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'Krassus?' Ronin continued to call in his mind, but the person in his mouth did not respond to him. This made the mage very strange. The person who issued the mission suddenly lost contact. Several times before, Ronin had been through the spiritual link.

Report the progress of his mission to Krasus. This magic allows two people to communicate over long distances. It was a magic created by Krasus himself. In fact, even Ronin didn't understand why the Kirin Tor councilor chose

Let him complete the almost impossible task of saving the Red Dragon Queen.

"Damn it, where did he go?" Ronin frowned. Next to him, Falstad was combing the feathers of the gryphon, while Sylvanas locked up the goblin and drew with pen and paper found from nowhere.

He held a portrait of Deathwing, and then the goblin gave a verbal description.

The mage knew that he had to seize the time, and he once again tried to contact Krasus. This time, he planned to put his mental power into magic, trying to sense Krasus. He wanted to know what that guy was doing.

"It's so cold!" The mage opened his eyes in surprise.

"Cold?" Falstad, who was bare-armed, heard his voice and looked at him in a light blue robe. "You are dressed much more tightly than me."

Luo Ning looked a little shocked, but he didn't let Falstad see any clues. He took the initiative to wrap up his clothes tightly.

'What's going on? How could Krasus go to that place?' He thought to himself, he had just obtained Krasus's vision and perception through magic. What he saw before him was completely white, and the biting wind made the mage now

He was still shivering. The temperature was much lower than that of Alterac and Dun Morogh. Ronin immediately identified where that place was - the northern continent, Northrend.

"Okay! That's it." When Sylvanas finished the last stroke of his painting, the goblin grinned. The female elf glanced at him, and then said to the dwarf and the mage: "Come over and take a look at this person.

Have you seen it?"

Falstad walked over first. Because of her safety, Sylvanas had to squat down temporarily.

"I haven't seen it before. But it's strange. Does Deathwing look so...handsome?"

"This is just a little trick to deceive others. Anyone who is proficient in magic can more or less change his appearance." Sylvanas stood up again, and she gave the portrait to Ronin.

The mage looked at it for a while and shook his head: "I haven't seen him either, but just from the portrait, I can feel that this person is very charming. If he really appears in the human kingdom, it is impossible for him to remain unknown."

"Oh? Does Dalaran know other kingdoms very well? Then why don't you know that Nathanos is an inseparable friend of the Prince of Lordaeron? Otherwise, when he appeared in front of you, you thought he was with

Someone you act with.”

Ronin's face turned red, and he held his breath and returned the portrait to Sylvanas. He didn't want to argue with the female elf on this issue, because the other party was right. Most of the mages have been arguing with other mages.

Communicate together and study magic together. As for what happened in other kingdoms, I am afraid only the members of the Kirin Tor Council have the intention to understand. However, Sylvanas reminded him that if we talk about the mortal world of Deathwing,

The body has sneaked into the human kingdom, that would be very bad news.

"Okay, let's put this aside for now. The top priority now is to rescue Nathanos. He is now in the hands of the orcs. We must act immediately." Sylvanas rolled up the portrait and put it away. She was saying

When he said this, Falstad showed some embarrassment on his face.

The dwarf muttered: "Going to Grim Batol?"

"Do you have any objections?" The ranger's ears heard his complaints.

"Of course, don't you know that that place is a cursed place? Many years ago, the Dark Iron Dwarves once... Forget it, I don't want to mention it again."

Sylvanas did not consider his words, but said: "If that damn place was really cursed, the orcs and those dragons wouldn't be alive and devising plots in it."

"Okay, okay. You are right, Ms. Elf. But there are only three of us. If we want to rescue your man, we may have to..."

"What did you say!" Sylvanas glared at him angrily. She really wanted to tear the dwarf's mouth open. "Whose man are you talking about? Say it again."

"Why are you so excited? Am I wrong? If that Nathanos is not your partner, then why do you risk your life to save him?"

The Elf Ranger's cheeks hidden under the hood turned pink, and a rush of blood surged up. Fortunately, the surrounding light was dim, so Falstad and Ronin did not notice it. Sylvanas hurriedly retorted: "This is just

It's just my duty, I won't watch anyone die innocently. What's more, Nathanos loves my sister." When she said this, a trace of loss flashed in her eyes.

The dwarves and humans looked at each other in surprise.

"So, does your sister know that you took such a risk to save him?" Falstad's question attracted the female elf's murderous eyes. He immediately shut his mouth.

The atmosphere was deadlocked for a while, and Sylvanas couldn't help but shook her head and stopped thinking. "Stop talking nonsense. Grim Batol is not far from here. We must discuss a perfect plan."

The three of them sat down. Just in case, the unlucky goblin was punched and knocked unconscious by Falstad. Ronin listened carefully to the voices of Sylvanas and Falstad. He tried to speak as little as possible.

, Masters generally rarely participate in things like planning.

'It's Presto!'

"Krassus?" Ronin shouted out loud, the voice in his mind was all too familiar to him.

"Um?"

"What is Crassus?"

The elves and dwarves turned their attention to Ronin and cast curious and suspicious glances.

"Uh...it's nothing. I just remembered a friend. His name is Crassus. We haven't seen each other for a long time."

The dwarf glared at him. How could Ronin spend such precious time missing his good friend?

"Crazy." The female elf cursed in a low voice and continued what she had just interrupted.

Luo Ning calmed down and tried to contact the whispers in her mind again.

‘Crasus, is that you?’ he asked in his mind.

What responded to him was a calm yet elegant voice, "That portrait is of Presto."

"Have you seen it all?" Luo Ning was a little surprised.

'Of course, you can spy on me, and I can spy on yours.'

'I'm sorry, Krasus, I couldn't reach you, that's why I did this. Why did you go to Northrend?'

The whisper in his mind let out a long sigh, and Ronin was somewhat doubtful whether Krasus was okay now.

'I went to an old friend and persuaded him to help me. It took me a lot of time. But you'd better not ask any more questions. There are some things that I can't explain to you clearly in a short time, Luo Ning.

But you brought me some important news. The portrait painted by the elf is a key.'

'I do not understand.'

'Go rescue people with them, Luo Ning. If there is a chance, I will explain it clearly to you, but not now.'

The whispers disappeared, and the quarrel between the elves and the dwarves sounded in Ronin's ears again. The two seemed to be debating on how to better use the griffons. The human mage had no time to pay attention to them, and he now had more doubts.

What exactly is Crassus going to do?

On the other side of the spiritual link, Krasus ended the conversation and took a step forward. His feet were deep in the snow. Behind him was a towering blue ring-shaped building that seemed to be naturally formed. All around him

There are also small floating platforms surrounding it. They look so sacred and so cold.
Chapter completed!