"This red dragon has a deep understanding of arcane magic. In just a few weeks she came to Stormwind City, the Mage Sanctuary has already made her serve as the instructor of the arcane course in the academy. I don't think if it's not an emergency, don't fight her head."

Mosul looked at Dahl with his eyes slanted: "Although we have known each other for a while, I must admit that I don't know your ability in magic."

"It's basically zero." Dahl admitted honestly: "Even if the few tricks I have mastered, similar to the ability to become like this, I basically only know how to use them without knowing the principle."

"It means you have a strong talent." Mosul nodded in approval, but then reminded himself: "You are a dragon, I forgot, it comes naturally."

"There are some things that the Red Dragon is not aware of the relationship between the Black Winged Legion and the Black Stone Tower. I've seen her letters to the leader of the Mage Sanctuary, in which she guessed that the Dragon-throated Orcs stole Grimbatto's Red Dragon Egg and conducted a new dragon species experiment in the Black Stone Tower. This dragon masters the abilities of a variety of dragon races, including at least the blue dragon."

"Have you read the letters she wrote?"

Dahl asked curiously, while poking an olive with a wooden fork in his mouth, the strange smell made him frown. These humans in Stormwind City really taste unique, stinky feet-flavored sausages and sheep-smoked cheeses. Now there is another thing that tastes like a rotten date soaked in salt water.

"I said, I have an inside line in the mage area." The warlock raised his eyebrows proudly: "I don't want to hide it. I used to do things for the Burning Legion. During this period, I helped many warlocks in the city to communicate with the void, so that they could obtain the power they wanted in the most direct way."

"They have to repay me."

"The Burning Legion, um..." Dahl nodded: "I'm not surprised at all."

"Then how much do you know about the warlocks in Stormwind City, how many organizations do you know, and how much influence do these organizations have?"

Dahl was very interested in these things, after all, it involved the safety of the Presto family in the kingdom. Mosul just said that he had noticed the power of shadow on himself and Onyxia, which made him feel how potential threat the warlocks in the city would be.

"To be honest, I only know people and are not familiar with groups. I don't want to get involved with some underground organizations in the city, which is not good for me, let alone some of them are crazy and deeper than me."

Speaking of this, Mosul felt a little bit inferior to him.

"It is said that some people are willing to go to the Storm Altar to personally talk to the demons summoned by the orcs, and for this reason they do not hesitate to dedicate their souls to the twisted void."

The Storm Altar is an isolated summoning ceremony site built by the Horde near Black Rock Mountain after crossing the Dark Gate. The magic net energy here is enough to provide a channel to open up the twisted void and the real plane.

Gul'dan and his warlock group communicate here with the real mastermind behind the invasion of Azeroth, the demon kings of the Burning Legion. After the tribe's failure, this place became a holy place for Azeroth's mortal warlocks.

"If I hadn't met you, I might have considered doing this," Mosul emphasized.

Dahl didn't care much about the warlock's plan for the future, so he pulled the topic back: "I'm very curious about those letters. Is there anything interesting in addition to my narrative?"

"It's all about you, Dahl." Mosul laughed: "She really pays attention to your movements, regardless of body shape or color, and she will argue with those mages about your abilities."

"Some mages think that you have mastered the magic of time. Is this true or false?"

"Fake."

"It's really okay. The discussions that appeared in the saint of the wizard were fantastic."

"I can't intercept all the letters, so some details may not be clear. The warlock friend I know is not omnipotent. Regarding that red dragon, these are basically the things."

"I'm already very grateful. By the way, when it comes to warlocks, you can do me a little favor." Dahl said: "Go to be a tutor."

"Tutor?" Mosul couldn't understand: "Does the people in the Presto family want to raise their children into ghosts?"

"It has nothing to do with the Presto family. I know a girl who wants to be a warlock. She has a deep connection with some shadow groups in Stormwind City because of her family. She promised me that as long as I find someone to teach her shadow magic, she will provide me with the warlocks."

"At present, the Presto family is very worried that there will be warlocks like you who can detect the shadow energy in our tribe's body to inform the MI7th and even the king himself."

"She is Garryan Iro, and she lives in a tailor shop by the canal, the tailor shop of the Airo."

"I don't think I have any other choice," Mosul thought for a while: "I know that girl is very beautiful. I have some impression that I will go and see it in a few days. I hope you still remember your promise to me. After all this is over, I hope that everything I have taken and everything I have paid for will be rewarded."

At present, Mosul is willing to do things for Dahl. The premise is that he thinks Dahl can help him contact Saratas, the mysterious ancient man. Dahl naturally understands this, and at this point, it is difficult to find other reasons to drag it on.

"Of course. Next time you go back to Black Rock Mountain, you will get a chance to talk to it. Just help me maintain the Presto family's existence in Stormwind City."

"This is another requirement." The warlock frowned, but since the other party had made a promise, the additional requirement seemed not so excessive.

Afterwards, Mosul explained some knowledge that needs to be learned about the sanctuary of the sanctuary, about the composition structure of the sanctuary, some important members of the sanctuary, as well as an institution next to the canal, which combines library and educational functions, so that Dahl can get familiar with it in advance before going in to study, so that he will not be in a hurry.

When leaving Mosul's residence, a cool breeze blew over the aroma of barbecue and wine from unknown pubs around him, and the smell reminded Dahl of the past.

But what brings this sense of time travel is more of the tension about entering school soon. Even if he is a dragon now, even if he is studying, he has to learn something quite interesting like magic or monster knowledge. He also has an anxiety that was about to pass the holidays as a human being.

He understood that even if he had completely become a colorful dragon, his experience as a human has been deeply engraved into his soul.
Chapter completed!