Chapter 465: The Prophet, Duke

Krasus was somewhat anxious. As a member of the male dragons who admired the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, the capture of their queen and the enslavement of the entire Red Dragonflight by the filthy orcs had left his heart shattered.

Being an ancient red dragon himself, the influence of Alexstrasza's will over Krasus was not as great as it was over other lower-ranking red dragons. This was on the condition that he avoided any mental contact with the Queen.

In fact, many ancient red dragons had managed to avoid indirect enslavement by the orcs by deliberately avoiding mental contact.

However, even without direct contact recently, Krasus could feel his most revered queen inevitably weakening, both mentally and physically.

This was a bad omen.

Krasus was desperate.

He reached out to Duke for two reasons. Firstly, to see what Duke needed and secondly, to see if Duke, hailed as the Alliance's strongest commander and practically a sure bet for the title of 'Master Tactician', had any special intelligence or ideas. After all, he had lost contact with the Red Dragonflight and could only guess about many things.

"I don't have any precise intelligence."

Almost as soon as Duke finished speaking, Krasus could hardly hide his disappointment.

"I see."

Seeing Krasus's seemingly calm but utterly disappointed expression, Duke stopped teasing Krasus: "But I do have a direction."

"Oh? Can you share it?"

"I once saw Queen Alexstrasza's majestic figure with my own eyes in Karazhan. So I've never believed that ordinary mortals can control the incredibly powerful Queen."

"That makes sense." Krasus nodded.

"So I looked through the ancient books of Karazhan and found a record about the dragon race. It's a very distant story—during the ancient war, the races of Azeroth, led by the five-colored guardian dragons, joined forces to resist the invasion of the Burning Legion. The five-colored dragons even once created an incredibly powerful artifact that wiped out a million demons of the Burning Legion in one fell swoop..."

As Duke spoke, Krasus's breath inevitably became quicker. As the youngest admirer of the Red Dragon Queen and just a young dragon, he had not experienced that shocking war. However, this didn't prevent him from learning about the process of the war from his elders.

When it comes to this war, there's an unavoidable, humiliating thing for the entire dragon race—the Dragon Soul, or the Demon Soul as it's now called.

"I knew it was the Demon Soul!" Krasus said, grinding his teeth, and then he realized he was too excited: "Sorry, I got excited. But as allies of the Red Dragonflight for over a thousand years, it's cruel for us to fight against the Red Dragons."

Duke smiled, pretending to understand, then continued: "Of course, this is just speculation. I'm not sure, after all, I would need to see the actual object to know. But my thought is, if it is confirmed to be the Demon Soul, then I must notify the other Dragon Aspects to deal with this matter because I worry that this is a plot by Deathwing, Neltharion."

The speaker had an intention, and the listener had a perception.

Even though a certain red dragon still didn't know that the other party was a crosser who was more of a charlatan than a charlatan and had already figured out his bottom line, it still didn't prevent the dragon from feeling good about Duke.

Krasus increasingly believed that Duke was very likely to succeed in saving Alexstrasza.

"Marcus, what are you planning to do?"

Duke shrugged, "I'll play it by ear."

This answer made Krasus feel a bit like spitting blood. If it were anyone else, Krasus would definitely have used a Dragon Claw Swipe to slap them against the wall.

But the person in front of him was Duke, hailed as the wisest and most visionary wise man and commander in the entire Alliance.

Furthermore, because true dragonkind has almost infinite lifespans, he had more free time to study trivial matters than other grand magi, like the rise of Duke. Krasus found that Duke had the qualities of a prophet, especially Duke's ability to see through appearances to the essence, which was rare in the world.

You managed to see through a conspiracy that the Burning Legion's Sargeras had spent hundreds of years carefully setting up. Isn't this a talent?

Even though he felt somewhat irrational, Krasus's intuition told him that it was absolutely right to bet on Duke.

Krasus bowed deeply to Duke, "Thank you for your frankness, you could have chosen not to tell me."

"No, no, no, you're sort of Rhonin's half-mentor, I just wanted to reassure you."

"Rhonin..." When it came to Rhonin, Krasus felt a bit strange. Although he had been secretly training Rhonin and teaching him the skills to infiltrate Grim Batol, he still found it odd to be abruptly called by Duke to deliver Rhonin.

He forgot, a prophet is a prophet!

"Sorry, actually, I had a dream about Rhonin and Queen Alexstrasza. I felt it was a sign from the goddess of fate. I checked and found out that there really is a mage named Rhonin in Dalaran, so I...uh...that's it. If you think it's inappropriate, I can give up on recruiting Mage 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 overturning of Sargeras's conspiracy, he even began to wonder whether Duke was the so-called child of fate.

"Alright, Rhonin made a mistake earlier. Although he is under arrest and undergoing investigation, he is likely willing to prove himself in this way. Moreover, he is working with Duke Marcus, a hero of the Alliance. I just hope he won't be so clumsy as to cause trouble for you."

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

Krasus: "..."

And so it was settled.

Half an hour later, in a room in a side tower of the Violet Citadel.

A mage was awaiting his latest punishment.

He was looking around the room in boredom.

On the thick stone wall in front of him hung a tapestry. In the middle of the violet area was embroidered a golden eye, complex in structure yet seemingly able to see through everything in the world. Below the eye were three golden daggers, pointing to the ground. This banner, this symbol of Dalaran, was always held high during wars, fulfilling their mission to protect the Alliance, although not every member of the Kirin Tor carried out their mission in such a glorious manner.

He was somewhat uneasy because the latest news was that he was somehow linked to Duke Marcus, one of the two acknowledged heroes of the Alliance.

He was unsure if this was a stroke of luck.