The Dragon Problem

The retreat of the Horde from the Capital was somewhat unexpected. Still, it was this move that saved the city from complete capture and destruction. When the prairies began to burn, we had to be very careful, as the smoke was blowing right at us. It was very hard to breathe. Many only dreamed of rain. I had to work on it myself, and other magicians only helped.

It was challenging to make rain. This was the most ambitious spell that I have created in all my time as a magician. Cold drops covered the entire city and the area around the city, raising steam. The hiss could be heard all around. Streams of water washed away the blood that was spilled during the fight.

Most of Alterac's soldiers had been taken prisoner, and now they were awaiting the decision of their fate. They understood what they had done and also understood what punishment would await them for betrayal. Although they are ordinary soldiers who followed the orders of their king. It is he who will be punished according to the strictest laws.

The city was smoking; the fire slowly receded. I don't know what the Horde is planning now, but I think it will retreat. I sat on a small part of a destroyed building and meditated. I wasted all my mana on rain spells. It was a massive spell that only confirms my level to me. Previously, this huge spell was not achievable to me.

The Alliance troops were approaching the city. Our scouts said that they were in a great hurry and therefore did not look very representative. If they arrived quickly, the Horde would be trapped and simply perish. And so, she remained alive and is now retreating. They still have dragons, and this keeps them afloat, leaving them still a very powerful enemy.

People have already started to rebuild the city little by little. Yes, there were many dead, but that does not mean they can just sit and cry. They must continue to live on to rebuild their life. Of course, this will take more than one day and more than one week, but one day this city will return to what it looked like before, and it may even become better.

Alleria came over and sat down beside me. She looked somewhat tired. And I can understand her. We have survived a heavy assault from the Horde, survived the betrayal of Alterac, and are now preparing to continue the war. The elf hugged me and laid her head on my shoulder.

"I'm tired already," she said quietly.

"Me too," I replied calmly. "But we must not relax since nothing is over yet."

"I understand that," she said. "Let's go. You should not sit here."

We got up and headed to the royal castle, which was now being cleaned by ordinary people. The corpses were carried out into the backyard. After that, they will all undergo a ceremony and will be buried. All of them will be in a mass grave since we simply do not have time to carry out everything according to the rules.

Terenas sat in the deliberation room. With him were the other commanders of Alliance, among whom were Lothar and Khadgar. This time no one looked at me, as if they were going to chase me away somewhere, but now I felt a strange and very familiar smell.

Freezing for a second, I squeezed Alleria's hand harder. She looked at me with incomprehension and then turned away. Sylvana also noticed these glances and raised an eyebrow, worried that something is wrong. I just nodded my head that nothing had happened. I need to check everything before throwing accusations.

Khadgar clearly smelled of demons. Not just smelled... He stank like demonic spawn. I already smelled such a scent when Sargeras and his subordinates appeared. It was then that I received the first crystal from the cook that would strengthen my soul. Khadgar did not appear to be under the control of demons or hidden under an illusion. It's strange.

After listening to him, I felt that his level had risen sharply during this time. I wonder what methods he used for his own development. Leaning on the wall, I pretended to listen to what the conversation was about. But I was actually checking Khadgar with my magical sensation.

I was trying to find something that would serve as possible proof for me that he works with demons. To be honest, I did not expect this from him. I wonder when he had time to sniff with them. If so, then the next question appears ... How much is he to blame for the fact that the troops of the Alliance could not teleport to the Capital.

I had no idea what I should look for in him and began to check all possible parameters. The first thing I did was magic mutations, which aim to improve the physiology of the brain. And from the first try, I hit the target. Khadgar glowed with body modifications. It is very easy to notice them if a mage knows where to look. His entire body was improved and was better than that of a trained warrior. To be honest, I would not mind the same improvements for myself.

Next, I began to check it for artifacts that had a demonic particle in them, which would be similar to the magic of Sargeras. I remember this feeling well, and I am sure that I will never forget it. Oddly enough, he did not have artifacts. It seems that he has either not created any artifacts based on demonic magic yet, or has not received one for good service. I wonder what his future plans are ... If I manage to catch him by hand, everything will be over for him. But I can't do anything yet. I have lost credibility for Lothar. Maybe other rulers will believe me, but I do not want to put all in one basked.

So far, I have not found anything interesting additional. Then I just checked for other parameters by choosing random ones. But I didn't find anything to make me worry. In general, I need to be very careful with him and somehow warn everyone else.

"And what are our future plans?" Terenas asked, after a pointed stake. "I think that while we have the opportunity, we must move forward, advancing on the Horde's back."

"I agree, "Lothar nodded. "We know that Grim Batol is the stronghold of the Horde here. The fall of this fortress will open the way for us further."

"Good idea," Anakin Skywalker nodded. He arrived in the city with Lothar and Khadgar. "But, our troops are still not ready to continue the transition."

"We can't let them chill," Terenas said. "It will be unpleasant and will exhaust our forces even more, but if we wait, we can miss the advantage that has appeared."

"Let's move," Lothar said in a cold tone. "Uther will have to go towards Grim Batol and start attack if he comes first."

"Okay," Terenas nodded. "I'll give him a message. Now for the next question. What are we going to do with Alterac? We cannot simply bring Pernold to trial."

"What do the others say?" asked Lothar. "We must make such decisions based on the answers of others."

"So far, there has been no answer from them," said the King of Lordaeron. "But I think we need to arrest him and execute him. Regarding his soldiers who attacked us ... They will rebuild the Capital. I think this will be the best punishment for them."

"I agree, "Lothar nodded. "It's up to you. I think we're done for today."

Lothar nodded his head and was already heading out of the room, nodding his head to me along the way. Khadgar followed him and stopped near Alleria.

"Lady Alleria, may I invite you for a walk?" He asked. In my mind, I tensed, preparing to hear the answer. On my face, nothing seemed to appear. Let Alleria decide for herself whether she wants to go somewhere with him or not. "How about tonight."

"No," she answered him calmly, without even thinking. "I have things to do."

"I see," he nodded and then turned to the other elf. "What about you, Lady Sylvana?"

"I can't either," she replied in a cold and icy tone. One could hear the phrase "Know your place" in it.

Khadgar's face twisted as if he was eating some kind of lemon. Yes ... he seemed to have expected the elves to go for a walk with him so soon. I wonder why Sylvana refused. Alleria and I can only profane about this. I'll ask her later, just curious.

Khadgar left the office, following Lothar. Sylvana only chuckled at that as we all saw Khadgar grimace. Well, okay, he will not think that love comes so quickly and that to achieve this or that result, hard work is needed.

Alleria, Sylvana, and I also left this office, leaving Terenas with Anakin. Sylvana stopped and turned to me with a slight question on her face.

"Tell me, did you feel something in him?"

"Yes," I told her, and then added softly in Elvish. "Girls, would you like to go to the library?"

"Of course," Alleria replied. If someone overheard us, it would be more difficult for him to understand what the conversation would be about.

Grabbing their hands, I teleported to a small valley that was known only to a narrow circle of magicians. There, sometimes these magicians gathered to exchange knowledge. I learned this place from the elven magicians. They have many such interesting places and points for teleportation.

"Where are we?" asked Sylvana, as we took a few steps to the exit from the cave. There is a stunning forest around us. The trees were pristine ... I don't even know how to describe this place. Here one could easily feel exalted, and meditation slightly turns into a feeling of nirvana. A dangerous sensation, I tell you ...

"A place where wizards sometimes gather to exchange information," I answered honestly and then nodded at a small table. "Have a seat."

The elves sat there and stared at me, expectantly. I, too, thought for a few seconds, pondering how I should start a conversation. Closing my eyes, I exhaled.

"The demons of the Burning Legion can enter our world in two ways," I began from afar. "The first method is rather difficult for them, as it is dangerous. Demons just push into our reality, but the stronger it is, the harder it is for him to do it. The second way is a call from our world. At such a moment, the magician summons a demon without violating any boundaries. He just lets him come to us. It is quite easy to find such a magician, as they leave behind a specific demonic smell. When I was trained by Medivh, I was able to learn this spell too. So, from Khadgar, the spirit of demons can be felt."

"He began to rub hands with demonic freaks?" asked with a slight misunderstanding Alleria. "But why, it's stupid?"

"I don't know," I replied and shook my head. "There can be many reasons for this."

"He's just a greedy man," Sylvana said. "I can smell it from afar. I wouldn't trust him with my back."

"Perhaps it's out of envy," I nodded to what she said. "So, if he really started working with demons, then they have the opportunity to easily get into our world. They had already sent the Horde here, ruled by emissaries of the Burning Legion. But since it is starting to lose, they can begin the second intervention in our world to capture it."

"If that's true, then things start to turn into a not-so-pleasant mess," Sylvana said. "But let's hope Khadgar isn't working with the demons of the Burning Legion. Although I don't think this is true."

"Do you think he started working with the Burning Legion?" asked Alleria. "Okay, I'll watch him closely."

"Me too," Sylvana nodded. "I'll pass this information on to my rangers, and they'll pass it on to the other elves. "What are we going to do with Lothar? He doesn't know anything about it for sure."

"Let's keep him in the dark for now," I said. "We will investigate, and after that, we will make a statement. After that, I think Lothar will understand. He is not a stupid person."

"Then, perhaps, I should have agreed to go with the suspect on a "date"?" said Silvana and tapped her fingers on the wood.

"No," I nodded her head. "I don't think it was the right decision, as he will definitely understand that you are following him. He can then either run away and then disappear or kill you and throw everything on the Horde soldiers' treacherous attack. And demonic magic is also not just toys and giggles ..."

"I understand," the elf nodded. "Well, if you say so, then we will limit ourselves only to the external observation of him. Maybe we should get other magicians to do this?"

"No," I nodded. "We must keep this investigation as secret as possible. I don't know what Kadghar is planning. Too much attention will cause him to do dangerous things."

"As you wish," the elf nodded. "Then I will do as you say."

With a chuckle, I nodded gratefully. In fact, I saw that Sylvana herself is somewhat uncaring how we bring Khadgar to justice. If he really turns out to be connected with demons, she will remove his head with her sword. Elves still have a long-standing dislike for demons.

After sitting for some more time in this breathtaking nature, we teleported back to the Capital of Lordaeron. The city has not changed at all since the time we left it for a private conversation. All the same dull ruins that are found here and there. People continued to work day and night. Many did not save their energy at all, wanting to return life as quickly as possible to normal. The captured Alterac soldiers were slowly collared and sent to rebuild the outer wall. No one was particularly worried about human rights, as well as the fact that they were taken almost into slavery. I didn't interfere because I don't think I have the right to do so. Let people decide how and what they are going to do. I can only remain an advisor.

The Alliance forces moved out after two days. No matter what anyone said, they needed time to rest and replenish some resources. I could always teleport to the troops if there was such a need. The teleportation spell is very useful. It allows me to teleport to the Alliance army at any time. While she's on the march, I can continue my research and not worry too much about running out of food. Why should I "knead the dirt" if I can easily avoid it. This, of course, will not add to my popularity among ordinary soldiers. If I needed it, I would have marched ... But I absolutely do not need popularity among soldiers.

***

A knock on the door interrupted me from writing a new chapter in my book on space. Exhaling, I closed it and dipped my pen into the inkwell. And what do they need from me now? With a wave of my hand, the door quickly opened, showing me the young messenger. This was a boy fourteen years old who worked part-time not only in the castle but also throughout the city, passing on some not very important notifications or correspondence.

"What do you want?" I asked the guy with interest. My relationship with the local service staff was pretty good. I never allowed myself to let go of my hands like many other "important people" and spoke to everyone with respect. In response, the servants of the palace answered me in kind. I could always ask them for something, and they were in a hurry to fulfill it.

"King Terenas wishes to meet you immediately," the boy said. "He looked very worried."

The last phrase has already been said by him from what he saw. It's strange. Why is the king so excited. I don't think anything critical happened. If this happened, then I would definitely know about it from Sylvana, who went on a walk. So the problem is not with the troops. I wonder what happened then?

I nodded to the guy and went to the king. I could teleport with ease, but this time I had no desire to do so. Walking to the meeting room, I saw Terenas walking around the room, thinking about something.

"And here you are, at last," said the King of Lordaeron.

"Did something happen?" I asked him calmly.

"Yes and no," said Terenas. "I will not beat around the bush for a very long time."

He inhaled and exhaled, calming himself. I watched him with interest. It's been a long time since I've seen the King of Lordaeron so emotional. Perhaps from the very creation of the Alliance, when Lothar only gathered kings to create this Alliance.

"So," he began to say. "This morning, some unknown person entered my throne room. Neither guards nor magicians could feel it. This anonymous person passed on a note that he had some essential data for us and said that he would only talk to you."

"Hmm," I drawled, rubbing my chin. "And what would that mean? Could it be one of the Elven Rangers?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that," Terenas said, nodding his head. "This unknown was taller than me, and it seemed to me that if I saw his face, I would find an orc there."

"Like that?" I asked him with a surprise in my voice. If it was really an orc, then there are two possibilities. Either this is a trap, or I was really called in for some important conversation. If this is a trap, it is somehow crudely done. What if he's not going to kill me? "Where is this note?"

Terenas quickly handed me the paper, and I read a small text on it, which was written in clumsy handwriting. It said that he had data on the basing of dragons and how orcs managed to subdue them. This sounds very interesting. This unnamed asks to meet in the evening in one day at a large stone at the city's exit.

"What do you say?" The king asked me. "I didn't open the note, so I don't know what is in there."

"This unnamed can provide us with a solution to one very big problem," I answered him, thinking. If this is true, then I must first find out and then inform the Council of Six. They should know this information for sure. In addition to being critical to the Alliance's victory, the mages of Dalaran will be happy to explore a method to subdue the dragons. I'm sure everyone would like to have this opportunity.

"Hmm," said the king. "Then I think we should trust him for now. But, also be prepared for this to be a trap."

"Yes," agreed with him.

Slowly, a plan began to form in my head. I will not say that I will feel completely safe, but being hung with protective artifacts, my defense level will be higher. Moreover, I will have a ready-made teleporter that will pull me out of the trap.

"Okay, I'll go to this meeting," I said after some time of reflection. This can be a very helpful conversation. Something tells me that I should do this. After that, it will already be possible to decide what to do with this information.

All the time before the meeting, I felt a slight nervousness. I prepared thoroughly as if I were going to fight with death. Potions were on me, a bunch of artifacts and morale too.

In the evening, unaccompanied by Terenas' soldiers, I walked towards the large stone that the stranger was talking about. Since there was no one there, I sat down on a stone and waited. The sun went down slowly and I saw a giant shadow form in front of me. Glancing around the figure with an inner glance, I instantly felt that this sentient had been practicing black magic for a very long time. Not allowing my face to express emotions, I remained silent.

"Are you Alistar Bumblebee?" The stranger said in a somewhat growling tone.

"Yes," I nodded to him. "Are you that secret stranger who sent me the note?"

"What was in that note?" He asked as if testing me.

"That you have information about dragons," I answered warily.

"Okay, it's you," the stranger said. "My name is Rakmar. I want to warn you right away not to attack at me. If you strike me, then I will not be able to tell you my story."

"Okay," I nodded to him, calming myself.

The stranger quickly unwound the bandages that covered his face. I got a view of the no longer young orcish face. It was twisted with scars. The fangs protruded and attracted much more attention than the eyes. Gripping the staff tighter, I managed to restrain myself. Breathing in and out, I stared at the orc named Rakmar.

"Tell me," I told him.

"First, I want to ask for immunity from your organization," he said calmly. "Can you promise me that?"

"No," I nodded to him and then added. "But I can talk to the Council of Six about it. You understand that it will be very difficult."

"Of course," Rakmar nodded. "Then, I hope for your honesty."

"I also hope ..." I whispered to him, and then I spoke more loudly: "You had some vital information. Tell me. The sooner you tell it, the sooner we can resolve this issue."

"This is not a quick story," said the orc and sat down beside me. I could hardly contain myself not to grimace at his smells. He smelled of sweat and some other very nasty herbs. "Our leader was looking for ways to strengthen his army. One of the leaders appeared who dreamed of flying again. He talked about one artifact he had found and learned how to use it. After that, he managed to subdue one flight of dragons almost wholly."

"Hmm," I nodded. Rakmar did not lie, which was already good. I hope that this trend will continue in the future. "And where is this base located?"

"Grim Batol," replied the orc. His appearance was a little dejected and only aroused pity. Even though he was bigger than me, I felt a little pity for him. Throwing that emotion aside, I nodded my head. I wonder what made him want to come up to me and tell me this. Necessary to find out:

"Why did you decide to tell me this?"

"I can no longer watch my people die in a senseless war," he said and exhaled. "It began a long time ago, when we, the proud orcs, believed in the sweet words of demons. I believe that my information will help to destroy at least a small particle of the demonic influence and quickly open this abscess."

"I see," I nodded to him. "Why did orcs attack us?"

"Our world is almost lost," said Rakmar bitterly. "We were the ones who destroyed it."

"I don't think my words will change people's attitudes towards you," I told him. "Even your words will not atone for all the guilt and stupidity. But perhaps this will somewhat dull the Alliance's anger."

"I understand that," the orc nodded. "You can hate us orcs for everything we have done. But I will hope that this anger will not last long."

"Do you have something else?" I asked the orc, rising from my seat.

"Yes," he nodded. "They have a dragon in captivity named Alexstrasza, as well as the name of the artifact that controls them: Dragon Soul."

"You sure?" I asked him. The name Alexstrasza was known to me from books and chronicles. This is exactly the information I have to give the Council of Six "Stay here. I will provide you with answers from others."

"Where are you going?" He asked me.

"I'm going to Dalaran," I replied and then teleported.

I found myself in a very familiar place, where I had not been for too long. I breathed in the fresh air, so full of magical energy, so alive. After that, I opened my eyes and left the teleportation room in the Violet Tower.

Some magicians looked at me with interest, as they could appreciate my clothes, which were so iridescent from the artifacts. The guards, which consisted of ordinary people, paid attention as I passed them.

Climbing to the very top, I found myself near the entrance to the Council room. I sensed that they were talking there on some important topics. I do not think that their topic will be more important than the news that I brought. Without thinking twice, I pushed open the door and went inside.

The conversation that was there instantly faded away. The magician who reported looked at me, and a wave of slight anger flashed in his gaze. It is a pity that I do not know this magician, so I could apologize to him. Interrupting someone's talk is not very good for life. But I have a question that is definitely dearer than this mage life...

"How is this to be understood?" asked a woman's voice, hidden behind an illusory mask.

"I have important news," I said, looking only at Krasus and Kael' thas. "Important news regarding dragons."

"Do you hear me?" the magician shrieked and hit the ground with her staff. Ignoring her, I continued to stare at the most powerful guys in here.

"Tell me," Krasus said. "What news did you bring us?"

"I know where the base of the orcs and dragons is," he said. "I know they are holding a dragon named Alexstrasza captive, and you must also be interested in the artifact named Dragon Soul."

"What is the name of the artifact, one more time?" asked Krasus.

"Who do you think... " the woman began to speak. She replaced Antonidas as the sixth member of the Council. I wonder how she got this place. I don't think she could have done anything very important or interesting. Yes, even in strength, she is weaker than me.

"Silence," Krasus ordered, and a dome appeared around the woman, which did not pass even a sound. "What is the name of the artifact?"

"Dragon Soul," I told him. His slight anger had no effect on me. "And also my source told me that this artifact controls a dragon named Alexstrasza."

"Can I meet with this source?" asked Krasus calmly.

"I don't think so," I answered him. "You will definitely not like him."

"Okay," Krasus nodded.

"Can we believe your source?" asked me Kel' Thuzad. "Otherwise, it may turn out that we are simply misled."

"I believe my source," I said, but then added. "But I think that this information will need to be verified."

"I'll do it myself," Krasus said. The archmage now looked very frightening. His aura seemed to breathe with hot fire magic. "I'll check these words myself. How can I contact you?"

"Activate this artifact," I said to Krasus, passing the artifact that gave me the coordinates of space. "I will immediately understand that you want to talk to me."

I am sure that Krasus has his own communication methods, but this time, it was a very small test for me.

"Excellent," Krasus nodded and put the artifact in the pocket of his robes. "So, where are they hiding this artifact?"

"Grim Batol," I answered him. "Most likely, at the lowest level."

After that, I looked at the magician, who reported before me. He was here all the time and listened attentively to what I was saying. Immediately Krasus teleported out of the hall, leaving all his business to Kael' thas, who was his deputy. I turned around and left the meeting. Magicians were silent, except for that woman that was a bit angry.

"Hey," asked me the magician who followed me. "Who are you?"

"Alistar Bumblebee," I told him, turning to face him. "Glad to meet you."

"Call me Kulcepal," said the magician, reaching out to me to shake hands.

Nodding my head to him, I teleported back to the large rock. The orc continued to stand there. He looked at me carefully when I appeared. His eyes flashed green for a second and then went out.

"What news do you have?" The orc asked.

"None yet," I answered him. "They will have to first check your words to talk about it, but I remember my promise."

The orc just nodded his head at this and stood up. Shaking himself off, he slowly disappeared into the darkness. I tried to find him with my feelings, and then with a spell, but there was no one near me. I wonder if it was a spell to disguise or move to another location. If this is a disguise spell, then I would happily learn it ... Even if it is a movement spell, I would be even happier to learn it. And so ... there is only one hope that this spell is not associated with demons.

***

Krasus looked at the fortress. It was carved straight into the mountain. It seemed that she was completely dead, but it was not. Red dragons circled in the sky with their riders. The magician hid so well that no one could find him. The fortress inspired respect, but not the way the orcs would like to see it.

Inside, the archmage sensed a relatively large number of beings, but that was not what worried him. Not that at all. He was looking for a dragon named Alexstrasza. For him, she was one of the most valuable beings that only existed in this world. Krasus was a consort of Alexstrasza, the Aspect of Life. Besides, in the legends, she is known as the Queen of Life and The One who Gives life.

Krasus' face as a member of the Council of Six was not his own. It was a collected image of several other mages that are already a long time dead. In reality, Krasus was a red dragon, ancient, wise, and powerful. He showed the strength to all others cannot be taken even for half of his true power. His real name is Korialstrasz. He participated in a war that became legendary and then slowly disappeared into the past. The War of the Ancients left an unforgettable mark on the world. He fought against the most powerful demons and won.

Krasus exhaled and nodded his head sadly. The old dragon didn't like what happened to his flock. He was going to destroy everything and return freedom to his beloved Alexstrasza. Magic surged around him, obliterating all signs of his presence. After that, he jumped with a powerful jump onto the nearest rock ledge. In this way, he got to the fortress. His arms transformed into dragon paws, along with sharp thorns, and he slowly began to climb over the stone to get inside the fortress.

No one could see or feel him. Krasus was just a shadow and did not exist here at all. Moving forward, he restrained himself so as not to flood everything here with fire. Krasus was unsure if he could handle the influence of the Dragon Soul.

The Dragon Soul is an ancient artifact that was supposed to destroy the Burning Legion, which entered the ancient world's lands. Neltharion, the Earth Guardian, decided to come up with this idea. And the Dragons believed him. When the Burning Legion forces were crushed, Neltharion turned these weapons against the creators themselves, against the dragons. This resulted in the destruction of the Blue Flock, as well as massive losses of other Flocks. It was after this that Neltharion received a new name - Deathwing.

Krasus shook his head, recalling these events. He survived it only by coincidence and the help of some magician. When a battle broke out between the Flocks and the Black Dragon, the world lost its own shape. Malygos, the Blue Flock head, slowly began to lose his mind as he saw his entire pack's death. The other dragons hated Neltharion and always looked for a way to kill him.

The archmage and the dragon hiding at the same time slowly continued to make its way forward. He moved deeper and deeper until he reached a small room. From there, a familiar force was drawn. In his heart, he hoped that the information he had received would be untrue. But ... he was wrong. He felt the Dragon Soul in the room, which pulsed with energy.

Exhaling, he mentally brushed aside all thoughts, as he well understood that he could not use this artifact. All the Aspects and the best mages of the Night Elves cast protection spells so that no one who lives in this world could use this artifact. And now, when orcs have come to the world, they can use it freely. This angered him, as he realized that there was nothing he could do about it. It will not be so easy to destroy this artifact.

Passing the room, he continued on his way into the depths. Still not sensing the dragon he wanted, he kept moving forward. When he stopped at a small aisle, a chill ran through his body. Frozen, he saw an orc with a wooden leg, which all the time was saying something under his breath.

A piece of wood knocked on the stone floor. Krasus pressed himself even harder to the floor to prevent the orc from hitting the top of his head. He noticed for a few seconds and shook his head. After that, he muttered something under his breath and continued walking forward. The archmage exhaled mentally.

He sank to the very bottom of this fortress and saw something that he would never want to see. His beloved didn't look very good. In some places, the skin was gray, as it somewhat lost that red tint. He felt sorry for her, but he did not disclose his identity. As much as it hurts him, but it is better not to reveal identity. He was convinced that the information that Alistar had given him was accurate.

In order not to get caught, he left the fortress. Nobody could find him, and he felt content. But not for long, for he remembered that Alexstrasza was still held captive by these orcs. She needs to be released before nothing wrong happens. Although so, they have already managed to inflict great damage. So far, this war has not caught the other packs. If this happens, then it can begin to cut all against all.

Sighing, he stood up and inhaled fresh air. The teleporter then consumed him, and he returned to the Violet Tower to his quarters. The morning was already slowly coming, forcing the city to wake up. Looking out the window, he saw that Dalaran was slowly coming back to life after that violent dragon attack. He did not want to kill his relatives, and therefore he only frightened them. Other magicians were not dragons and tried to protect only their lives ... But ... their magic is not strong enough to pierce the scales of a dragon, not even the strongest one.

Clutching the artifact that Alistar had given him, he sent him a challenge. Krasus really wanted to meet him and then get to know his informant. Such assistance should not go unrequited.

***

Rakmar sat on a cold stone near the lake and wondered what he would do next. He well understood that after Alistair told other magicians about this information, they would definitely be interested in him. It was both very good, and on the other hand, not. He cannot yet assess how well these people perceive him and how they will react to their informant's informant is an orc.

Looking at his reflection, he exhaled again, remembering his home, Draenor. Much time has passed since the day they found themselves in this inhospitable world. Looking at his hands, he smiled. If it turns out that he was mistaken in people, he will begin fighting them himself. He will arrange such problems for them that they will still regret that they have failed his trust.

Throwing a pebble into the water, he looked at the diverging waves. The moon that hung in the sky dissolved, turning into myriads of precious fragments.