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Belorel regretted it a little. He didn't prepare enough. After leaving Dara, his clothes were not enough to withstand the cold weather in Northrend. Therefore, he could only fit the griffin that carried him more closely. The elf boy wanted to know where he was flying, so he didn't dare to speak because the cold wind would pour into his throat. The only thing that was certain was that he had been flying for a long time and the moon had reached the highest sky. Belorel turned his head carefully to look. Without Dararan's shadow, he had left the Jingge Forest?

"Where are you going to take me?" he asked, his vision showing an ice tundra - a scene he had never seen before. The excitement was unspeakable, and Bellor's excitement would not disappear because it was too cold, and everything he saw before him was not there. Some things in the book stood alive before him, such as the hordes of paired shovel-toothed deer, the tall mammoths, and the bonkers gathered around the hills.

“It’s amazing.”

The griffin shook up and down, and this abrupt behavior scared Belorel, and the elf hugged the griffin's neck even tighter.

"What's wrong?"

The griffin screamed again, as if reminding him that the destination was coming soon.

Bellorel bravely raised his head and looked forward.

Under the moonlight, a slender, pale outline extends to the sky, and the arches covered with snow and snow are closely connected. This style is not like the architectural style of any race. Belloril thinks it is like a mage tower, but it is much taller and more majestic than any mage tower he has ever seen, making people awe and devout.

"Am I going there?" asked Belorel. He seemed to have no choice. The griffin had begun to descend and landed under the building that stood in the ice field. It was not until this time that Belorel realized that he had not witnessed the whole picture of the building that looked like a tower. It turned out that part of the building was buried under the ice field, and the huge crack on the ice became the entrance for him to enter here.

Belorel carefully jumped off the griffin's back. He raised his head and saw no end, only seeing Northrend's sky and a few white clouds flowing under the blue-gray night. Looking up, Belorel felt a pain in his neck.

"Where is this?" the elf boy asked the griffin, after all, it brought him here with him. But when he turned around, the griffin had disappeared.

What's going on? Why is he alone inexplicably left? Bellorel observed everywhere in confusion, and there was no one except himself. Could that griffin know how to invisible?

"Forget it, this is exactly the same as what Brian Bronzebeard wrote anyway. A wonderful and unexpected opportunity starts a magical journey." As he said, his body finally reacting to the surrounding environment. Bellorell forgot that he was still in the snow and ice, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. After a few sneezes, the elf ran into the tower.

This distance doesn't look too far, but in fact he underestimated the size of the tower. Under the arch on the ground floor, Bellorell felt as small as an ant.

"What kind of creature needs such a big door?" With such a question, he walked in. Bellorel didn't hear any suspicious sounds from beginning to end. It is still unknown whether there is anyone here.

The first ray of light shone on the roof of the hall, dyeing the pale stone surface golden. The air was frozen, and Bellor opened his mouth and exclaimed. He had imagined what he would see when he entered the tower, but the width inside was something the young elves did not expect. It was enough to accommodate hundreds of people, and perhaps more, it was simply a square, but the square was no longer as simple as I remembered, filled with flags, but the inner area carved out of exquisite marble was full of decorative flowers and geometric patterns. A beautiful sphere with white light was hung under the center of the roof beam, which illuminated the place.

Bellorell could finally understand the feelings of the Explorer Association when he saw the wonders of the world. It was difficult for him to describe everything in front of him, and accepting the information here even delayed his thoughts of moving his steps.

It took him a long time to get used to it, and then he locked his eyes on the portal surrounding the hall and pressed against the wall. Bellorell saw the five five-color portals at the beginning, which were much taller than the portals of the Tower of Sun Rage. What was behind those doors? Curiosity drove Bellorell to the red portal, wanting to leave Quel'thalas. He was excited and scared, and he mustered up the courage to pass through.

Crasus was staying in the Red Jade Temple in the form of a high elves to take care of the unborn children, one of his favorite places. The Red Jade Temple used to be like the home of the High elves. The leaves of the woods showed a warm red, and the fragrance of flowers was everywhere on the gentle hills. It was very warm and spacious.

If there is any place that makes his heart more joyful than here, it is to take care of their descendants for his Queen Alextasa. The dragon tribe will choose to place a part of the dragon eggs in the temple suitable for their environment under the Dragon Mid Sect God, which is a safe place.

The Red Dragon Queen went to the top of the Dragon Mile Temple, where all the dragon representatives except the Black Dragon gathered together just to consolidate the unity within the dragon clan.

This work is crucial. Not long ago, the fall of the Blue Dragon King Marigos made the entire dragon clan uneasy because it was Alextsa who had already done it. In the painful war of the demon clan, the dragons killed each other. Many people died. After that war, the Red Dragon Queen cherished the relationship between the dragon clans, but Crassus doubted whether his lover realized that the relationship had become fragile and tense.

At least one thing is certain that this council will never be very pleasant.

Crassus walked around and looked at the unhatched dragon eggs. His concerns were temporarily reduced. He focused his mind, abandoned his worries, and firmly believed that the Queen could handle everything well.

Soon, his idea was wiped out by one of these dragon eggs. It was a dragon egg of unique shape. It had no spikes all over, and the red and white eggshell was very strange. If it was seen by other dragon members, they would definitely think that this was the descendants of other races were mixed with their unborn tribe members.

Only Crasus and Alextasa know the truth. This is indeed the descendant of the queen, but it cannot be hatched at all because it is the product of the combination of the queen and a mortal. Crasus repeatedly persuaded the queen to destroy this something that was a great shame for her, but the life-bound swearing person refuses to hurt all life. The duties of the Red Dragon clan cannot be desecrated.

In desperation, Crasus sighed and placed the dragon egg in its original position on the ground.

"that……"

The red dragon kept his calm expression, but the sense of surprise had spread throughout his body. Why were there other people here? And the sound... he turned around and saw a child who had an elf appearance like himself standing not far away.
Chapter completed!