No one knew how far they had gone before the group finally stopped.
"This way!" The skinny man pulled the bag off Deren's head. It was already dark. Beneath a tree in the Swamp Highlands stood several torches, faintly lighting the surroundings.
In the weak firelight, two crimson points of light appeared.
Then a young man with black skin slowly walked out of the shadows.
The two red lights just now had been his eyes.
His signature full beard was trimmed beneath his chin into a handsome point, and his face wore an irreverent, devil-may-care expression.
Seeing Deren being escorted over by his men, he immediately said, "Well, well, well, look who's here. A mortal man, and my elder sister's favorite pet at that."
Ragnaros? Deren reacted at once. Wasn't this guy with the Red Dragon Queen?
Oh, right. Last time, Stellagosa had said he had escaped.
Though he was shocked inside, Deren still looked utterly confused.
Because in theory, he had never met this Black Dragon Prince at all, so he had to pretend he did not know him.
He stared blankly at Ragnaros, as if this were their first meeting.
"Who... who are you? Why did you kidnap me?" he said, pretending to be afraid.
"All right, all right. We have plenty of time to talk." His attitude was fairly polite.
He waved a hand at his subordinates. "Take that elven lady away and treat her well. The rest of you, move farther off too. Some things aren't for you to ask about."
"Yes!" Several people answered from the shadows, then took Vereesa away, until not a single figure remained within sight.
"See? This is my sincerity. Deren Losen, come, come, sit down. Let's have a proper talk." Ragnaros pulled Deren over beneath the torches, where a low