Chapter 2 Chapter two

Vereesa didn't like to wait.Although it was generally believed that the race of elves had great patience, for a young elf like her who had just completed a year of ranger studies, it was actually not much better than humans.It was planned that she would escort a mage to the eastern port leading to the endless sea, and she had been waiting for that guy here for three whole days.Originally elves generally respected humans more, so in most cases, she would still respect a human mage, but obviously she was only angry with that guy now.Vereesa really wanted to join her brothers and sisters to eradicate every remaining orc and orc power, and send those damned guys back to their hometowns.The elf ranger didn't expect that her first official task would be to act as a nanny for an old magician who is obviously not flexible in his legs and feet, and maybe forgetful.

"Another hour," she muttered. "If you don't come in an hour, forget it." Her elf mount, with its graceful lines and beautiful chestnut-brown fur, was snorting softly.Generations of careful cultivation have made its qualities far surpass those of its kind, at least the people of Vereesa think so.The horse and its owner had a tacit understanding. Suddenly, she seemed to sense something, and with a low hiss, the elf ranger immediately got off the horse, and a long arrow was already on the string. However, the surrounding woods are very calm, without a trace of abnormality, and it is hard to imagine being attacked by orcs or trolls in the depths of the Alliance of Lordaeron.Vereesa glanced in the direction of the small hotel where she planned to meet, but she didn't see anyone except a stable worker who was loading and unloading hay.But Vereesa did not lower her bow.Her horse never neighs for no reason if there is no danger nearby.Is it a robber?

The elf ranger slowly turned around.A gust of wind made Vereesa's long silver-white hair flutter, brushing her face lightly, but it couldn't block her piercing eyes.The eyes with pure sky blue and perfect almond shape did not let go of any leaves, and the long pointed ears on the thick hair could even hear the sound of a butterfly landing on a flower not far away. But she still hadn't found what made her horse sound the alarm. Probably the person ambush has been scared away by her.Like all elves, Vereesa knew she was beautiful.On her taller body than most humans, she wore a leaf-green shirt and shorts, a wood-brown traveling cape on her back, and knee-high leather boots on her feet.Gloves reaching to the elbow can not only provide effective protection, but also make it easier to use the sword and bow hanging at the side.Over the blouse was a solid breastplate that accentuated her slender but undulating figure.In the small hotel, there was a local who obviously didn't know how powerful she was, and was attracted by her appearance and made some outrageous behaviors.Seeing that he just drank too much and his behavior was not too excessive, Vereesa only left him a few fingers as punishment.

The mare snorted again.The ranger glared at it and began to complain about his mount. "I guess, you are Vereesa Windrunner." A deep and pleasant voice suddenly sounded from behind her. Vereesa turned around, and the sharp point of the arrow was already pointing directly at the throat of the speaker. There is no doubt that as soon as she let go of the bowstring, the guy's neck would be shot right through. However, the visitor seemed indifferent to this threat.The elf stared at him from head to toe, and finally realized that this sudden appearance was the mage she had been waiting for—so it seemed that this task wasn't all that bad as it had been imagined.And obviously he was also the reason why the mount was abnormal but he didn't notice it.

"You are Luo Ning?" Ranger finally asked. "I don't want it to be me?" Luo Ning showed his trademark sarcastic smile again. Vereesa breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her bow. "They only told me that I was a human mage." "They only told me he was an elven ranger, too." His gaze almost caused Vereesa to raise her longbow again. "That's why our meeting went like this." "Not only that. I've been waiting here for three days! Three precious days are just wasted by you!" "No way. It takes time to prepare." The mage only dropped one sentence.

Vereesa didn't speak any more.Like most humans, this guy seems to only care about his own feelings.It would have been nice not to have made her wait any longer.She just didn't understand how the Alliance could beat the Horde with so many guys like Rhonin in the camp. "Well, if you want to go to Khaz Modan, I think we'd better go at once." The elf glanced behind him. "Where's your horse?" She kind of wished that the horse didn't exist, that would prove he had gotten here by some kind of magic...and then he wouldn't need her escort at all to get to the port.As a mage, there is no doubt that Luo Ning should have many powerful spells, but the shortcomings of the mage are also obvious.Although she didn't know the specific content of the mission, she could imagine that Luo Ning must have everything that could protect him.Khaz Modan is not a place where outsiders are welcome.The skulls of many brave warriors have become decorations on the tents of the orcs. She also heard that there are even dragons in the sky from time to time.Even an elf like Vereesa would never go to that kind of place alone.She's brave, but she's not stupid either.

"Tie him near the manger at the hotel and let him drink. I've been on the road all day, fair lady." Vereesa would have been quite happy with this kind of wording—if his tone didn't sound a little ironic.Vereesa suppressed the anger in her heart, hung up her bow and arrow, and walked towards her mount, ready to set off. "My horse needs a rest," the mage suggested, "and so do I." "Learn to sleep on your horse... as for your horse, just slow down a bit first. We've been delayed too long. Even if it's a Kul Tiras ship, even if you have scouting missions, I won't Think it's going to Khaz Modan with you alone on board. If you don't get to port soon, they'll have good reason not to let you on board."

Luo Ning didn't refute, just frowned, and went back into the hotel.Vereesa watched him leave, and began to pray that she would not have to follow this guy all day before completing the task. She was curious about Ronin's mission.In fact, despite the presence of dragons and orcs, Khaz Modan is quite a dangerous place, but the Alliance has always had a group of well-trained scouts operating in and around the land.Vereesa reckoned that Rhonin's mission was quite important, otherwise mages would always think highly of themselves, and the Kirin Tor would not have sent people like them to take risks.However, did they really think carefully about choosing this guy?There must be someone more capable and more trustworthy, right?Maybe it was his eyes and tone that directly led to being sent to do such a dangerous task.

The elf tried hard to get rid of the messy thoughts in his head.The Kirin Tor had already made this decision, and the Alliance Command obviously passed it, otherwise she wouldn't have come here to be a bodyguard.She didn't need to think about it any more.All she had to do was put him on board and leave.As for what Luo Ning should do or not, at least it has nothing to do with her. Four days into the journey, the biggest threat is nothing more than annoying mosquitoes.The ever-changing scenery along the way would make the journey quite poetic—if Rhonin and his guards hadn't kept each other silent from beginning to end.However, most of the time, the mage didn't feel troubled, and his thoughts were always focused on the dangerous task he was about to face.Once off the ship and on the shores of Khaz Modan, he will enter alone into an environment where there are orcs on the ground and dragons in the sky.But Luo Ning is not afraid of this, he just doesn't want to die in pain after being tortured.Before leaving, the mage who promoted him to this task provided him with news about the latest developments of the Dragonmaw clan.Dragonmaw is always on guard now, and what's more, that black monster—Deathwing, is still alive.

However, even though this task is so dangerous, Luo Ning does not intend to give up.This is a great opportunity for redemption and even promotion.For this alone, he will be forever grateful to the mage who raised him, though he only knows that man's name as Krasus.This is obviously not his real name, but this phenomenon is not uncommon in Parliament.Dalaran's mages are chosen in secret, no one but their colleagues knows, not even their spouses.That person's voice is definitely not the original voice... Luo Ning can only tentatively assume that he is a male. In fact, the identities of most of the core members can be guessed to some extent, but even for the clever Ronin, Krasus is a completely mysterious figure.But in fact, Luo Ning didn't care much about his identity. For the young mage, he gave himself a chance to realize his dream, and that was enough.

But if the boat didn't even catch up, this dream would undoubtedly come to naught.Thinking of this, Luo Ning leaned forward on the saddle and asked, "How far is it to Haskell?" Vereesa didn't look back, but the mage still heard a soft voice reply: "At least three more days. Don't worry, we can arrive on time at this speed." Ronin retracted his body.This is their second conversation today, and it has been a long time since the last conversation.Compared with an elf, the only more boring companions are some silent knights in the Silver Hand.Leaving aside their red tape for the time being, most knights think that using magic is not the right way, magic power is evil, and they don't want to have anything to do with it unless it is absolutely necessary.The last time Ronin met a staunch supporter of this point of view, that guy even believed that after death, the soul of a magician would be convicted and the end would be to be thrown into the dark abyss where the great demon was.It didn't help that Rhonin's soul was otherwise pure. As dusk draws near, the setting sun slowly sets among the branches, casting criss-cross patterns of light and shadow in the forest.Luo Ning really hoped to get out of the woods before dark, but now it seems that it is obviously not possible.He used the mental map more than once to see their current location, and the destination his companions had spoken of.It took a lot of time to prepare supplies and other necessary items, which delayed his meeting with Vereesa by a few days.He just hoped it didn't affect his whole plan. Liberate the Queen of Dragons... For some people, this task is impossible and should not exist, but for the vast majority of people, it is undoubtedly death.However, as early as the war, Rhonin had this plan.Obviously, once the Dragon Queen is successfully freed, at least the remaining orcs will lose their most powerful weapon.But it is also obvious that, judging from the current situation, this great achievement is by no means easy to achieve. Rhonin knew that many people in the council wanted him to fail.That way they could logically fire him and successfully erase a blot on the organization's history.There are only two possibilities now, either they succeed in surprising them, or they get what they want. At least Krasus can be trusted.When the mage first went to Ronin, he asked him if he had the confidence to do an impossible thing.If Alexstrasza is not liberated, the Dragonmaw clan will remain in control of Khaz Modan, and if the orcs here are left to work hard to revitalize the Horde, this seemingly isolated territory may Become the base for their comeback.No one wants a repeat of the war.The various forces in the current alliance are all focused on fighting for power and profit. A muffled thunder woke up Luo Ning's meditation.He looked up to the sky, only to see patches of thick cotton-like dark clouds.The red-haired mage frowned and turned to look at the elf, wanting to ask if she heard the thunder too. Suddenly, there was a terrifying growl in the air, and Luo Ning's body tensed involuntarily. At the same moment, Vereesa also reacted. For some reason, she turned her horse and rushed towards the mage. A great shadow fell over the nearby ground. The two collided, man and horse, and the weight of the elf armor caused them both to fall from their mounts and fall behind Ronin's horse. A deafening roar erupted in the sky, ripping through the atmosphere like a hurricane.While the stiff ground was causing Rhonin pain, the mage heard a mournful cry from his mount—only half the cry stopped abruptly. "Don't stand up!" He heard Vereesa shout over the wind. "Get down!" Ronin turned over and barely looked at the sky, unfortunately this time he saw a hellish scene. A dragon as red as fire filled the sky above, holding Rhonin's horse and his carefully prepared supplies in its front paws.This huge crimson creature swallowed the rest of the food on its claws in one gulp, and its eyes were already locked on the small and pitiful human below. And sitting on its shoulder was a green monster with a tomahawk, long pointed fangs, and a ferocious face, Finger Ronin, roaring piercingly, as if giving orders to the dragon. The dragon roared and stretched out its giant claws, and swooped down on him. "Thank you again for your time, Your Majesty." A tall black-haired nobleman spoke with a thick and powerful voice. "We should be able to protect your achievements from this crisis." "If you can succeed," the old man replied slowly, dressed in noble and elegant gold and white royal robes, "Lordaeron and the alliance will remember you, Lord Prestor. Through your work, I think Jill Ness and Stormgard have gotten to know each other more or less." King Terenas himself was not short, but Preston's obviously much taller figure still gave him a sense of oppression. The lord smiled, showing his white teeth.It would be amazing to say that Terenas could find someone more regal than Lord Prestor.His jet-black short hair was neat and clean, his beard was clean-shaven, and his thin face had an eagle-like appearance, which made many women in the court stare at him. He gave people the impression of being more noble than any prince.During the Alterac incident, it didn't seem strange at all that all the forces, including Genn Graymane, wanted to win him over.Prestor's impeccable manners, elegance, and even the rarest chance that even the ruler of Gilneas smiled.Amazed, Alliance diplomats reported the incident to King Terenas. This young aristocrat who was unknown to the public five years ago has become a man of the hour.He is said to be from an extremely remote mountainous region of Lordaeron, but has proven to be of Alterac royal blood.His pitifully small territory was all destroyed by a dragon attack during the war, and at last he had to walk to the capital alone, without even a servant accompanying him.After Prestor's arrival, his legendary experience became the plot of novels and storybooks.More importantly, his advice had helped the king many times, including when he was wondering what to do with Perenolde.In fact, Prestor is the one who really affects the overall situation.He once suggested that Terenas seized the Alterac regime and then implemented military control.Although Stormgard and other countries also felt that it was necessary to take action against the traitorous Perenolde under the circumstances at the time, after the war, they believed that Lordaeron should not continue to implement unilateral measures against it. control.At this time, Prestor stood up again, gave a three-inch tongue, gave a reasonable explanation for everything, and finally persuaded them to accept all the established results. Recently, however, the aging and obese king surprised even the wise man with a decision he believed to be deliberate.Terenas refused to return Alterac to Perenolde's nephew, whom Gilneas fully supported.He doesn't think this is in any way a wise move to divide the conflict between Lordaeron and Stormgard.And it would obviously piss off Gilneas and even Kul Tiras.It is simply impossible to completely annex Alterac now. But what if he puts it in the hands of someone convincing, capable, and apparently interested in peace and unity?And Terenas is a capable administrator, if only he had all the power and no one else to keep a true ally and friend for Lordaeron... "No, of course, Prestor!" The king stretched out his hand and patted the tall lord's shoulder.Prestor was almost seven feet tall, and while not fat, he was by no means lanky.In his well-fitting blue and black uniform, he looked like a mighty war hero. "You can already be proud of yourself, you will definitely get all the rewards. Believe me, I will not forget your credit!" Prestor smiled a little, as if believing that the King would soon order the rebuilding of his wretched domain.Terenas had decided to let him keep that little dream; presumably the look on Prestor's face would have been a little happier when the ruler of Lordaeron offered him the new throne of Alterac.It's not every day that someone becomes king, certainly not hereditary ones. The lord saluted Terenas, bowed gracefully, and retreated from the palace.Afterwards, the old man frowned, as if the soft and smooth curtains, the golden chandeliers, and even the pure white marble steps could not make the hall look magnificent enough when the young nobleman was away.Lord Prestor was obviously different from those hateful villains who stood densely in the temple in the past who could only flatter.He is a person who can be trusted by everyone in any situation, and is also worthy of trust and respect.Terenas wished his son could become a man like Prestor, if only half of him. The king stroked his bearded chin.Yes, use this perfect person to rebuild the land, and at the same time, it can harmonize the relationship between the members of the alliance.It's a newborn powerhouse. Terenas began to look to the future, and he thought of his daughter, Calia.Although still a child, she will soon become a beauty.Perhaps one day the time came when he and Prestor could cement their friendship and alliance through a royal marriage. By the way, now is the time to talk to the advisor and get his opinion.Terenas felt that he would definitely approve of his decision.He had yet to meet a single person who did not appreciate the young nobleman. King Prestor of Alterac.Terenas could almost imagine the look on his young friend's face upon hearing of this added reward... "Why do you have such a happy face? Did some nasty guy die, and the blood flowed like a river, creepy and horrible?" "Save your humor, Creel," Prestor said, closing the heavy iron gate behind him.In this small room given to him by his master, King Terenas, Prestor specially appointed some guards to prevent the visits of some unknown persons.He had a death order, no matter what happened in the basement, if he was disturbed, they would kill them. Prestor didn't want to be disturbed, he believed that servants should not dare to slack off in the face of threats to their lives.An enchantment had been cast upon the king and his officials, so that no one could think of anything but admiration and admiration for his active exiled nobleman.He keeps the magic going all the time. "My most terrified apologies, Mr. Deceitful Prince!" yelled the thin, small fellow in front of him.The voice was high-pitched and loud, hardly human—but that was not surprising, since Prestor's companion was a goblin. His head came down almost to a nobleman's belt buckle, and some might think the little green thing was an innocent and weak creature.However, when they opened their mouths to laugh, they revealed sharp fangs and forked, blood-red tongues.Their excitement often comes from separating the wings of insects and birds or other limbs from their bodies.A raised ridge of dun fur runs from the hideous creatures' necks to their foreheads. "Still, it's worth celebrating." The modest room used to be a storage room.It turned out to be cold, just right for storing red wine.However, thanks to a small engineer under Creel, the temperature here is now like the middle of an erupting volcano. But for Prestor, it was like coming home. "What are you celebrating, a successful scam?" Creel grinned.Creel often laughed like this, especially when plotting some evil plot.The green creature's greatest passion besides experimentation is murder, and to him both are always going on at the same time whenever possible.In fact, the back half of the room is filled with benches, flasks, powders, grotesque machinery, and other creepy collectibles. "It's about celebrating, Krell." Prestor's piercing jet-black eyes fixed on the goblin, who immediately put away all smiles and mocking expressions. "You'd probably want to celebrate too, wouldn't you?" "Yes Master." The nobleman in uniform took a deep breath of the stuffy air.After a while, a trace of relief appeared on his angular face. "Well, it's really nostalgic..." His expression became firm again. "But I have to wait, wait for the best time. What do you say, Creel?" "You are right, master." The smile returned to Prestor's face. "You should know that the man in front of you is the next king of Alterac." The goblin bowed to the ground, his thin but not weak body bent into a big bow. "With my highest regards, Guo..." Suddenly there was a strange sound from the right, and the two turned their heads to look.A goblin, even smaller than Creel, emerged from a metal fireplace connected to an external vent.He jumped to the ground very neatly and ran to Creel.This little thing has an extremely funny face, and under Prestor's eyes, it looks a bit unnatural. He lay down next to Creel's pointed and big ears and whispered a few words.Krill gave him two compliments, then waved him to step back first.The little goblin crawled back and disappeared into the fireplace. "What happened?" Although the noble's tone sounded calm and calm, he obviously hoped to get an answer from the goblin immediately. "Ah, my lord," the smile returned to the goblin's ugly face. "It looks like luck is with you. I think maybe you can consider going somewhere to gamble a few hands? It's the feeling of being a star-" "What happened?" "Some...some tried to free Alexstrasza..." Prestor looked at Creel again.And staring at him for a long time, the goblin immediately languished under Prestor's gaze.Even this time he felt death was so close.that's too regretful.There are still many experiments that have not been done, and many explosives that have not been tested... Suddenly, the tall nobleman dressed in black laughed loudly. Unlike normal people, his laughter was deep and depressing. "Excellent..." Lord Prestor expressed his excitement.He stretched out his hands, as if to catch the air in front of him.His fingers are extremely long and look more like claws. "Great!" He continued to laugh, Krell finally heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at the lord with surprised eyes, his eyes rolling slightly. "They all say I'm crazy," the goblin muttered in a voice only he could hear.