Back in Dalaran, Rhonin needed to see Krasus immediately.
It is very difficult for a nominal disciple like Luo Ning to meet his mentor, especially the aloof Krasus, who is said to spend forty-eight hours a day studying magic.
Fortunately, the gold coins given by Lord Presto worked. After some careful planning, I finally got the chance to meet Crassus.
At this time, the Red Dragon Clan was at its peak, and Krasus was one of the most trusted companions of the Red Dragon Queen. He was arrogant and arrogant, and promised to meet Luoning after lunch for no more than five minutes.
Luo Ning waited outside early and was finally summoned after lunch. He saw Krasus picking his teeth and half a tauren lying on the table, dripping with blood.
"This is the magic you need, take it and practice it, that's it." Krasus casually took out a magic book and threw it in front of Luo Ning.
This is an intermediate magic book that records more than a dozen complicated magics, enough for Luo Ning to practice for several years.
With a friendly smile, Luo Ning nodded and bowed, and sent the letter from Lord Presto.
Krasus didn't care, he took it casually, opened it and read it, his expression quickly became gloomy, and he glared at Ronin angrily.
"Damn it, how could anyone know about this? This is a naked threat." After saying this, he asked suspiciously:
"Luo Ning, do you understand dragon language?"
Luo Ning shook his head blankly.
The letter is written in dragon language. Dragon language is different from other languages. Unless you have dragon blood, you can only understand it through specific magic.
Krasus was shocked and doubtful, believing that it was not Ronin's fault. Perhaps this little Dalaran mage was also kept in the dark.
But Crassus had to take the threat in the letter seriously. It was a secret and he thought no one knew about it. If it was leaked, he would be finished.
"Okay, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself. You can go back and wait for the news." Krasus waved his hand impatiently, having not yet decided what task to arrange for Luo Ning.
Luo Ning left with a lot of gratitude.
The Kirin Tor Council of Six Mages, the highest authority in Dalaran, these six top mages in Azeroth hold regular meetings to discuss matters.
Dalaran's Sky Council Hall is a wonderful place. There are a lot of active elements here, and they are flowing quickly. It is obscured by clouds and mist that are uncertain in light and dark. The dark gray marble slabs are engraved with complex magic symbols, forming a strange...
Six-pointed star array.
Participants need to project themselves on the corner of the hexagram. As long as they know the secret key and ritual, a simple magic can be completed no matter how far away they are.
Of course, mages like to keep secrets and don't want their companions to see what they are busy with. They will hide their whole bodies in black cloaks.
"There is a situation in Khaz Modan." The first person to speak was a man with a resolute face, and his tone was a little impatient: "The red dragon destroys the homes of the dwarves, and the humans living together with the dwarves can no longer stand it, and we must find a way.
I have detected that the Dragonmaw clan has trapped her in a cave in Dan Orgaz."
"This is just a small matter." A woman's voice came, with a calm tone, as if she didn't care. "Those dwarves will not be eaten up. I think the recent tax reduction is the most important thing.
"Really, the money sent by the Kingdom of Stormwind is too little, so they used the money to rebuild the city."
"These barbarians in the Kingdom of Stormwind don't know how to respect us." A grumpy voice came: "Don't they know that without the protection of Dalaran, Azeroth would have been destroyed by the orcs long ago?
However, the orc invasions were defeated time and time again.”
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
Even the most shameless Dalaran mage has to admit that Dalaran is as fragile as a baby in front of the orcs. Some people describe this magical city as the meat warehouse of the orcs.
A gentle voice broke the embarrassment. "Well, there is very bad news. Someone is putting pressure on us, thinking that Dalaran's funds should be cut. The orcs in the shelter are starving. In order to keep the orcs fed,
Some people think we should give up boring magic research."
"Is it King Terenas?" The high-level mage who spoke this time was shrouded in thunder and lightning. It was Antonidas, the chief magister of Dalaran.
"If it is necessary to reduce funds in Dalaran for the sake of the orcs, the civilians can go hungry, but the orcs must be fed."
"I don't understand." The first mage to speak asked in confusion: "It's kind enough not to execute all the orcs. At least half of the human race was eaten by the orcs during the war. Why do we have to feed these damn beasts?
"
"Watch your words." Antonidas warned: "Orcs are also living beings and should be treated equally."
"But Deathwing wouldn't think so." A fatter figure said: "King Terenas was affected. Someone persuaded him to kill all the orcs to reduce the pressure on the kingdom. We all know that King Terenas himself
I want to use the orcs to conquer Azeroth, but unfortunately the orcs are weak now, and they have no use except wasting food."
"Do you think this is Deathwing's conspiracy?" Krasus, who had been silent, asked.
"Yes, I have detected some traces of black magic." The fat archmage replied: "In the palace of Lordaeron, if black magic affects King Terenas, the consequences will be disastrous. I think everyone here will
I don’t want to see the benevolent and kind-hearted orcs being slaughtered.”
"I don't think so." A voice muttered quietly, but unfortunately disappeared in the whistling of the elements.
"Is there any way to defeat Deathwing?" Antonidas asked.
Everyone was silent again. Luxury and enjoyment had become the custom of Dalaran's top leaders, and a few aliens were ostracized by everyone. Fighting was usually left to ordinary mages or apprentices, but unfortunately their lowly magic would only become Deathwing's dinner.
.
"Perhaps, we can rescue the Red Dragon Queen." The speaker this time was a young figure, vaguely showing a handsome elf face, and then quickly disappeared: "Only Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, can fight against Deathwing.
Everyone, who of you is willing to go? I will be the first to sign up."
Antonidas retorted: "You can't go. Your magic will cause a lot of casualties to the Dragonmaw clan. This is too cruel. The kind orcs should not be treated so unequally. My heart will hurt. All
Even the kind-hearted mage of Dalaran will not agree."
Crassus thought: "I have a suitable candidate."
"who?"
"Luo Ning."
"Are you talking about that idiot?" The woman who spoke before said harshly: "Not to mention his bad behavior, his meager strength alone will only give the orcs a snack. I don't think this is a good idea.
"
Krasus suggested: "We can use Luo Ning as a scout to keep an eye on the situation and report to us at any time. Although we cannot rescue the Red Dragon Queen, everything is in our hands."
"A very good proposal." Antonidas said loudly: "Some of the orcs who invaded Dalaran two years ago joined the Dragonmaw clan and were very dissatisfied with the accident that night. If we take the initiative to send Luo Ning there, we will definitely win the war.