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  At the same time, Azshara, who was in the bedroom, frowned slightly. She just clearly felt the fluctuation of a space spell in the palace.

   "That direction is... Zilan? Hehe, a traveling mage?"

  Azshara showed a meaningful smile on her face, and Vashj hurried over and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to follow the trajectory of space transmission?"

   Of course Vashj can't do this kind of thing, but Azshara, who is a demigod mage, can, but the queen just waved her hand.

   "Forget it, I can see that he has no ill intentions towards me, let him go, who hasn't a little secret of his own?"

   "Besides, even if he chases after him, unless I do it myself, the rest of you are no match for him."

   This is the truth. Among Azshara's maids, Vashj is the strongest, reaching the middle epic level. The other maids are at most at the peak of heroes. After catching up with Charlemagne, they may not be able to beat him.

Azshara picked up the refreshing drink brewed with the well water of the Well of Eternity and took a sip, "Thanks to the hidden truths he told me, I have broadened my horizons. Now let me see this Mr. Kieran What role do you plan to play in this great change?"

  Charlemagne has gradually convinced her with his extensive knowledge over the past few months. Besides, Azshara is very good at seeing people. This traveling mage named Kieran Farstrider is not only capable, but also has no malice towards her.

Vashj curled her lips cryptically. The queen ordered her and the maids to go through the household registration books handed in by every village and town in the entire empire. As a result, there was no high-level elf family called the Farstrider, not even among ordinary civilians. With this surname, it is obvious that Kieran Farstrider is a pseudonym.

At this time, Charlemagne didn't know that he had been exposed by the careful Azshara through the diorama. When he arrived in Sandara, this once vibrant city had changed a lot from the last time he left. difference.

  The ruined walls that can be seen everywhere, the night elf civilians sitting in the corner drinking their sorrows with death-grey faces, and the giant dragon still flying in the sky all clearly show that the city is in the midst of war.

  Charlemagne didn't have much time, and he didn't have time to observe the detailed changes in the city. He found a green dragon who had landed on the ground to rest as quickly as possible, and asked him to bring a letter to Malygos the Spellweaver.

When the green dragon flew away, he was a little dubious, but not long after, a huge blue dragon flew over again in the sky. After landing, the blue dragon quickly transformed into a man with water-blue hair and eyes. Night Elf.

   "Haha, Kieran, you are finally here!"

  Malygos walked up and gave Charlemagne a warm hug. From the happy smile on his face, it could be seen that he was indeed very happy about this reunion.

Charlemagne also patted Malygos on the back twice, then pulled the Blue Dragon King away and said solemnly, "Marek, I don't have time to talk about the past, I slipped out of Azshara's palace as an excuse to go to the toilet It came out, let’s make a long story short, all the information I obtained is recorded on this piece of paper, I hope you can share it with various resistance forces.”

   Malygos preconditionally accepted a report handed over by Charlemagne, his face was obviously stunned, and then he straightened his face and nodded, "I see, are you going back now?"

   "That's right, I can't be away for too long, and..."

  Charlemagne seemed a little hesitant, but in the end he gritted his teeth and leaned into Malygos' ear and said, "Be careful of Neltharion!"

  He didn't dare to speak too clearly. In fact, he was very entangled in whether to change the fate of the blue dragon. What if the change was too big and he couldn't return to the future, but he felt sorry for his friend if he didn't say anything...

   After saying this, he didn't even look up at Malygos' reaction, and directly activated the teleportation technique to return to the palace.

   Malygos looked at the empty street in front of him in a daze, and murmured, "Be careful of Neltharion? Why should Neltharion be careful?"

When Charlemagne returned to the palace, everything seemed to be normal. Neither the Queen nor Vaschi seemed to notice that he had left in just ten minutes. From time to time, the Queen will ask her to discuss the past of the Burning Legion and the Titans.

When the outside world was in full swing, Charlemagne's peaceful days in Jin Aizalin continued, but a few days later he discovered a strange thing. Appeared in Charlemagne's sight again.

   "Valothen? He said he wanted to go to the front line to convey my instructions, so I let him go. This party should be near Black Rook Castle."

   Azshara's answer made Charlemagne's heart move, 'Is it true that Varocen acted without authorization as she said, or did she personally order the assassination of Ravencrest? '

In any case, according to the information Charlemagne heard, Ravencrest, the lord of Black Rook Castle, was assassinated on the eastern battlefield. He took command in his hands.

   There was also a big problem on the battlefield of Sandara in the north. The black dragon king Neltharion used the dragon soul newly cast by the guardian dragons to kill all sides on the battlefield, regardless of enemy or friend.

Whether it was the Burning Legion, the night elves, or even his own dragons, he used the dragon soul to attack him indiscriminately. The blue dragons who stepped forward to stop them suffered the most. Knocked down almost exterminated.

  Hearing this, Charlemagne sighed with a very complicated expression, 'It still failed to change Malygos' fate in the end...I really don't know whether to be lucky or regretful. '

When Jin Azshalin got the information, Malygos, who had fallen into a coma under the attack of Neltharion, had already woken up, and learned that a large number of his people had died, and even his most important spouse, Sindragosa, had died in the ice. After crowning the glacier, Malygos cried hysterically.

   "No! It's not true, why..."

Suddenly he remembered something, turned his head a little madly and asked the pitiful Red Dragon Queen, "Kiran! Kieran told me to be careful of Neltharion, he must know the inside story, why didn't he tell me in detail ! I'm going to Jin Azshalin to ask him to clarify!"

   Alexstrasza and Ysera glanced at each other, and they turned their heads to look at Nozdormu standing behind at the same time. The bronze dragon king lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally shook his head to express that he did not recognize him.

   "At least in the multi-world line that I know of, there has never been a night elf named 'Kiran Farstrider'."

   "Ah! He lied to me, he betrayed me!"

   Malygos, who was already insane due to the mass death of his tribe and the loss of his lover, broke down and shouted while holding his head when he heard Nozdormu's final judgment.

   "Hahaha! They all betrayed me, Neltharion, Zilan, woohoo...my Sindragosa!"

  Alexstrasza's face was full of sadness, and he turned his head and gave Ysera a wink. Ysera used her own dream authority, and gradually made the yelling Malygos fall into a deep sleep.

  While the three dragon kings were sighing sadly, Krasus, who came from 10,000 years later, showed a puzzled expression on his face.

   "Ziran Farstrider? Is there such a person in history?"

   Thanks for the support of the book friend "Yu Xin".