After all these years of working for Kenrito, don't you want you and your Quel'Thalas to stand above everyone's heads?"

"Speak wildly. "In any case, Lanloth is at least a high elf, and Kael'thas can more or less keep a face, but Jorazi is different, and the elven prince does not have the slightest affection for him. Even, the scorching magic power had already gathered around him at the same time as the other party appeared.

Seeing that this elven archmage entered the preparation for the battle, Joratzi did not show the slightest nervousness, and his movements and tone were still free and casual: "Ravenhold's power is much stronger than you imagined. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Duke waved his hand, and a scroll was thrown in front of Kael'thas.

The magic turned into a breeze and grasped it with unmistakable precision, and after a brief hesitation, Kael'thas snapped his fingers, and the mage's hand unfolded it nimbly and quickly.

When the font on the scroll became clear in his sight, Lan Luos, who was not far away, suddenly widened his eyes. Of course, Kael'thas reacted more exaggerated than he did.

"This is ......" His Royal Highness the Prince stretched out his trembling hands and grabbed the parchment, copying it over and over again in disbelief, "It's not wrong, this is Kel'thugad's handwriting, but, how is this possible?!"

The scribbled font was like a ghostly drawing, but with his good eyesight, Lanlos was able to read discontinuous messages from it.

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Necromancy is in its infancy

fail

Conclusion: The transformation of natural magic into necromantic magic must require some kind of medium, perhaps, like the living and the dead......

Kel'thugad

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"Where did you find this?" said Kael'thas snapped, necromancy was a taboo that Dalaran and all of Azeroth spurned, and anything that had to do with it would be subject to everyone's crusade.

If......

Kel'thugad, you are setting yourself on fire.

While thinking, Kael'thas urged impatiently, "Tell me!"

The corners of his mouth curled, and Jolazi shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "When I left Violet Castle yesterday, I picked it up from under the bookshelf on the way. ”

There is no doubt that this is a complete nonsense, but Kael'thas has learned a lot of useful information from it.

For one, the Stalker in Ravenhold Manor needs to be wary of more than just the Duke of Choraci in front of him.

Second, the Assassins were really fast, even faster than Antonidas and Kenrito.

Third, Lanros and Ravenhold are allies rather than accomplices at best.

Glancing at the equally stunned elven mage, Kael'thas's indignation softened slightly.

"I must admit. As the atmosphere stiffened, Kael'thas finally broke the silence, "I underestimated you and your Ravenhold Manor. ”

Packing the parchment into his pocket, Kael'thas continued, "You must remember, however, that even if you are to assist Kenrito, your actions must be lawful and compliant. After all, this is Dalaran, not the wilderness. ”

"This time, I won't pursue it too much, and I won't make an example. ”

"Rest assured, I assure you, all the actions you see in Ravenhold are above board. "Jorázi deliberately bites the word 'see' very hard. Despite noticing that something was wrong, Kael'thas didn't bite the bullet at this time.

"I hope you do what you say. As soon as he finished speaking, a howling wind rose from the ground under his feet, and as the blue light flashed, Kael'thas had disappeared into the dim space.

"Hehe, the self-righteousness of young people. Jorazi smiled, dropped the pointful words, and disappeared into the shadows.

The only remaining Lanloth lowered his head, staring at his toes with a blank gaze, seemingly unmoving, but his mind had already set off a turbulent wave.

Returning to Azeroth, he had already guessed what the other party was doing after hearing that Kel'thugad was often absent from councils and public classes, but he didn't try to debunk it, not only to keep Kenrito fully focused on Medivan's affairs, but more importantly, to make sure that the timeline developed in line with the history he knew.

If memory serves, Kel'thugad's research on necromancy was exposed around the time of the undead scourge that threatened and changed the entire world in Azeroth.

But now, the orcs have just invaded Azeroth, and how much of a mistake will the timing mismatch bring to the future?

However, he still has a chance to make amends.

Coming back to his senses, the elven mage stared at the place where Kael'thas had disappeared, carefully feeling the faint remaining magical power, raised his finger, and constructed a not-so-complicated spell array out of thin air.

"Lanros, is there anything else?" Kael'thas said eagerly with excitement in his eager voice on the other end of the teleportation technique.

After a short silence, the elven mage spoke very seductive words in a deep voice.