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Bellorel never expected that his mother would leave a guard at the entrance, but he still escaped. As long as his body was dirty enough, even his compatriots would avoid him.

Aunt Wen Leisa actually said that he knew nothing about magic. The young elf thought indignantly, and began to take off his loose coat. The guy who was "robbed" by him looked very fat, why was he a homeless man? Bellor has not figured it out so far, but he is not a robber who robs people's clothes, but the fat man comes to find fault first.

Originally, he thought it was safe to hide in the sewer, but he obviously underestimated his mother's determination to find him. Dalaran was full of casual travelers, and it was too difficult to avoid being discovered by them. What's more, Bellor's pockets were empty and penniless. If you want to use the flight point on the Crassus platform, you must have a silver coin.

The robe was thrown into the grass by him, and the inner layer was a lilac shirt and tan trousers. Looking at his sleeves, Bellorell smiled and wondered if his mother had regarded the holes in the robe as patches.

A white handkerchief taken out of his pocket turned completely black after wiping his face. He took care of his short golden hair a little, and finally looked a little cleaner.

"I won't stay in Silver Moon City." Belorel curled his lips. Whenever he grows one year older, Silver Moon City will always become very lively. There are many nobles who come to give him gifts, and they all have one thing in common, that is, they will evaluate him as a wise leader in the future. Belorel has a certain concept of his status when he was six years old - he is more noble than others. As he gets older, he feels more and more that those who always praise him are not because of him, but because of his identity. If he is not the son of the Regent, those people may not even look at him.

So instead of staying in a hypocritical environment, it is better to go to the outside world to take a look. At least everything is real and at most it will be hard. After all, Yinyue City is really a gentle place to him.

In addition, in Silver Moon City, he was determined to die of everything he should do in one day, and he had plans for everything he should do. Bellorel felt very tired.

"Where should I go?" the elf boy couldn't help asking himself. He didn't stop for a moment and approached the Crassus platform as fast as possible.

"stop!"

Bellorel shivered all over, and someone behind him shouted in a familiar voice that surprised him: "Don't think you can escape so easily, Bellorel! Go back with me immediately."

Damn it! How could it be discovered so quickly? The elf boy ran forward, and he naturally heard that the people behind him were also chasing him.

I would have known that I wouldn't have grimaced on the rag, otherwise my mother wouldn't have reacted so quickly.

"Belorel!" Aurelia was still calling out loudly, asking her son to stop, but the "prey" was running faster and faster. This speed really had the potential to be a ranger. The Regent vowed to catch him.

"He is approaching the Crassus platform." Wenleza reminded her sister.

"He has money!" Aurelia said, and remembered the silver coin she handed over, and secretly scolded herself for not seeing through the disguise of a twelve-year-old child, let alone her own child.

Never be caught.

The elf boy gasped and ran towards the flight administrator who was taking care of the griffin's feathers.

"Sir!" His sudden shouting scared the administrator, "This is a silver coin." Bellorel hurriedly threw the money to the other party, and accidentally hit the administrator in the face. "I'm sorry!" he said, jumping quickly to the back of a griffin, grabbed a handful of feathers and pulled it up.

"Hey! It's dark soon, flight is prohibited now!" the flight administrator shouted.

Bellorell didn't care about anything he had to do. He only knew that he would be taken back to Silver Moon City if he didn't fly.

"Good guy, fly quickly." He shouted, and saw his mother and aunt approaching quickly. The crown prince of Quel's throne suddenly realized that he had no idea how to control a griffin, and even less how to let it take off. This was a fatal problem.

Just when Belorel was helpless, the griffin suddenly felt his thoughts. His wings stretched upwards, and with a scream from his mouth, it jumped up high in the sky, shocking the elves that had not yet been prepared on their backs and the elves chasing them from below.

"Belorill." Aurelia was very worried about her son's situation at this moment, and at the same time, her ears heard the sound of the bow and arrow being pulled apart. The Regent hurriedly stopped the rangers who wanted to attack the griffin. "Stop, Belorill will be injured by accident!"

The griffin hovered above the Crasus platform, and the elf behind him screamed in panic at first, which attracted the people below to follow him and run around the platform, trying to catch him when he fell down. Especially Aurelia, she was always thinking about how to get Belorel down. If the griffin is not controlled, it will become irritable, and then it will definitely break free from Belorel.

The pilot below realized that something was wrong and kept whistling to ask the griffin to descend, but there was no effect. This showed that the griffin had lost control and the regent became more and more anxious.

Another scream popped out of the griffin's long beak. Bellorel finally dared to open his eyes and look down. The quick-changing picture and height at the beginning made him a little dizzy, and soon the elf adapted. In order not to let himself fall, he wrapped his hands around the griffin's neck and lay on his feathered back.

"This feels great!" Belorel shouted. Perhaps feeling that he was ready, the griffin immediately turned around and rushed out of the Crassus platform. If the height just now was a little nervous for the elf boy, then the bottomless darkness below made Belorel's legs weak. He didn't dare to look at it, so he could only hold the griffin's neck tightly with his eyes closed.

Aurelia came to the edge of the platform with almost tears and shouted, "My child!" She watched the small figure on the griffin's back disappear into the shadows under the sun, and cursed the griffin.

"That's your griffin! Why is this happening?" The Regent asked the flight administrator. Compared to her, who was congested with anger, the other party's face was extremely pale.

"I don't know, I've tried my best." The administrator looked at his whistle, "Dalaran's griffin has never had such a problem. Countless adventurers come here every day..."

"Don't worry about this for now, tell me where the griffin flew to."

"Every griffin is strictly trained. They are connected to other flying points on Northrend through special code words. Different code words lead to different places, but I didn't issue any code words just now, so..."

When Aurelia heard this, she furiously grabbed the administrator's collar and said, "Say what she just said!"

"This...is not my fault, it must be... something must have happened, maybe... maybe... maybe it has something to do with that griffin."
Chapter completed!