Luo Ning felt more and more deeply that human talent was limited.
Meditating next to the Red Dragon Queen has no effect. Luo Ning's mana and mental power have reached their upper limits.
Although the Red Dragon Queen in human form did not say anything, the shadow that inadvertently brushed over her pretty face expressed her dissatisfaction with Luo Ning.
A single cast can superimpose the Holy Word spell 3,200 times. This is the limit of what Luoning can do.
After calculation, against creatures of the same level as the Red Dragon Queen, the success rate of Ronin's Holy Word spell is about 67%.
There is no guarantee of success.
Because of the Red Dragon Queen's dissatisfaction, Nekros's attitude towards Luonin suddenly changed several times. Not only did he lose his seat, but the food delivered every day was so pickled that it was difficult to swallow.
Fortunately, Vereesa was by his side, which gave Luoning some comfort.
On this day, a goblin named Krel came to Nekros' camp.
You know, the Dragonmaw clan hides in the mountains, and the orcs never engage in production, but they need to buy food, weapons and equipment, medicine and clothing.
The mountains of Grim Batol are rich in minerals, but unfortunately most of them were occupied by Chief Zuluhid. Nekros has been able to survive until now by selling precious red dragon eggs.
Those who can afford the red dragon eggs are either the great mage with a prominent net worth, the top tycoon, or the royal family and nobles of the seven kingdoms of the alliance.
These noble people will not come forward in person and usually entrust an intermediary to act for them.
The goblin Krel is a middleman. His caravan is powerful and can transport all the items Nekros needs to Grim Batol without any hindrance.
Creel was holding a cigar in his mouth, wearing a thin magic armor, and an exquisite sword hanging from his waist.
In front of the tall orcs, the green-skinned goblin looked so small, no bigger than an orc's arm, but this goblin had an extraordinary aura.
Nekros Skullcrusher, who was known for his cruelty, followed Krell respectfully, smiling carefully and saying flattering words.
Krell shook his head and pointed at Nekros along the way.
"You lowly green-skinned bastard, one of the dragon eggs you gave me last time couldn't hatch. Do you know how angry my employer was? If I hadn't dissuaded him, he would have lifted the top of Grim Batol.
"
Nekros sensed some information from the words. You must know that it is very difficult to hatch dragon eggs, and the dragon clan strictly keeps this secret.
Generally, dragon eggs are bought back either for magic research or simply for collection.
Except for the Dragonmaw clan, no other race in the history of Azeroth has raised dragons.
"You dare to hatch dragon eggs. Aren't you worried about the anger of the Red Dragon Clan?"
Several options immediately appeared in Nekros's mind, the most likely of which was Guardian Medivh, and he became more and more respectful.
"Sir Krel, please ensure the quality this time, everything can be hatched, and the price can be lowered."
Nekros quoted the price.
Creel sat down with a smile and looked at Nekros seriously.
"I know everything. Your chief, Zuluhid, suffered a defeat in Alterac. This is a good opportunity to seize the chief's position. This time I brought everything you need, enough weapons and armor, and
Urgently needed medicines, catapults, crossbows, etc., but I haven’t thought about it yet.”
The little goblin played with the sword in his waist: "Should I sell it to you or Zuluhid? I am very hesitant."
Nekros's eyes widened in surprise: "Zuluhid doesn't have dragon eggs, he only has some rough ores."
"As long as he defeats you, he will have it. Besides, my employer is very interested in the rotting dragon corpse."
Nekros gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold back the surging anger.
"Okay, you give me a price."
Creel leisurely quoted a price, which was less than one-tenth of the usual price and required half of the inventory to be consumed.
"I know that these dragon eggs are not the descendants of the Red Dragon Queen, so she doesn't care. Nekros, if you refuse, then there will be nothing."
In order to seize the position of chief of the Dragonmaw clan, Nekros could only grit his teeth and agree.
Creel raised his eyebrows and asked inadvertently.
"I heard that a Dalaran mage is here as a guest. Can you let us meet him?"
Nekros was secretly surprised, and Creel immediately added: "This is the employer's intention."
If it were before, Nekros would definitely refuse.
Now the Red Dragon Queen looks down on Luo Ning. In order not to affect the business, Nekros nodded and agreed.
After finding a room, Creel met with Ronin and Vereesa. He took off the sword from his waist and placed it on the table. A faint light enveloped the entire room.
"The orcs are eavesdropping. They can only hear us chatting about the past. Just don't worry."
The goblin in front of him was completely unfamiliar, but Luo Ning felt a familiar temperament from his body. This goblin was learning from someone else's style.
Lord Presto, Ronin thought of his acquaintance with Lordaeron.
Nowadays, Lord Prestor's reputation is very famous, and his story is talked about everywhere in the Dragonmaw clan.
"My employer wants to know what you found?" Creel asked.
Ronin hesitated for a moment. As a prisoner of the orcs, he could not expect Dalaran to come to the rescue. If Prestor could help, the hope of rescue would be greatly increased.
Therefore, Luo Ning told everything he knew and described his recent experience in detail.
"The Red Dragon Queen and Tyrana Strasz are planning to deal with the rotting dragon corpse. My Holy Word is crucial."
Luo Ning appropriately expressed his importance.
Creel was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "My employer must be very disappointed, Luo Ning, you didn't find any useful information."
Luo Ning asked in surprise: "What does Lord Presto want to know?"
Creel leaned forward slightly: "Don't you understand yet? The rotting dragon corpse is the body of the Red Dragon Queen. Who is the real Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza?"
Luo Ning suddenly realized it and murmured: "Naikros told me that the rotting dragon corpse is an undead dragon made from the shed corpse of the Red Dragon Queen."
Creel snorted coldly: "Do you believe orcs have such technology?"
Luo Ning was dumbfounded. Not to mention the orcs, even Dalaran couldn't do it.
The person who studied necromancy the most in Dalaran was Kel'Thuzad, one of the members of the six-member Kirin Tor Council. This was originally an area prohibited by the order.
Kel'Thuzad was already strong enough, but he couldn't transform a death dragon.
Luo Ning panicked: "Please give me some time, I will work hard."
Creel said regretfully:
"There is not much time left, Luo Ning. Without the help of your employer, no matter who wins between the Red Dragon Queen and the Rotting Dragon Corpse, it will be difficult for you to survive."
Vereesa, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "I know which of them is the real Red Dragon Queen."
Creel looked at the elf suspiciously: "We need grounded intelligence, not random guesses."
Vereesa looked cold: "I am an intelligence officer sent by Silvermoon City. Although I am not a mage, my knowledge of magic far exceeds that of the oldest mage in Dalaran."
Smiling self-deprecatingly, Vereesa added: "Because I have lived longer than them and have seen more."