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Lord Presto and Terenas have a very important meeting...about Princess Calia.

He put on the most gorgeous clothes worn by the nobles in the country, and stood in front of a tall mirror on the front porch of his castle, admiring himself. Yes, every part exuded the aura of a king. Just like

The image of him face to face showed a perfection that mortals could never achieve.

"Soon..." he promised himself. "Soon." Deathwing knew that Alexstrasza was already too weak to die. She was still alive only because she still had the power of the Titans in her body.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel angry at the incompetence of the Dragonmaw Orcs. Not long ago, the last male dragon in the hands of the Dragonmaw Orcs died. This meant that there would be no more new dragon eggs.

"It doesn't matter." He trimmed the corners on both sides of his beard. Since the last time he went to Grim Batol and discovered the condition of the Red Dragon Queen, Deathwing no longer placed hope on the red dragon family.

His plan is moving towards the most critical step. What he wants is not the red dragon, but the dragon eggs. However, Alexstrasza is getting more and more tired, and she has given birth to fewer and fewer children, all of which have been killed by dragons.

The Maw Orcs went into battle. The dire situation forced Deathwing to seek new solutions.

"Since Alexstrasza can't do it, let her brothers and sisters do it." The nobleman in front of the mirror showed a sneer.

Next, the carriage took him directly to the palace. The guards there saluted immediately as soon as they saw him and let him go. A servant saw him in the front hall and kept apologizing that the king could not come to greet him in person.

Now he had to play the role of the young noble who wanted all parties to coexist peacefully again. He pretended not to be impatient, smiled and let the man lead him to the place where Terenas was going to receive him.

All objections to his ascension to the throne have been eliminated. In a few days, he will be able to take Alterac into his hands. Entering into a marriage contract with the princess of a country in the Alliance can better consolidate his rule. At this time, he can only

Terenas and Daelin Proudmoore have an unmarried daughter. But Jaina Proudmoore is still young, and she is currently staying in Dalaran, protected by those mages. Although the Princess of Lordaeron is better

Leia still has at least two years to reach marriageable age, but two years is nothing to a giant dragon.

The servant opened a door for him. "Please wait inside, Your Excellency. I guarantee that Your Majesty will come to see you soon."

"Thank you." Because he was so absorbed in his thoughts just now, Deathwing didn't realize until the door behind him closed that there were already two humans standing in the hall.

The two cloaked figures nodded in his direction.

"Hello, Lord Presto." The man with the black beard said solemnly.

Deathwing barely controlled it and did not show any unexpected expression. The Kirin Tor people would definitely come here. But he was not worried. He had skillfully incited several kings to fight against Dalaran before.

The hostility of mages.

"Hello, sir and madam."

The other mage was a woman, "We have actually wanted to meet you for a long time. There is no one in the alliance who doesn't know the name Presto."

The two mages used magic to obscure their faces. Deathwing did not lift their veils. Meeting in this way already revealed their identities, and only a Kirin Tor councilor would do so.

"Compared to me, the Kirin Tor Council is truly a household name," he replied.

"And the name is getting louder and louder day by day...but in the opposite direction." The female mage laughed at herself, but her heart was already in shock.

"I originally thought I was meeting with His Majesty here alone," Prestor said, trying to take the initiative in the conversation. "Does Dalaran have something important to discuss with Lordaeron?"

"Dalaran hopes to remain informed and have the right to discuss major events in the alliance countries." The woman replied. "However, this has become much more difficult recently. We don't know anything about some of the things that have been decided here."

Deathwing calmly walked to the table against the wall. Terenas always placed a few bottles of the best wine on it to entertain guests. In Deathwing's mind, the wine of Lordaeron is the country's most important wine.

The only thing he could get. He poured some into one of the jewel-encrusted wine glasses. "Yes, I once talked to His Majesty and persuaded him to let you join the negotiation on the Alterac issue, but he seemed to

I am determined to exclude you."

"It doesn't matter anymore. We all know the result of the negotiation." The bearded man raised his voice. "We have to congratulate you here, Lord Presto."

They actually knew it? Presto stared at the wine dripping into the glass, thinking what on earth did these two guys want to do here?

"I must say that I am also surprised by this result. After Lord Perenold did that regrettable thing, I was actually just helping and didn't want this alliance to fall apart."

"Well, that was a shocking incident. No one thought he would do that. He seemed timid, but he was capable of such things as rebellion."

The old woman suddenly interrupted. "I heard that your territory is not far from Alterac, right, Lord Prestor?"

This was the first time Deathwing felt a little bored. Could she have guessed something?

Before he could answer the question, another ornately decorated door opposite the main door opened. King Terenas walked in, feeling a little relieved at first. However, when he saw the two gloomy-dressed mages,

As time passes, the expression on my face is gradually replaced by unpleasant wrinkles.

After the attendant closed the door, Terenas immediately said: "I think I have told you that I don't have time to talk to you today. If Dalaran has any objections to the Alliance affairs I handle, you can pass

The ambassador submits the official documents!"

The two mages seemed indifferent. Deathwing showed a smile of victory. He still had a tight control on the king, hoping that the two mages would accept Terenas' expulsion order and leave quickly.

"We will leave, Your Majesty." The male mage snorted coldly. "However, we are sent by the council to tell you, and we hope you can give an explanation to this matter as soon as possible. Dalaran has always been a firm and loyal person.

ally."

"I will naturally tell you when the time comes."

Both mages ignored Terenas's rudeness. The woman among them said to Deathwing, "Lord Prestor, it is an honor for us to meet you. I also believe that this will not be the last time we meet.

."

"Of course." Prestor had no intention of stretching out his hand. They were already suspicious and would monitor him. This threat was ridiculous. He began to imagine those mages lying in front of the divination crystal ball and wasting time.

Or to convince the leaders of the alliance. The more they talk about themselves, the more hostile others will be towards them.

The two mages slowly exited the room. A simple spell brought them back to Dalaran. The moment the female mage looked at the familiar environment, she collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

"What's wrong with you, Modera?"

"I'm fine, Drandon." The female mage waved her hand, but her face was as pale as her hair.

The mage whom Modera called Drandon stood aside. He waited until Modera's complexion improved before asking, "What happened to you just now?"

"Incredible, the news brought by Krasus is correct. This Presto is probably Deathwing."

"What? How do you determine that?"

Modera glanced at him and continued to explain: "Do you still remember how he answered us when I mentioned his reputation in the alliance countries?"

The male mage showed a puzzled expression at first, carefully recalling the conversation just now, and then he immediately understood. "He called us the Kirin Tor Council? How did he know?"

The female mage nodded and looked a little more relaxed, "Among the entire Kirin Tor Council, only Kael'thas and President Antonidas have made an appearance. He has never seen us, not even Terenas.

He has never seen us. But he guessed our identities as Kirin Tor councilors simply based on our identities as mages. I guess the spells we cast on ourselves to hide our identities didn't work at all."

"Then there seems to be no doubt. If Presto is really Deathwing, it may explain why the alliance is becoming more and more strange." At this point, Drandon frowned again.

Brows, "But, who will believe us?"
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