Chapter 303: I, Krasus, are... what the **** is this?

Chapter 303 Even if I am Krasus... what the **** is this?

Krassus, whose real name is Cleostrasz, is a member of the six-member Council of the Kirin Tor. Even without mentioning his hidden identity, he is still a high-ranking person in human society.

But at this time, the archmage, who was the youngest consort of the Red Dragon Queen, stared at the scar elf in front of him with eyes as if he was mentally retarded.

"Lord Theron, I seem to have misheard something, can you say it again?"

"Of course!" Charlemagne repeated what he said just now with a sunny smile, "Can you please help me test the efficacy of this trapped dragon magic device?"

"I reject!"

Krasus's handsome high elf cheeks obviously twitched, "Duke Theron, since you know my identity, you should also know what this sleepy dragon magic tool represents to the dragon clan, right? What do you think? Will I help you test this magical device that may pose a threat to your compatriots?"

Charlemagne waved his hands indifferently and said, "Don't worry, the target of this magic tool is not you, but the black dragon who is being hunted down by the four-color dragon clan unanimously."

"Black Dragon?"

Krasus' face became serious, "Duke Theron, if you find out the whereabouts of the black dragon, please tell me, and I will tell Her Lady Queen to send an army of dragons to exterminate it. Please don't have any doubts about this magic tool made by mortals." Too much hope, the black dragon is very ferocious..."

Charlemagne helplessly interrupted Krasus' long speech, "Okay, okay, the situation is not as simple as you think, this black dragon is more important to Deathwing, her death may cause a series of unpredictable consequences , in short, you just say can you help? If not, I will try to find other dragons."

'If it wasn't for Chromie's unwillingness to test, would I need to come to you...'

"Her? Could it be... Forget it, if you want to try it, just try it, first say yes, if I break your magic device while struggling, don't get angry with me."

"Of course not, after all, this is just a trial work."

Thirty minutes later

"Ha ha…"

Crassus panted heavily and lay on the ground in a frustrated and forward posture. His left hand was still touching his neck, and he looked at the necklace in Charlemagne's hand with lingering fear.

"Unbelievable! Mortals can actually develop such a powerful anti-dragon magic tool."

After calming down a little, Krasus stood up and solemnly reminded, "Duke Theron, you hope you can give a guarantee that this magic tool and its subsequent versions will not be used for other dragons other than the black dragon."

Charlemagne, who got the results of the experiment, was very satisfied, and readily agreed to Krasus' request, "No problem, I don't intend to offend the guardian dragon, and besides, this thing is only useful for adult dragons. Invalid, considering the start condition..."

From Queen Azshara's point of view, she didn't pay much attention to young dragons and baby dragons at all, so this magic weapon was purely aimed at adult dragons, and it was nonsense that it was not backward compatible. Charlemagne knew this at the beginning. At one point, I was a little dumbfounded.

Krasus nodded thoughtfully, "So that's how it is... In this way, its versatility has been greatly reduced. In short, as long as the black dragon's strength is not much stronger than mine, I can guarantee that she will not be able to break free. I wish you immediate success."

Charlemagne put away the magic device, pulled up Cirvanas, and was about to launch the teleportation, "Thank you for your assistance, please help me say hello to His Majesty Alexstrasza."

Just as he was about to teleport out of Krasus' mage tower, a group of arcane magic lines appeared on the ground at the top of the tower, and then a young man with red hair stumbled out of the teleportation circle.

Krasus yelled with a displeased expression on his face, "Ronin! How can you behave like this? I still have guests!"

The human mage known as Rhonin stood firm and looked around. He scratched his head in embarrassment when he noticed the surprised expressions of Charlemagne and Cirvanas.

"I'm sorry, Teacher, and two distinguished guests, my mana is still not well controlled."

‘Ronin… This trip to Dalaran was really not in vain. '

Charlemagne looked at the human youth with bright red hair like flames with great interest. At this time, his face was still relatively immature, and he should not be more than 20 years old by human standards.

Krasus sighed, pulled Ronin aside and bowed his head slightly to apologize to Charlemagne, "I'm very sorry, this kid is my apprentice, his name is Ronin, although he is a very talented mage, but he I still can't fully control the mana on my body."

As one of the six Kirin Tor councilors, Krasus and others will also have corresponding responsibilities when enjoying the respected status. One of them is teaching apprentices in person. This mage named Ronin is Krasus's most promising A little apprentice...although he always causes an explosion when he casts a fireball.

Charlemagne smiled nonchalantly, "It's okay, I can feel the surge of magic power in Mage Rhonin's body. With his current attainments, it will be difficult to control the magic power in his body, but this gift he possesses also dooms him to In the future, I will go further on the path of arcane art than others."

Krasus patted Ronin's red head lightly and said with a smile, "Then I will borrow your good words, you two might as well stay in Dalaran for two more days to experience the difference between here and Quel'Thalas." Arcane atmosphere."

"Okay, then Master Krasus, let's take our leave first."

"唰"

When they came out first again, Charlemagne and Cirvanas had already returned to the broad streets of Dalaran.

"Hmm~ha!"

Duke Theron stretched his body comfortably, then turned his head and said to Cirvanas who had been silent just now, "All the tasks for this trip have been completed, we will follow Krasus's suggestion and stay in Dalaran for two days Bar."

The second lady showed a quiet smile, "I have no objection, although I really want to know what you want to do with this sleepy dragon magic tool..."

Charlemagne took Cirvanas's hand and patted it gently, "Don't worry, I'll tell you when I get back, let's relax now, after half a year of running around..."

"Get out of Dalaran!"

"You scum who studies necromancy, how dare you come out!"

"Bah!"

The sudden commotion interrupted Charlemagne's words. The two turned their heads in surprise, and found that a group of Dalaran citizens were cursing and swearing at a middle-aged man in a dark robe, but the mage didn't think so at all. Concerned, still maintaining a cold expression, picking the items he needs in the trading market.

"Kel'Thuzad?"

"Um?"

Hearing a call with a different attitude, the mage raised his head, and his eyes with a faint light turned to the source of the sound.

When he saw the faces of the two elves on the opposite side, Kel'Thuzad was taken aback, "Mr. Theron?"