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When I came in just now, I was too anxious and Karegos noticed no abnormality at all. Everyone here thought he might get out of control. So I prepared in advance.

"The Blue Dragon Clan has never offended the Forgotten One. How dare you commit such a brutal act?" Caregus no longer cared about whether the elder was in front of him. Since he could not attack, he wanted to see what expression Merriel would have towards his words.

The Necromancer was very calm, and perhaps apologized to a certain extent in his slightly frown. "The Forgotten is not the mastermind who steals the Focus Rainbow." Merriel shook his head and revealed the truth of the matter, including the news that Teregosa is still alive.

Everyone was shocked.

"Horde?" The great wizard Kadega stroked his chin, lowering his head slightly as if he was understanding the meaning of the word, and then he said, "I am not surprised by Nathanos's vision. The question is, why should he participate in something he doesn't want to do?"

After hearing the news about his sister, Caregus's mood eased a little. But he couldn't say a happy thing. If Merriel alone explained, the Forgotten seemed to have done something good.

"Do you remember the bomb that the tribe dropped on Theramore?" the mage reminded. "If that bomb turned into a rainbow of focus, what would things turn out to be?"

These words made Caregus feel cold in his heart. Out of his understanding of the Focus Rainbow, countless possible results flashed through his mind and then quickly withered. This did not require any explanation, and the city would inevitably be destroyed.

"So that's it," said Waggs, "the Forgotten stopped a disaster."

The other two mages also showed more or less agreeable expressions. Only Karegoth could not let go. He struggled to organize the language. Finally, deep anger forced him to sniff out a question: "So why? Why? Why? Why? Don't you return that treasure, and my sister, how is she now?"

"She is very good, her injuries have healed. She is imprisoned in the underground tunnel of Maraton. As for the Focus Rainbow..."

If the Withered One wants to carry out a ritual to strengthen himself, he needs a magic source, and the Focus Rainbow can meet his needs. Merriel wants to tell the truth to the Blue Dragon, but he knows that no matter how he explains, he is just adding fuel to the fire. Whether it is Garrosh or Nathanos, they are all using treasures belonging to the Blue Dragon to achieve their goals.

The mage finally said: "I can't be sure where it is, but I can be sure that Nathanos will use it in recent times."

"Meril." Ronin inserted into the conversation. "How would Nathanos use it? Also, like Hellscream, use it against his own enemies?"

"No." Merriel murmured, the volume was much smaller than before, as if he was hiding something. "He knew what the bottom line was, and he wouldn't do that."

"Maybe I shouldn't ask that, but at least it will help us relieve the tension." The great wizard Waggs said, "Will Nathanos use the Focus Rainbow cause any terrible consequences?"

Almost at the same time, Waggs felt Carregoth staring at him with a hatred. Blue Dragon roared in his heart: Can the undead be allowed to do whatever he wants without disastrous consequences?

"For other races in Azeroth, there is no consequence. If the consequences are really to be said, then the Forgotten will bear it." Merriel couldn't help but sigh. He had repeatedly warned the Withered people about the risk of strengthening the ritual. Once it fails, he is likely to turn into dust.

"I see."

Kardga's words interrupted Merriel's thoughts. He stared at him.

I understand...what?

"Is he going to use the Focus Rainbow to strengthen his body or is about to?"

From the time he arrived at Dalaran? When he saw Kadega, Merriel realized that this person's keen thinking ability was not weaker than that of Nathanos. The Necromancer was very curious? How did he see this?

Ronin and Waggs were also confused. They looked at each other.

"The last time I saw Nathanos, I found that his body was overwhelmed. At that time, I was wondering, as a far-sighted person, should he consider changing himself to a more durable body?"

Merriel could not comment on his explanation, but could recognize the authenticity of the words. The undead nodded and immediately opposed it from Carregoth.

"Even the most experienced blue dragon cannot control the Rainbow of Focus." This is not a threat, Karegos, who was once a weaver, was convinced. "No mortal can bear that huge energy? Does Nathanos see himself as a god? He is simply..."

Crazy!

Karegos restrained himself and did not say the last two words.

During the days when Dalaran was with Ronin and Kardga, ​​they occasionally mentioned some names that made them remember when they chat. Nathanos was one of the few people mentioned by two wizards at the same time.

A long-range plan, self-discipline, outstanding ability, and observing... I can hardly find a derogatory word in my evaluation of him.

But now, Caregus really cannot connect that person with these praises? He can only use four words to evaluate the other party: overestimate one's ability!

Lan Long sighed. "Whatever it is? I must regain the focus rainbow." He looked at Dalaran's three with an inquiring gaze, and was surprised by the confused look on their faces.

"You are going to stay out of it?" Caregus was surprised by his words. This was not the responsibility of the magic city, so he quickly changed his words: "I'll go alone."

"Are you going to fall into the trap?"

Kadega's questions tripped the Blue Dragon's feet that wanted to move. He looked at the white-haired wizard, while the other party was looking at Merriel.

"Merel, please tell us. You come here to provide information, does Nathanos know?"

"He should guess."

"Then we must act cautiously," Kadega turned to Karegoth and said. "Maybe Nathanos has figured out how to deal with you, Karegoth."

Even so, I can't sit still and wait for death. Caregus roared in his heart. "So, please tell me, the great master, and Ronin Dalaran can provide some diplomatic help?"

The answer he got was undoubtedly the embarrassed look of the two mages. It was not their fault, because their impression of Nathanos would definitely make them doubt the authenticity of Merriel's words. Moreover, as a neutral city, Dalaran should not have participated in the fight between other forces.

Seeing them hesitate, Carregoth stopped hesitating. He turned around and left, and at the same time he did not forget to look at Merriel.

The originally implicit anger has faded. Caregus is now very calm. What is left of his calm appearance? Perhaps it is worry, perhaps it is thanks to Merrell for telling the truth and being difficult to speak of.

The Necromancer had no way to know it. But he felt relieved. It was right to tell Caregus the truth.

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"What's your name?" Varian Wrien stared at Queldore in front of him with wolf-like eyes. It was Jaina who brought him to him, and the female mage stood aside and listened.

"Lanceber, your majesty." Lansber bowed, then raised his chest to make the covenant robe more conspicuous, so as to express his position.

The king was a little distrustful of the elves. He glanced at Prodmore. "I heard from Jaina that you seem to have important information."

Lansber nodded and took out the letters that had been prepared.

There was no wax seal on the letter, so I couldn't tell where it was sent. However, when Varian took it, he found that the letter had two layers and a layer of leather on the outside.

With such caution, Varian realized that the person who wrote the letter did not want others to see what was written on it.

"You all retreat." Varian said to the soldiers and consultants in the conference room. Except for Lanceber and Gianna, everyone else left.

Only then did Varian start to tear off the outer skin and take out the letter hidden inside. But the moment he saw that the wax seal was a phoenix pattern, he almost jumped out of the chair. "This is..."

When he was about to question why Lansber brought Quel's letter, Jaina raised her hand to stop him and shook her head slightly.

Varian tried hard to calm his restlessness and snorted coldly. "It seems that I am not the first person to know the contents of the letter."

He crushed the wax seal and began to browse what was written on the letter.

In the situation Jaina imagined, Varian would definitely be suspicious of the news. Unexpectedly, the king laughed. But the meaning was not happiness, but the quarantine.

"Does Aurelia think I can't even see such a trick?" He stared at Lansber, hoping that the elf could give him an explanation.

Lansber frowned. "What the Regent wants to say is true, Your Majesty. Before I left, she swore in the name of the Windrunners. In the case of the Sun-Salazar had lost trust in Garrosh. They hoped to overthrow the chief's rule. But this matter... Sindore alone can't do it."

"Gianna, what do you think?" Varian asked.

"Whether to cooperate or not, the decision is in your hands, Your Majesty the King," said Jaina. "But if we have a way to end the war faster, why not try it? More people will survive."

The king remained silent and read the letter again, as if he could find a loophole that proved that this was a conspiracy.

"I really want to know how this letter was delivered to you. Isn't Aurelia also in the Kassanglang jungle? How did she make small moves under Garrosh's nose?"

Jaina and Lansber looked at each other, and they all showed faint smiles, which made Varian confused.

"In fact, the Regent is still in Quel'thalas," Lanceber replied.

Varian's body shook, his eyes full of suspicion of the news. The spy from MI7 clearly said that Aurelia had arrived in Pandaria.

"Please forgive me, your Majesty. Every leader of the tribe was watched by Garrosh. In order to divert the spy's attention, the Regent had to make this decision."

Varian thought for a while, nodded slowly, as if accepting the explanation. But he immediately raised another question: "The letter said that both sides need to send a representative with weight, but the time and place are not indicated. I can't see that Aurelia has the sincerity to cooperate."

Jaina walked to him and whispered a name in his ear. Varian looked at her in surprise.

"you mean?"

"As before, when a common enemy appears, the alliance and the tribe have a chance to cooperate."

Varian's thick eyebrows were sank. "Gianna, don't forget. Whether it is the Lich King or the Deathwing, the Alliance must put all its strength to deal with them. And now you see..." His hands spread out, and in front of him was the battle map of the Kasanlang jungle. The statuettes representing the army, supplies and weapons were placed on it. Of course, some were blue, and some were red.

"We can't pull away now."

"Theramore is willing to accept this task." Jaina made a decision on the way here. Looking at the female mage's firm eyes, Varian even wondered if she had already prepared her soldiers.

"Are you sure? It's very risky. If it's really a tribal conspiracy, we can't respond at all when an accident occurs."

"But if it is true, we have an absolute chance of winning in this war. I am willing to take a risk."

"Gianna." Varian said his name in a heavy voice. "Your city was almost destroyed by a tribe, and you are willing to believe them. I have to admire your courage."

"Because I believe that attacking Theramore is not the will of every tribe leader. I still remember that war, on the battlefield, I didn't see a few blood elves soldiers. After Theramore moved to the giant pit of Dalaran, Aurelia did not send an army to confront us. So I think she is trustworthy. Now if you agree, I will immediately prepare, and Lansber will also return to Quel'thalas and convey our decision to the Regent."

Ghost Wolf's eyes were back and forth between the female mage and Queldore. He knew very well that his answer might be the turning point of the entire war. Such an important decision should have been negotiated with other alliance leaders, but it would have been a waste of time, and it would have been even worse if his allies and consultants were very negative about this.

But if it succeeds, the balance of victory will completely turn to the league.

Looking at the small statue on the map - lifelike, Varian made the final decision. He grabbed a soldier's statue with his armoured hand, stood up, and handed it to Jaina's hand.

"Then try it."

The female mage's doubts disappeared, and she assured Varian: "I will definitely complete the task."
Chapter completed!