บท 85: Chapter 85 Divine Envoy

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He dismounted, his heart still racing. Damn that was scary, he nearly lost his 10 million dollar account.

This game is too stimulating, even more so than the casinos in Las Vegas.

Looking around, he realized he had run dozens of miles away, Dragon Roar Peak was nowhere to be seen, but the abandoned castle he passed earlier was faintly visible in the distance.

Mo Fei looked at the ruins of the castle and suddenly remembered, the Earl Davaal—could it be Earl Davaal Pristo?

He vaguely remembered there was a storyline in Warcraft where Deathwing disguised himself as Earl Davaal Pristo to carry out an evil scheme... But he wasn't clear on the specifics.

Could it be that Deathwing's madness was related to this?

Staring at the burnt remains of the castle, he sensed something was off. Wasn't he supposed to be disguised as Davaal Pristo? Now that Lord Pristo was dead and many people knew about it, how could he keep up the disguise?

Did something go wrong?