Mortal desires are easy to control. Tenaris is indeed a wise king. Everything he does is a good response to everything that happens in this world.
But unfortunately, he is just a mortal.
He couldn't see more things, couldn't see the Burning Legion behind him, and their power. He just regarded this matter as a conflict between Arthas and a little person. The most important thing was Prestor.
Sir, this son-in-law whom I value.
As for whether what the other party said was true, Tenaris didn't care much because he didn't think the other party would be a giant dragon hundreds of meters long.
"This is the limit of mortals."
Sir Presto walked on the road with ease and joy.
"He is indeed a difficult opponent, but unfortunately, he is too old."
Regarding Tenaris, Sir Presto knew very well that the other party now trusted him at all. As long as he was given time, the other party would be able to detect the loopholes in his plan.
After all, magic is not omnipotent. Even he cannot cast charm spells on Tenaris at will. He can only increase his own affinity.
But unfortunately, at this point, the other party is just a mortal. A few years ago, he might have been able to detect some of his own thoughts in verbal conversations, but now the other party...
Sorry, just a bad old man.
Sir Prestor is very arrogant, but he also has this capital, because he is one of the most powerful forces in the world, so he can naturally look down on Tenaris.
After entering the portal opened by the court mage, Sir Presto could feel the unnatural look in his eyes, but he didn't care.
After Li Ke leaves, he will almost leave here. By that time, Dalaran's words will not be so important.
And most importantly, he wanted to deal with Luo Ning, the person who ruined his plan.
"Looks like you're scared of me?"
Sir Prestor's laughter made the mage who opened the portal tremble, but he still opened his own portal successfully.
He didn't know why Tenaris didn't want to believe what the Dalaran envoy said and believed that Sir Prestor was the famous Deathwing, but there was no doubt that he believed it.
However, seeing Sir Presto disappear easily into the portal he opened, the mage from Dalaran was also stunned for a moment, because his ability was simply not enough to open a portal that could allow dragons to pass through.
Portal.
The more powerful people and things are, the harder it is for them to use the power of teleportation, and if it is used forcefully, it will cause catastrophic consequences.
But looking at Sir Prestor Shi Shiran walking out of the portal, the court mage couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.
"Is what he said true? Did Deathwing steal his identity?"
If the other party is a dragon, then his portal will collapse, but obviously, when teleporting the other party, his own portal is very stable...
"Forget it, why should I worry..."
The court mage shrugged. Anyway, Dalaran had already received the news. He was the mage who opened the portal, so what else could he want to do?
So, the court mage turned around and stared at his apprentice.
A Lordaeron girl with a nice butt.
However, just as Sir Presto went to where Li Ke was, an elf mage silently left Dalaran and went to a hidden place.
That is the place where a famous mage lives.
But when the mage with bright red hair was gnawing on the delicious bread made by his comrades and looked up to see the elf mage appear, he almost threw two fireballs the size of millstones.
"Crasus! Why are you here again!"
He stood up in a hurry and wanted to hide somewhere, but he immediately realized that he was just wasting his efforts. Not to mention the magical ability of the elf mage opposite him, just after the other party returned to his original form, he could
In one breath, the tavern they were in was blown away.
"Oh, Luo Ning, your performance really makes me sad."
Crassus still liked his apprentice very much, so when he saw the other person trying to avoid him like a cockroach, he was really sad for a moment.
"Come on! Crassus! Did anything good happen when you were looking for me?!"
Luo Ning responded directly. Whether he was asked to investigate the Dragonmaw Orcs or Sir Presto, also known as Deathwing, he never ended well.
If he hadn't had better luck and the skills of his comrade Vereesa, he would have died many times!
Krasus choked for a moment. He thought about his experience of finding this apprentice and found that from a mortal perspective, the experience the other party suffered was indeed not that wonderful.
"Well, although it's a pity, it's not a good thing this time."
Krasus's expression became serious, and Luo Ning put down the stool he subconsciously picked up, preparing to smash it against his former mentor and boss.
When Krasus saw Ronin calm down, he revealed the information he had obtained from Dalaran's spies.
"Deathwing is back, and he seems to be planning to convince King Tenaris to arrest you."
"puff!!!"
The bread in Ronin's mouth suddenly spurted out, causing the elf who made these delicious breads to frown, but because she was in front of Krasus, she didn't say much.
"wait……"
Ronin covered his head and stretched out his hand to Krasus.
"I'm pretty sure that I've revealed Deathwing's identity, right? With the relationship between Dalaran and His Highness Tenaris, he should be exposed directly, right?"
The red-haired mage felt that his head was hurting. He couldn't figure out why such troublesome things always bothered him, and every time it happened to be about dragons——
The most important thing is that every time it’s Krasus, the bastard!
"Actually, this is what I'm wondering about, because I received news from my correspondent in Dalaran that not only does Sir Presto have a completely human body, but he can easily pass through a crappy mage.
The portal opened. Therefore, many people are willing to believe that the identity of the other party was stolen by Deathwing. After all, this is really not difficult."
Luo Ning froze on the spot. The information here explained a lot of things, because it was impossible for Deathwing to pass through the portal opened by the crappy mage that Krasus said.
But it was obvious that neither Krasus nor himself felt that the other party was not Deathwing.
"so?"
The red-haired mage sighed and asked Krasus.
"I need your help, Luo Ning."
Krasus showed a smile and added something when the other party and the silver-haired elf next to him frowned.
