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"Is this Quel'thalas?" the child asked. In his eyes, Crassus saw surprise and a slight disappointment, and the Red Dragon was full of questions just like him.

"Quel Thalas?" Crasus looked at the "intruder" curiously. It was obvious that he had no malice. However, the Red Dragon was very surprised how the Elf Boy came here. The flight point connected to the Dragon Sleeping Temple was suspended a month ago. There have been no foreign visitors for a while. "This is not the country of Elf, child. Of course, this is not the place you should come."

Belloril looked at the tall and handsome elf with inquiring eyes.

The elf's eyes were light blue and his body was dark red. He looked like a wizard, but he wore a long sword around his waist.

"It's amazing." Bellorel murmured, "You shouldn't be an elf. You don't have the smell of my fellow tribe."

"My name is Crasus." Red Dragon replied.

"You're Crasus?" Belorel barely restrained his emotions. "I've heard of you, in Dalaran, there's a platform named after you. They say you're a red dragon."

"I did belong to that place in the past, but not now." Crasus replied slowly, smiling at the child. "I just want to stay here to take care of the queen's children, but I'm curious why you are here, little guy, can you explain?"

Bellorell began to tell how he slipped out of Quel'thalas and how he came here. During this period, Crasus used magic to make some pastries and water for him. The elf boy looked like a hungry wolf eating.

"You said you were brought here by a griffin?" Crassus thought this sounded absurd, but it was logical to think about it. The child had no reason to lie, he just came here by chance.

"Where is this place?" After saying so much, it was finally Belorel's turn to ask.

"This is a shelter." Crasus whispered, "It is called the Red Jade Temple, the real home of the Red Dragon Queen, and the spiritual belonging of the Red Dragon clan."

"Red Jade Temple?" Belorel had a little bit of cake crumbs on his lips. He took out a piece of exquisite silk cloth that had been folded many times from his pocket. Crassus saw at a glance that it was a map, and the workmanship of this map was not simple, and it was even much better than military maps.

However, the Red Dragon Mage couldn't help but chuckled when the boy opened the map. It was a map of the Eastern Kingdom, and it looked like a map where Lordaeron had not been attacked by the undead many years ago.

“Where is this place on the map?”

"I don't want to disappoint you from the bottom of my heart." The Dragon Master suppressed his smile and replied, "But the Red Jade Temple is not on your map, and even you are not."

"Really?" The boy's expression of joy was completely beyond Crasus' expectations. "So this is far from Quel'thalas? Then I can finally feel relieved." Bellor lies backward, crosses his hands and lays on the back of his head, completely forgetting that he is on the territory of the Red Dragon at this moment.

"Little guy, you should go home quickly. Your parents don't want their children to run around outside." Crassus sat next to Bellorill, and then his caring eyes were fixed on the dragon egg closest to him.

Belloriel closed his eyes as if ready to enjoy a good sleep, his voice casually and lazy: "I don't have a father, I only have a nagging mother."

"What about your father?"

The boy turned over and leaned against Crasus, his voice softer, "They said that my father died before my birth, and he died bravely."

Crasus nodded hesitantly, and he looked at the elf boy who was entering his dream with some regret. This child has no father since he was born, and his father may not even have time to meet him. Such tragedies happen frequently in the dragon clan, and even his queen has had similar experiences.

"I hope you have a good dream, kid."

Crasus was about to stand up and continue patrolling the Red Jade Temple. Suddenly, the mage raised his head vigilantly, smelling the air with his nose. Changing the body shape of a mortal would not affect his senses. He reminded himself that his ears did catch some small sounds just now.

Crassus pushed Belorel hard, covering the boy's mouth as he opened his eyes, and narrowed his eyes with a gesture of silence.

"Hide behind the tree."

"What happened?" Belorel had not yet got the answer, and the dragon mage in front of him then roared and released a lightning spell in a certain direction. In a blink of an eye, Belorel heard the sound of falling to the ground, and he saw what Crasus saw. There were many people, many people from different races, even blood elves, all wearing dark purple or black robes.

Crasus did not choose the dragon form because there were many enemies. Once he turned back to the red dragon, each spell released by the dragon form would cause huge damage, and there were so many dragon eggs in the temple.

"who are they?"

"Twilight Hammer!" Crassus said the other person's name hatefully.

Bellorell didn't know what it was, but Crassus' angry expression was enough to show that they were bad people. The boy hurriedly touched his whole body, hoping to find something that could save his life. After searching for a long time, he only found a bottle of pink reagent in his pocket.

What is this for?

The number of Twilight Hammer members who broke into the temple exceeded Crasus' imagination, and what scared the Red Dragon Mage was that their purpose was not to destroy the temple, but to those dragon eggs that had not hatched. Crasus gritted his teeth and thought that he could not let them succeed. He could only release the spells faster and crush them one by one without hurting the dragon eggs. However, the enemies did not let out a painful howl, and some even laughed arrogantly when they died.

Belorel felt extremely disgusted when he watched all this. The group of people were simply crazy. He tried his best to turn his eyes to other places. When he turned around, he found a troll avoiding Crasus's sight and was kneeling in front of a dragon egg on one knee, guiding the spell that the boy had never seen before. Belorel walked over quietly and came behind the troll...

"What are you doing?"

The troll turned around and stared at Bellorel. As he was about to reach out to pinch the elf's neck, a ring of flame bloomed under his feet. During his heartbeat, he was surrounded by clusters of flames, burning all over his body, turning into coke in the wail of pain.

Bellor's face turned pale, and Crassus, not far behind him, shouted: "Stay away from them."
Chapter completed!