20. At This Moment, a Handsome Biologist Passing Through the Redridge Mountains Had a Flash of Inspiration

Windsor Of course Lieutenant Prestor Family has heard of it.

Although he was not born into a noble family, he had heard Gavinrad General boast about Northern Borderlands's "thousand-year-old wealthy families" in his spare time. Compared with those serious old Stromgarde and Arathor's noble families, even Stormwind Kingdom's most noble Wrynn Royal Family was actually just out of the ranks of "mud-legged" ones.

After all, Wrynn Family's ancestor did not follow Emperor Arathor to do Amani Troll.

This Prestor Family is one of those old nobles with a long heritage. The reason why this family is famous in the Stormwind Kingdom is mainly because its experience is particularly "legendary". It is said that before this generation, Prestor was just an unknown surname of the lower class nobles, but a few years ago, Lord Daval suddenly brought it into the upper class.

That Lord Daval is very famous in Northern Borderlands's upper class society. Not only does he serve as the royal adviser to Lordaeron, the strongest kingdom in mankind, but he also has a good figure and moves in the relationship network of other royal families.

He responds to requests.

As long as you can get help from his disciples, nothing is impossible.

The most outrageous thing is that Lord Daval is already dozens of years old, but he is still favored by King Terenas and wants to betroth his daughter to him.

Although Lordaron Kingdom has no precedent as a queen, so the princess is basically a marriage tool, but being so valued by King Terenas already shows the gold content of Lord Daval. You know, Lord Daval's daughters are older than Princess Calia.

This naturally makes the legendary lord become the idol of most men in human society.

"Are you Lord Daval Prestor?"

The lieutenant was all dumbfounded.

He watched the big-shot guy in front of him drop potion on Lothar and young Kishaen to help them eliminate the corrosive venom. He poured the healing potion into their mouths regardless of the blood stains. He then raised his head and glanced at the coat of arms on the carriage behind him.

It's a pity that a big-headed soldier really can't understand this noble stuff.

He stammered:

"Aren't you at Northern Borderlands? Why did you suddenly appear at the Redridge Mountains?"

"I was invited by His Excellency Medivh to attend the banquet he held this month, and by the way, I stood in front of the important event that Archbishop Alonsus Faol came to preach on the Stormwind Kingdom. As we all know, Prestor Family has always been committed to serving the welfare of mankind.

Our family is devout Holy Light Follower."

The extremely graceful lord drew a emblem of faith on his chest. He smiled heartily and motioned to the lieutenant to help put the two injured people into his carriage.

His daughter, whose face was covered with gauze, took out a very delicate medical kit and handed it to Warrior, who didn't know where to put it, and asked them to go to the carriage to change clothes for the two injured people.

"I once met Lothar at a certain banquet. Fortunately, the Karazhan tower suddenly closed its doors and refused guests, allowing my daughter and I to return by car and encountered today's crisis."

Lord Daval stared at the direction of the distant demonic dragon flying away in the dark night with a serious face, and whispered:

"Where did these guys come from? Why haven't I heard of such a ferocious creature in the Stormwind Kingdom before? Is that green dragon related to the dragon legend of Black Morass?"

"Those are Green Skins Orcs!"

Lieutenant Windsor briefly informed this upright-looking man of recent events. Lord Daval listened attentively and took out his notebook to write down some important information.

After the lieutenant finished speaking, he nodded and said:

"Orcs alone, I think Stormwind Kingdom's warriors can still resist it, but if those invaders can control the dragon, this is another concept. It seems that human civilization Southern Borderlands is about to enter a troubled period again."

"Father, Lothar and the young warrior's injuries are very troublesome. The dragon's breath contains some kind of spiritual curse. They must receive professional treatment immediately."

Miss Katrana Prestor, wearing a veil, stepped forward and whispered to her father and lieutenant:

"Redridge Mountains The local doctors may not be able to handle such a problem. How about we use the Teleportation Scroll we carry with us to send them back to Stormwind?"

The lord pondered for a moment, then looked in the direction of Karazhan, shook his head and said:

"Why bother looking far away from the near? I heard that Karazhan's master, Mr. Medivh, and Lothar are sworn brothers. He will definitely not sit back and watch his brother suffer such suffering. Lieutenant, this carriage is given to you!

Escort Lothar and the young warrior to Karazhan for treatment as soon as possible."

Windsor Lieutenant did not refuse. The situation was urgent now. It was rare to meet such a good person so he no longer shied away. He appointed a rider to take over the carriage and said:

"I left a few Warrior to escort you two to Lakeshire for a temporary rest. When Marshal Lothar wakes up, I think he will thank you in person."

"No, you all escort Lothar to Karazhan. Green Skins Orcs is so vicious. There might be an ambush along the way. It's a shame that I am indistinguishable and not skilled in martial arts. Otherwise, I would personally escort the marshal out of danger no matter what."

Lord Daval waved his hands and said:

"You warriors, don't worry about me and my daughter. We have Teleportation Scroll and you can go directly to Stormwind or return to Northern Borderlands. Go ahead and be careful on the road."

"Thank you very much. I will never forget your kindness today!"

Loyal Warriors cannot delay any longer.

They retrieved their escaped horses, and those without horses climbed into the carriages, escorting the wounded in a mighty manner and galloping away to Karazhan.

Fortunately, it is not far from Deadwind Pass, and fortunately the carriages used by the old nobles Northern Borderlands are wide and strong enough, otherwise they would not be able to withstand the transportation mode of the Barat train.

After watching Warrior leave, Miss Katrana Prestor stepped forward and whispered:

"Father, you know clearly that there is a dangerous war going on over there at Karazhan, and four demigods with five kinds of force are involved. The target is probably Astral Mage Medivh. Why do you let these bugs escort Lothar there?

We directly send Lothar back to Stormwind, can't we still forge a friendship with the stubborn and arrogant Wrynn Royal Family?

By then, the clan members will be able to integrate into Stormwind's upper class circle."

"Today's cooperation has allowed us to forge the friendship that we should have. There is no need to create extraneous matters. When I say they are important, it means another meaning, but in the final analysis, they are just a group of bugs. It is just a disguise we use to hide ourselves.

I can see clearly, and I naturally have a new appreciation for useful tools."

Lord Daval glanced at the blood on his fingers, took out his handkerchief and wiped it off, and said casually:

"But you and your brother are a little immersed in the "game" with these bugs. But this time, you were attracted by the teleportation a few days ago to check it out. It was an unexpected surprise.

Green Skins, another world, and the Fel demon dragon just now.

Do you recognize it? Daughter."

"Lord Leshorn, Emerald Dragonflight was a former war forward and a very powerful dream guardian. Before his fall, he was deeply trusted by Ysera the Dreamer. Before War of the Ancients and Dragon Aspects gathered together, he followed the dream Prince Eranikus and embraced Fel.

The cause of the fall is unknown."

Miss Katelina reported all the information about the dragon just now. She blinked, and the black pupils under the veil turned into a pair of yellow snake pupils with a little black, and said:

"We haven't seen each other for ten thousand years, but this guy actually got mixed up with a group of Green Skins beasts. What a depravity! But it was already a member of the Burning Legion in theory, but it appeared with Orcs and allowed Warlock to ride it.

Does this mean these Green Skins are related to the devil?"

"The problem doesn't matter where it comes from, my daughter, your vision is still a bit poor after all."

Lord Daval waved his hands and said:

"The problem is what Lethon and its Warlock pet are looking for in the Redridge Mountains. Haha, what it is looking for is most likely the same as what we have been trying to get all these years.

That artifact was hidden by the red dragons in the Redridge Mountains, but it once belonged to me.

Dragon Soul!

Well, things are getting interesting, daughter, I should really thank those demigods for stopping Medivh's boring party so that we could see such interesting things tonight."

"It's looking for Dragon Soul for its demon master? This is so arrogant!"

Lord Daval's daughter scolded:

"That is a treasure that only belongs to Black Dragonflight! Father, since Green Skins are going to attack Stormwind Kingdom, then we might as well help them. When Redridge Mountains falls into the hands of Green Skins, we can get the artifact back!

Never let your treasure fall into the hands of the devil."

"Stupid!"

The middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes scolded, causing his daughter to immediately shrink her neck. It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with his daughter's brain.

But then he sighed and said helplessly:

"It's just an artifact. What are you so eager to get it for?

Will we be attacked by those "relatives" who want to strangle each of us?

We have been connected in human society for many years. We have so many loyal servants to help us do things. Our tentacles are everywhere, and our ears are all over the streets. The value of this disguise and the entire system is much more precious than an artifact that can cause trouble.

Most importantly, is it such a bad thing that it fell into the hands of Green Skins?

Use your violent brain and think about it, what will Green Skins do with it after getting it? No matter who they control with Dragon Soul, it is not a bad thing for us.

Alas.

Obviously what we embrace is emptiness, why can't the truth and wisdom of Sea of Darkness enter your minds?

Learn more from your brother!

Nefarian's thinking is his most powerful weapon."

Black Dragon Princess looked unhappy at being scolded, but did not dare to refute. She quietly waited for her father's instructions. After a moment of silent thinking, Lord Daval let out a deep laugh and said:

"Go to Stormwind. Since you want to integrate into the Wrynn Family's upper class circle so much, then stay here and expand the living area in the shadows for the tribe in the name of the Prestor Family. By the way, we can fulfill our official duties and prepare for the tour of Archbishop Alonsus Faol.

With the favor of rescuing Lothar, you will become King Llane's guest.

But use your Mind Control spell with caution.

Keep a low profile, this is Medivh's territory, your skills are no match for Astral Mage."

"What about you?"

After hearing that her father had given her permission to move freely, Miss Katelina was immediately visibly happy.

She actually doesn't care where she goes, even if she is exiled to the wilderness, as long as she can leave her gloomy father, she will be happy and relaxed.

But she still asked hypocritically:

"If I'm not by your side, who will take care of you in your daily life?"

"My life would be much easier without you acting stupid in front of me!"

Lord Daval said coldly:

"Go, you can leave me and move freely. The joy in your eyes cannot be hidden from a Kobold. Go and have fun, but don't cause unnecessary trouble. Don't wait until your head is hung on the Stormwind city gate. It will be too late by then."

"As you command, father."

Katelina knew that her father was urging her to leave, and that he was definitely going to do some conspiracy of his own. She didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she turned around and used magic to disappear in this remote corner of the Redridge Mountains.

Lord Daval walks forward.

His movement trajectory was very strange. He took a normal step but seemed to flash across a distance of hundreds of meters and sent himself to the pile of Orcs corpses. This was obviously the privilege of Azeroth World "Earth Warder".

After observing carefully for a moment, the flesh and blood of this gloomy lord changed rapidly, and the style of his clothes also changed rapidly. He soon transformed into a lifelike Green Skins Orcs, and picked up several weapons from the battlefield.

Finally, he cut off a human head that was corroded by venom and hung it on his waist. He ran out a few steps and called out a few times in the exact same Orcs voice.

The fleeing Dire Wolf looked at him in confusion. When their eyes met, the Dire Wolf was stunned for a moment and then ran over obediently, carrying his driver and rushing out in the direction of Black Morass.

If the magic dragon Lord Leshorn and its pet Warlock want to find Dragon Soul, you have to confirm what they are planning to do after getting the artifact.

If their plan can be used by him, then maybe he can take advantage of the sudden opportunity of Orcs's invasion to wipe out his ancient and troublesome brothers and sisters.

Alas!

That is to say, the explosion of Well of Eternity in War of the Ancients tore the world apart, and the spread of Star Soul's power made Dragon Isles hide in World Mist. His majestic Earth Warder's power was interfered with, and he could not find his way home.

Otherwise, with the power of the Void Gods device he hid in Dragon Isles Underground Palace Aberrus, this sad world would have long been in the shadow of Sea of Darkness.

Shadowed Heart can destroy Titan's divine power and all limitations, and bring Star Soul into Path of the Void.

Even Dragon Soul is just a semi-finished imitation of it.

"Uh"

Lothar felt like he was about to die.

The last scene before he passed out was the brave Kishaen throwing himself off his horse, while a ferocious dragon sprayed black-green venom at him in the dark night sky.

That's a dragon!

When I was young, I was lucky enough to see a giant red dragon soaring in the sky on the snow-capped mountains of Dun Morogh, the hometown of the dwarves. At that time, the dwarf's mountain ranger told me that there was a red dragon's lair in the mountains deep in Wetlands.

It is said that there is the Holy Land of the giant dragon. No one dares to approach those ancient mountains. Even the craziest Dark Iron Dwarves among the War of the Three Hammers dare not lead the war into those mysterious valleys.

But the dwarves also said that red dragons are gentle dragons. As long as they do not actively provoke them, red dragons will never take the initiative to kill or destroy villages.

But the dragon I saw today was different.

I could see clearly that there was a ferocious Green Skins standing on the saddle behind the demonic dragon!

Green Skinss can ride the dragon!

The alien Saint did not deceive them. These violent alien invaders were more terrifying than they imagined. Stormwind Kingdom alone could not stop them at all!

You must ask for help from Northern Borderlands, or even High Elf from Quel'Thalas.

But Lothar then meant that he didn't seem to be awake. He opened his eyes blankly and found that he was in a strange green wilderness, surrounded by green grass and dense forests. This was definitely not Eastern Continent.

There is no such pristine scenery on this continent.

He stood up doubtfully, suspecting that he might have entered the "spiritual world" described by Medivh, but his sworn brothers also said that it is impossible for ordinary people to create a spiritual world of this scale. It can only be done by the mysterious and great powers hidden in this world.

Lothar stepped into the forest ahead with doubts and awe. After passing through the trees, he saw something sleeping in the forest in front of him.

Stormwind's commander held his breath at this moment.

A giant wolf!

A pure white giant wolf with no trace of hair was sleeping in the forest in front of him. The silver moonlight shone down from high in the sky, seeming to cover it with a layer of silver gauze.

But this giant wolf is obviously in a very sacred environment, but it itself has no sense of sacredness at all.

When he saw it, Lothar's mind was filled with memories of his military life, from his first battle with Murlocs when he was young, to scaling the city wall against Gnoll when he was a teenager, to taking risks with his two good brothers to challenge Gurubashi Trolls, which resulted in the tragedy of Trolls's siege.

Every battle, every killing, every bloodshed, every death.

These memories related to the dispute echoed uncontrollably in front of Lothar's eyes, causing him to cover his forehead and cry out in pain. When he raised his head again, what he saw was the blood-red eyes of the giant wolf.

It stared at him.

It looked at him.

"It's not the time yet."

Lothar heard this voice from ancient times, it said:

"You are not ready yet, you have not made up your mind yet, go back and continue to temper yourself in the flames of war."

"Huh?"

Lothar wanted to ask, but he opened his eyes in a hurry. What caught his eye was a face with yellow skin, black hair and black pupils. He heard the person in front of him ask him seriously:

"Anduin Lothar, who did you see just now?"