The dragon shrouded in flames was retreating.
And in its eyes, Karin saw fear and pain. This Ancient Spell exerted a powerful suppressive effect on it.
At the same time, the man reciting the Ancient Spell took a few steps forward. Surprisingly, he was an ordinary soldier at Lothar's side.
"That's Draconic magic! How do you know it?" Kel'Thuzad exclaimed.
Draconic was almost the most complex language in the world. Even the Draconic deciphered in Dalaran's Library was only enough to fill a few sheets of paper.
"I..." Reginald Windsor was momentarily at a loss for words. The spell he had recited was precisely what he had heard himself reciting in the illusion not long ago... Just now, realizing that Lord Lothar was in trouble, he had involuntarily recited it himself. He had never expected it to actually work.
But Mr. Karin had said earlier that everything they saw in the illusion had to be buried deep in their hearts, never to be told to anyone... Windsor could not help feeling torn. Should he tell the truth or not?
During his brief hesitation, the dragon roared again. It opened its bloody maw toward them, flames ready to surge out at any moment.
Windsor hurriedly began repeating the "Draconic magic" he had heard in the illusion. The ancient prophecy once again resounded throughout the Tower... Under his oppressive might, the dragon trembled and retreated without stopping.
"You can restrain it?" Lothar glanced at Windsor.
This time, Windsor did not dare stop again. He merely nodded silently.
"Good!" Lothar asked no further questions and simply instructed his other two subordinates, "Eek, Emoross, you two stay behind and protect Windsor. The rest of us will keep heading down."
As he spoke, Lothar stopped paying attention to the dragon that stood so close and