"I'm not crazy..." The mage reminded himself: "My name is Morgans, a citizen of the Storm Kingdom, or a citizen of the Storm Kingdom, who served in the sanctuary of the Kingdom's wizards, Andomas, Edwin van Cliff, Kel Thujad...Antonidas, Anduin Wrynn, Gakoin..."

He began to chant the names he was familiar with to find his reason. After saying more than twenty names in a row, he sighed: "The tonic potion still has its effect, and I have not lost my reason."

The mage was sweating profusely and leaned against the wall. The idea that he might be crazy made him very scared.

There is no doubt that his magical control over the werewolf was not as reliable as he thought at first, and he had to find the reason... and try to capture the young dragon again. Otherwise, his purpose would be revealed sooner or later, and there would be no way out.

Thinking of this, he patted his forehead hard. He shouldn't have told the orc what he wanted to do for a while. The dominance of the werewolf army allowed such a scholar who had been studying knowledge in the academy since he was young to taste power that he had never experienced before. For a while, he almost lost all his reason.

Now is the time to regain rationality.

Morgans pulled out a record entry on the bookshelf and looked through the names of people.

"Lothalen..."

"Lothalen..."

"Tarenmere...no..."

“This one doesn’t work either.”
Chapter completed!