"Your new home is really chic. After a week of waiting, Crassus finally found an adjective that didn't hurt.

"Doesn't this show that our Tirisfa Council will not be in Dalaran for long, or with your sensitive nerves, you might be able to do something. Lanlos said angrily.

Facing the elven mage's rebuttal, Crassus knew that it was just teasing, and smiled lightly, he didn't take it to heart

"I know you're still angry about this room, but we can talk about it later. As soon as the words fell, Crassus's face quickly became serious, "The news, did you receive it?"

After a moment's hesitation, Lanlos nodded.

"Both the Red Dragon and Kenrito attach great importance to the fluctuation of this magic net, and the Blue Dragon Legion has even sent personnel to investigate, but there is still no gain, and even lost contact with the person concerned. And, because of the problems that occurred almost at the same time as your appearance, some people ......" Crassus did not continue.

"yes, what a coincidence. He looked up and sighed with emotion, but Lanlos's heart came alive.

Perhaps, this is not a coincidence.

As mentioned earlier, cross-border teleportation needs to be through the warped void, and in that chaotic realm, the meaning of time itself is very vague.

If it was because of the opening of that door, which indirectly led Lanloth back to Azeroth at this point in time, then everything would make sense.

It's really troublesome, sooner or later, it's not too late, just in time for this troublesome time......

Thinking back to what would happen next, Lanros froze.

"You don't have to worry either. Thinking that the other party was troubled by the misunderstanding between the dragons and Kenrito, Crassus immediately relieved, "Although your appearance is almost the same as the fluctuation of the demon net, because of this, the problem of distance includes what you did before, and more people don't think it is necessary to doubt you." ”

Shaking his head, Lanlos didn't explain much: "So, what are you going to do?"

"The Dark Swamp is very close to the Guardian's territory, and perhaps he knows more about it. Crassus didn't notice that Lanloth clenched his fists when he mentioned the Guardians, "The Violet Eye has suggested sending a suitable apprentice to approach Medivan in the name of a Layman, and before I arrived, the Council of Six had already assigned a mage named Khadgar to set off. ”

Khadgar?

Inexplicably, Lanros's mind flashed the face of the young mage who was across the window from him.

"And what about you?" Before Lanlos could think deeply, Crassus suddenly turned the subject to him, "In any case, this turmoil is inextricably linked to you, what are you going to do?"

"The foundation of Tirisfa is not yet stable, and we will not be involved in this trouble unless necessary. ”

"But you said you'd help find the culprit behind it. Crassus was not happy, "I'm afraid it's hard to make any progress just by staying in Dalaran." ”

"Don't worry. Patting him on the shoulder as a gesture of comfort, Lanlos grabbed the pitch-black cloak from the doorway and draped it over his body, raising his foot and walking towards the door, "I'll grab him by the handle." ”

He, huh?

Crassus's eyes fluttered as he watched the other man's back fade away, and a bold and terrifying conjecture churned in his mind.

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The Hillsbrad Hills is a vast and sparsely populated fertile land, and likewise, such a huge piece of fragrant bun attracts all kinds of people.

Bordering Lake Lordamere to the northwest, and the kingdom of Alterac entrenched in the Alterac Mountains, neither of the two famous human kingdoms chose to take root in the richest middle of the hills. The fundamental reason is that this land is not as safe and peaceful as it seems.

Ravenhold, the fearsome alliance of Assassins, happened to be entrenched in the depths of the hills.

No one knows when this organization was founded, no one knows the location of their stronghold, no one knows when they will slit your throat with a butcher's knife.

In addition to all kinds of mysterious and mysterious rumors, Ravenhold left the world only an approximate address, and a sentence of extreme arrogance.

10,000 gold coins, a name.

10,000 gold coins, it's worth two secret pujas......

Grabbed his waist bag, and suddenly felt that Lanlos, who was shy in his pocket, suddenly hesitated, would it be too cold to come over like this?

Hawkers, forget it, it's not a regular guest anyway. Shaking his head, Lanloth gripped his cloak, and as the light distorted, his figure completely disappeared from view.

At the same time, next to the thigh-thick trunk of the tree where he had just stood, a cross scratch of many years loomed on it.

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Deep in the hills, on the edge of a half-slope of unsightly appearance, an old and inconspicuous manor house clings to the edge of a cliff. Dense creepers cover a large part of the building's façade, and from a distance, it looks like an ancient castle that has been abandoned for many years.

However, if you look a little closer, you will find that the path that winds down in front of the manor's closed dusty gate is very neatly kept. Although it is narrow, the weeds in the middle of the road are cleaned up and even look too smooth on its own.

Coupled with the figures that flicker through the dim windows from time to time, it's not hard to know that this place is indeed inhabited.

However, if you swagger down the road in front of the door like this, you will definitely die a terrible death......

Hovering in mid-air with flying magic, Lanlos, who was hidden in the air, had already pulled off his blindfold, and as the ghost vision took effect, the calm and neat path in front of him completely changed.

Souls of the dead hovered on both sides of the road, some of them had died to the point of being reduced to their bodies, and some had even shrunk into a mass of prostrate weeds. Obviously, they have been forgotten by this world for a long time.

Turning his head to look at the murderous manor, Lanlos descended to the balcony on the third floor.

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As the owner of the Ravenhold Manor, Duke Jorazi is indeed a dragon and phoenix among men. With his hands behind his back, he stood upright on the wooden balcony, looking at the stream flowing slowly under the cliffs, his angular face covered with coldness.

"It's really, so peaceful......"

The middle-aged duke, dressed in fine clothes, slowly spat out such a sentence in a deep voice full of masculine charm, and inexplicably, an extremely cold wind swept across the backs of the two people behind him. As a grandmaster-level thief and Ravenhold's second-in-command, Farad did not fluctuate in the slightest.

However, the middle-aged man in leather armor beside him seemed a lot more restrained.

Hilton swallowed silently.

Twenty years ago, the ambitious sacrificed his two brothers to get the chance to join Ravenhold, and after so many years in this organization, he learned a lot.

Most importantly, never stand by the Duke's side, especially when he is angry.

He had never known what it was like for the approachable duke to start a fire, but now, he did.

Just a back made him tremble and break out in a cold sweat.

"Don't be nervous, young man. He didn't look back, Joratzi seemed to have eyes behind his back, although it was a word of relief, but this indifferent tone of the superior made Hilton tremble.

It's as if you're just a fish on a chopping board.

"I didn't bring you here today to intimidate you. Joras turned his head, his gaze as sharp as a sword was hard to look at, "It's just, according to Farad, you know a lot about Dalaran's rat nest?"

Hilton's mood softened slightly: "I've only been there a few times, I can't talk about ......"

Before he finished his words, the duke's brows suddenly wrinkled slightly: "Are you talking to me?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Duke!" Hilton's strong desire to survive forced him to bend over 90 degrees and speak the next words at the fastest pace of his life, "I had been 'working' in the Dalaran Sewers for several years before I met Lord Falard. ”

"Even now, everything from intelligence, smuggling, human trafficking, and political and business channels are being investigated. ”

"Good. Jo Razie paused and smiled faintly, "Ravenhold's business expansion needs your talents. ”

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Hilton's sweaty face, although it looked very embarrassed.

However, just as he was about to express his gratitude, an imperceptible air fluctuation caused all three of them to subconsciously grasp the dagger at their waists.

"If you want to expand into Dalaran, why not talk to the locals?"

In front of their gaze, space suddenly writhed, and an elf in a pitch-black cloak appeared out of thin air.

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