Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 394: Duke

Krasus was actually a little nervous. As a male dragon who admired the red dragon queen Alexstrasza, his queen was captured and the entire red dragon army was controlled and enslaved by the dirty orcs. Krasus was really heartbroken.

As an ancient red dragon, Alexstrasza's influence on her will is not as great as that of other low-level red dragons. The premise here is: she should not have a mental connection with the Queen.

In fact, many ancient red dragons avoided indirect enslavement by orcs by deliberately avoiding mental contact.

But even without direct contact recently, Krasus could feel that his most beloved queen was beginning to inevitably weaken, both mentally and in her dragon body.

This is a bad sign.

Krasus was anxious.

He contacted Duke to see what Duke needed and to see if Duke, who was known as the strongest commander of the alliance and almost established the title of "ghost strategist", had any special intelligence or ideas. After all, he had lost contact with the Red Dragonflight and could only guess at many things.

"I don't have any accurate information."

As soon as Duke finished speaking, there was an almost unconcealable disappointment on Krasus' face.

"I see."

Duke looked at Krasus's seemingly calm but actually extremely disappointed expression, and he stopped teasing him: "But there is still a direction."

"Hmm? Can you tell me about it?"

"I have personally witnessed the heroic presence of Her Majesty Alexstrasza in Karazhan. So from the beginning I did not believe that ordinary mortals could control the extremely powerful Queen."

"That makes sense." Krasus nodded.

"So I looked through the ancient books of Karazhan and found this record about the Dragonflight. This is a very distant story - in the War of the Ancients, all the races of Azeroth, led by the five-colored guardian dragons, united to fight against the invasion of the Burning Legion. The five-colored dragons once created an extremely powerful artifact that killed all the millions of demons of the Burning Legion in one breath..."

When Duke said this, Krasus's breathing quickened. As the youngest admirer of the Red Dragon Queen, he was only a young dragon and had not experienced that shocking war, but this did not prevent him from learning about the process of the war from his elders.

When talking about this war, there is one thing that cannot be avoided, something that brings shame to the entire Dragonflight - the Dragon Soul, or now the Demon Soul.

"I knew it was the Demon Soul!" Krasus gritted his teeth and said, then he realized that he was too excited: "Sorry, I am excited. But as an ally of the Red Dragonflight for more than a thousand years, it is really cruel for us to fight the Red Dragon."

Duke smiled and pretended to understand. He continued, "Of course, this is just speculation. I'm not sure. After all, we can only know it by seeing the real thing. But my idea is, if it is confirmed to be the Demon Soul, then I must notify the other Dragon Kings to deal with this matter, because I am worried that this is a conspiracy of Deathwing Neltharion."

The speaker has his intention, and the listener has his intention.

Even though a certain red dragon still doesn't know that the other party is a time traveler who is even more charlatan than the charlatan, and has already figured out his background, this still does not prevent the certain dragon from having a good impression of the charlatan Du.

Krasus became increasingly certain that Duke had a very good chance of successfully rescuing Alexstrasza.

"Edmund, what are you going to do?"

Duke shrugged: "Just adapt to the situation."

This answer made Krasus almost vomit blood. If it was someone else, Krasus would definitely use a Dragon Claw Sweep to slap him against the wall.

The one in front of us is Duke, who is known as the most visionary, wisest and commander in the entire league.

And because the real dragons have almost infinite lifespans, he has more free time than other great wizards to study trivial matters, such as Duke's rise. Krasus found that Duke has the temperament of a charlatan, especially Duke's ability to see the essence through appearances, which is rare in the world.

The Burning Legion's boss, Sa, had painstakingly hidden his conspiracy for hundreds of years, but a young man like you could see through it at a glance. If this isn't talent, what is it?

Although he felt that it seemed a bit irrational, Krasus's intuition told him that betting on Duke was the right thing to do.

Krasus bowed deeply to Duke and said, "Thank you for your honesty. You didn't have to tell me."

"No, no, no, you are also half of Rhonin's master. I just want you to be assured."

"Rhonin..." Krasus felt a little strange when he mentioned Rhonin. Although he had been secretly training Rhonin and letting him master the skills to sneak into Grim Batol, he still felt strange when Duke suddenly asked for him.

He forgot that a charlatan is a charlatan!

"Sorry, actually, I dreamed about Rhonin and Her Majesty Alexstrasza. I think this is a sign from the goddess of fate. I checked and found that there really is a mage named Rhonin in Dalaran, so I... um, that... that's it. If you think it's inappropriate, I can give up recruiting Rhonin."

Krasus was stunned, but soon he accepted it.

A sign of fate!

Such a high-end and mysterious power. When Krasus connected Duke's miraculous defeat of Sagres, even he couldn't help but start to wonder if Duke was the so-called child of destiny.

"Well, it just so happens that Rhonin got into trouble before. Although he is currently in solitary confinement and under investigation, he is most likely willing to prove himself in this way. Especially since he is working with the Alliance hero Edmund Duke. I just hope he won't be so reckless and implicate you, Excellency."

"Don't worry! I'm very good at instantly casting Ice Barrier!"

Krasus: "......"

That's how it was settled.

Half an hour later, in a room in a tower of Violet Castle.

A wizard is awaiting his latest punishment.

He looked around bored.

On the thick stone wall in front of him hung a tapestry, with a complex golden eye embroidered on the violet area in the middle, as if it could see through everything in the world. Below the eye were three equally golden daggers, pointing to the ground. This flag of Dalaran, this symbol, was always raised high during the war, fulfilling their mission to protect the Alliance, although not every member of the Kirin Tor fulfilled their mission so gloriously.

He was a little uneasy because the latest news was that he was connected with Edmund Duke, one of the two heroes recognized by the league.

He wasn't sure if this was lucky.