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"You look in a good mood, master."

"Criel, didn't I tell you to stay in Grimbato?" In Presto's mansion, Criel's dirty look made Deathwing feel uncomfortable and disgusted.

"Of course, I followed your orders completely, but...but this is a very important thing."

After hearing this, Preisto turned around and closed the heavy iron door behind him. In this small room, Preisto specially designated some guards to prevent the visits of some unknown people. He issued a death order, no matter what happened in the basement, as long as he was disturbed, they would kill them.

"What's wrong?"

Presto did not want to be disturbed, and he believed that the servants should not dare to slack off in front of the enemies of life. The magic cast on the kings and nobles made everyone admire and appreciate him, the active nobleman. He kept the magic at all times.

"Show my most terrifying apology, master." The thin guy in front of Presto shouted loudly, his voice sharp and harsh. Crier's head was almost the buckle of the noble's belt, with his mouth wide open, and his blood-red tongue was eye-catching.

This low-tall house used to be a storage room. It was cold and suitable for red wine. However, Deathwing would like to thank Crier, and now the temperature here is like the middle of an erupting volcano, for him, it was like returning home.

"What's the matter, tell me."

Criel laughed tremblingly. He often laughed like this, which means there are only two possibilities: one is that he thought of something evil plan, and the other is that he was in trouble.

"There are three people approaching Grimbato, and they are going to... intend to rescue that human."

Pristo looked at Criel again. He stared at him for a long time, and the goblin immediately shrank under Pristo's gaze. Even this time he felt that the god of death was so close.

Suddenly, the great nobleman burst into laughter. What was different from a normal person was that his laughter was low and depressing. "I also seem to have not been to see that human for a while."...

Grembato

The dragon queen snorted dullly. The two dragon-throated orcs who were patrolling looked at each other, thinking that the dragon was complaining about something, so they didn't check it. Necruz had instructed that no orc except him and Zulushid could go to see the Red Dragon Queen.

Alextasa almost used all her strength to give birth to the last dragon egg. Unlike in the past, there was almost no sound this time. She moved her head and stared at the new life. Sure enough, it was different from other dragon eggs. It was almost the same as in size, but the surface was smooth and there was no protective spike. What's even more strange is that the surface of the dragon egg is no longer dark red, but instead shows a white and red birthmark.

The queen of the dragon clan carefully wrapped her tail around one of the weird children. The surface of the eggshell was still a little warm, but at the moment she came into contact, Alextasa felt the joy of victory for a long time. There was no life! She thought there was something wrong with her senses, and after trying several times, she was sure that she was not wrong. Although most of her power was sealed by iron chains attached with the power of the demon soul, as the guardian of life, no one was more familiar with the rhythm of life than she did.

After calming down a little, Alextasa could almost imagine Necross' furious expression when he noticed all this. These three dragon eggs have no meaning. It is more of a container than a dragon egg. It contains only part of the power of the Red Dragon Queen...

"Yes, I understand, master." Necros finally ended the conversation. He held a seal with a dragon head in his hand, which was scaly. This was given to him by the Death Wings, so that both parties could quickly communicate information.

The lame orc moved inconvenient steps and quickly approached the place where Zulushid was.

"Zulushid." The situation was urgent, and he called out the name of the Dragon Throat Chief.

"Zulushid?" He shouted again, but still did not respond. Necros cursed, "Zulu..."

"What's wrong?" A familiar voice finally came from the other side of the passage.

"You're here!" Necros immediately leaned over, looking like his boss was inspecting every corner of Grembato.

“There is very important news.”

"That dragon's news?"

Necros blinked, and he didn't know for a moment whether Zulushid was talking about the Queen of the Red Dragon or the Wings of Death.

"Yes, yes. He told me there were three people coming close to here. They wanted to save that human."

"Ha, only three? They want to deal with the entire Dragon Throat clan?" Zulushid said disdainfully, laughing, not feeling threatened at all. "Deathwing is such a timid guy."

The warlock did not expect Zulushid to dare to speak so arrogantly, and thought to himself that he would only dare to speak sarcastic words behind the Black Dragon. "I think we should be careful, Chief. Since it is the news sent by Deathwing, we must pay attention to it. Maybe the three uninvited guests are very powerful, or they are just scouts, and more invaders are coming."

Zulushid curled his smile a little, and he began to reconsider Necross' warning. "Well, I will strengthen the defense around Grembato. Now, it's time to see what happened to the crawler."

"I'm about to go, she should have already given birth to a dragon egg."...

The night came too slowly. However, in some ways, Sylvanas felt it came a little fast. Her hometown was covered with mountains, which looked very similar to this place. The innate sense of direction could play a good role here. So, she was a little impatient and wanted to continue rushing, but she did not take action.

She couldn't help asking, "Are we coming soon?"

"It's soon, it's soon." Fistard replied. Unfortunately, he answered the same way before for a while.

The ranger tried his best to look into the distance, but even with her outstanding night vision ability, she still couldn't see the legendary fortress.

"Let's take a break for a while." The female elf said helplessly. Out of consideration for dwarves and humans, she could not ignore them. After all, she was coming here.

"Great!" Fistard clapped vigorously. "Then we have time to eat and rest!"

Although Sylvanas was a little nervous and had no appetite, she still accepted the pastries made by Ronin with magic. The food always fills her stomach, and Ranger also understood that she needed to replenish her energy.

Fistard ate with relish and looked very satisfied with the taste. Ranger had no such a good appetite, and his sensitive taste buds were still constantly protesting to her, asking her to find something more delicious.

After eating her food, Sylvanas stood up and looked around. Fistard went to rest, but the elves who could not stand their temper only wanted to walk around. Most elves slowly lost their original impatience as they age, but there are some things that can help them restore this characteristic.

A deliberate voice suddenly came, causing the elf to stop. At this time, the Ranger had already reached a distance from the place she had planned to go before, so she might have entered the orc-controlled area. She drew out her sword with great care in order not to make a sound, and then moved forward little by little.

The voice of her speech was not like a troll. In fact, the closer she got, the more she felt that she knew the person she was talking. The voice was very familiar.

"That's it. I don't know what to do now, but I can understand the elves' hatred of the dragon clan."

Then there was a silence.

"Yes, that elf female ranger. It's her."

Another silence.

"That goblin? She let him go."

Despite all his strength, Sylvanas still couldn't hear what the other party in the conversation said. But she at least knew who was talking in front of him. Ronin, he was indeed having a problem.

But who is he talking to? Sylvanas couldn't hear the other person's voice at all. Was this mage crazy? He was talking to himself?

Luo Ning didn't speak anymore, but just nodded constantly "Yeah" to indicate that he fully understood the other party's words. Rising the danger of being discovered, Sylvanas slowly approached the place where Ronin spoke. She leaned behind a tree and only had one eye exposed to observe the human.

The mage was sitting on a large stone facing the air in front of him.

It seems that Ronin is making a spiritual connection with another mage. Although Sylvanas is not a mage, at least he can see the tricks between the mages.

If Ronin had contact with a mage and it seemed that he was even working for the mage, why did he choose to hide it? Neither she nor Fistard were interested in what he was going to do, they were just a cooperative relationship.

"What?" Luo Ning asked suddenly. "Where is it?"

He turned his head at an astonishing speed and his eyes immediately set on her.

Sylvanas retreated, trying to leave his sight, but she knew it was too late.

"Come out," he shouted, and then added, "I know it's you, Ms. Sylvanas."

It seemed that there was no need to hide anymore, the Ranger walked out. She had no intention of returning the sword to the sheath, and she was not sure whether Ronin was using her and Fistard.

The mage looked at her disappointedly. "I thought it had been teleported far enough, but I didn't expect that I could escape your sharp ears. What are you doing here?"

"I'm just walking around. But you've been here alone and have caused me a lot of questions."

"This has nothing to do with you..." Luo Ning said, suddenly turning his face slightly, as if he was listening to the instructions of the absent person again.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Well, follow your command."

Sylvanas clasped the hilt of the sword, "Who are you talking to?"

To her surprise, a slightly red badge suddenly appeared in Luo Ning's hand, with a gem on it. "He wants to tell you personally."
Chapter completed!