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Altairus was extremely enthusiastic, but Li Cuisi did not appreciate it. The Green Dragonflight lady barely acknowledged him, and the sky dragon was too embarrassed to keep talking shamelessly. He could only turn his head and desperately cling to Sangla's leg, showering him with flattery—saying things like Al'Akir could be taken down with one hand, the Warchief was mighty and invincible, and so on.

"Altairus, do you truly mean what you're saying?" Sangla looked at the excessively fawning sky dragon, feeling rather baffled. This guy really was a first-class bootlicker!

"Of course I do." Altairus looked at Sangla, who had suddenly spoken, and answered with utmost conviction.

Hearing Altairus's words, Sangla could not help lowering his head to look at the steel whip in his hand. It had not reacted at all. Wow, this guy was telling the truth. Yet somehow, the truth seemed even more terrifying. If someone could speak so shamelessly without the slightest ripple in his conscience, what could he not do?

"Altairus, where were you originally from?" Sangla looked at Altairus in astonishment, his attitude turning serious as he sized up the nearly transparent sky dragon. Wind elementals did not grow like this. This fellow was an outsider.

"Me? I'm a proto-dragon, not from the same lineage as those dragons. Due to an accident, I flew into Skywall." Faced with Sangla's question, Altairus straightforwardly explained his origins. He was a proto-dragon, not a dragon.

"And how did you become like this?" Sangla examined Altairus from head to toe. Transforming from a creature of flesh and blood into an elemental being was not without precedent, but it required submitting to a powerful elemental lord and receiving their blessing. Back in Felwood, Ragnaros had intended to turn him into a fire elemental in precisely that way.

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