Chapter 112: Coronation

When the orcs were expelled from Grim Batol, Alterac was crowning Prestor.

In the gilded carriage pulled by eight horses, Prestor, wearing a crown, waved his hands gracefully. Guards in bright armor marched neatly in front and behind the carriage, and the people on both sides cheered heartily. Prestor's handsome appearance and elegant manners made him loved by many people. Prestor walked slowly up the steps, climbed to the top of the palace, and began his speech. After

the speech, it was time for a banquet. Terenas, Proudmoore and Anathretarion came to Alterac in person to congratulate Prestor, Solas and Genn. Varian, who was gray-haired and had a long journey, sent envoys, while Dalaran was a combination of Antonidas and Krasus. Nobles from various countries also came to congratulate in person or sent their children. Prestor wandered among the kings and nobles of various countries, and the smile seemed to never disappear from his face.

In the corner, two mages seemed out of place.

Antonidas whispered, "Did you see anything?"

Krasus shook his head, his eyes never leaving Prestor. He was captured and beaten by Antonidas as soon as he returned to Dalaran. At first, he refused when Antonidas asked him to come, but he had just violated the discipline of Dalaran and it was not easy to refuse, so he had to come with him to attend the banquet. Antonidas had seen Prestor in Lordaeron last time, but Prestor was shrouded in a layer of magic. In the brief meeting, Antonidas did not see through his true face, so this time he brought the oldest mage in Dalaran, Crasus, to identify him. Crasus felt that this magician named Prestor was somewhat familiar.

"Maybe he is just a wild mage? Like the mages under Richard?"

At this time, Prestor looked over and raised his glass to indicate, and Antonidas also raised his glass. Crasus looked into Prestor's eyes, and a smile flowed from Prestor's eyes. Crasus finally knew what was familiar! He is a dragon! This is the same kind of breath, but who is he? Which other dragons have infiltrated the human race?

Crasus decided not to tell Antonidas this for the time being. He said, "He should be just an ordinary magician."

Antonidas still had doubts: "But he is a noble, and there are many people in human society who are opposed to magic."

Crasus shrugged: "Maybe this noble just happens to worship magic."

Antonidas seemed convinced and stroked his beard: "Then don't worry about his identity. We need to have a good relationship with a wizard king."

Crasus frowned, and Antonidas patted him on the shoulder: "Forget that you don't understand politics at all. You just need to know that having a wizard king is good for us. Don't tell this information to others." Crasus nodded

. Antonidas thought he didn't understand politics, but he had lived for so long and witnessed the rise and fall of so many countries. He could see what the old wizard was thinking. After the new archbishop came to power, some comments that were unfavorable to the wizard gradually emerged. It was indeed necessary to be vigilant. It was also a good thing to have a helper. Thinking of this, Krasus decided to help the archmage find out the identity of the dragon.

After the banquet, Krasus used the excuse of convenience to find Prestor alone. Before meeting him, Krasus used the unique magic of the dragon race to distinguish other similar ones to take a look at Prestor. This look almost scared Krasus.

Deathwing! It turned out to be Deathwing! Fortunately, he didn't meet him rashly. Krasus quickly slipped out of the palace. Krasus originally thought that it was bad that he had flown over most of the Endless Sea without seeing any trace of the orcs and their companions. Unexpectedly, there was even worse news. Deathwing had infiltrated human society! And became the king! What kind of conspiracy was there! There was also information that the orcs were with the black dragon, and the tribesmen were oppressed by the Dragon Soul...

Black dragon, orcs, Deathwing, Dragon Soul, all kinds of information flashed in Krasus' mind. Krasus held his forehead. No matter what Deathwing wanted to do, he must be stopped! But who should he rely on? The face of Antonidas flashed in Krasus' mind. Krasus shook his head. The mages of Dalaran might be powerful, but they were definitely no match for Deathwing. To fight the Black Dragon King, they had to rely on the power of other Dragon Kings. But other Dragon Kings...

Krasus clenched his fists. For the sake of his lover, he would pay any price! Krasus, with a firm figure and spirit, disappeared into the night.

Prestor was drinking tea with Richard, who was teleported to Alterac.

"I heard that you conquered Grim Batol. Where are the dragon eggs I want?"

Richard took a sip and said, "They are being loaded onto the truck."

Prestor said with satisfaction, "Very good."

Then the two looked at each other. Richard filled himself another cup and drank it slowly. Finally, Prestor couldn't help asking, "Where is the Dragon Soul?"

Richard raised his eyebrows, "Dragon Soul? What is that?"

Prestor frowned and leaned forward, "Don't fool me!"

Richard put down the teacup and said innocently, "I really don't know."

The back of Prestor's hand on the table was arched because of anger and force, "That's mine!"

"Really? But I really haven't seen it. Describe what this Dragon Soul looks like, and I'll go find it for you."

Prestor suppressed his anger and said word by word: "The golden disc contains the power of the dragon. Those green-skinned orcs use this to enslave the red dragon."

Richard nodded in realization: "Okay, I'll help you pay attention to this, and tell you as soon as I have any news."

Prestor crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaned back in his chair, and looked very unhappy. Richard finished the cup and left.

As soon as Richard left, Prestor angrily slammed the table, and the angry flames burned this valuable table into charcoal.

"Damn you! Damn it! I should have expected that he would swallow this treasure!"

The reason why Prestor was so sure that Richard had the Dragon Soul was because he had left a mark on it, but when Richard re-reinforced the seal of the Dragon Soul, the mark disappeared.

Whoever possesses the Dragon Soul has the ability to enslave other dragons. What's more dangerous is that the power of the other four dragon kings in the Dragon Soul can also cause harm to him. This thing must not fall into the hands of others! Especially that damned ancient god!

Prestor roughly pushed open the door of the study, pressed the secret room mechanism, and walked down the stairs.