Mihatesiweizi looked at Robbie with trepidation.
"You want to turn me into Undead? I absolutely refuse. Death is just a bitter cup to me. I'm willing to drink its sweetness and fragrance, and wave goodbye to its stench and decay."
Robbie calmly advised, "Do you intend to reject the withered flowers of the Undead? Do you intend to reject the yearning for power? The eternal and immortal Undead are the ultimate beauty in the world."
"No, no, no, you can't convince me." Mihatesiweizi's attitude was extremely firm. "I will never make the same mistake as Galakrond."
"Okay, I understand." Robbie stepped forward, a dense Power of Death appearing in his palm. "Actually, I was just informing you, I didn't intend to discuss it with you."
Mihatesiweizi screamed in terror, "You can't do this to me, Korialstrasz, help me!"
Dragonkin hate the Undead, especially the Red Dragonflight who wield the power of life.
Krasus blocked Mihatesiweizi's path, looking uneasily at the Power of Death in Robbie's palm.
"Where did you get this Power of Death from?"
"There's nothing that gold coins can't buy," Robbie explained simply.
Krasus stared intently at the dark aura. "I know some people use the Power of Death to survive, like Archmage Meryl Winterstorm, and some Trolls secretly study the Power of Death, trying to resurrect their ancestors, but I've never seen such pure Power of Death. Although I hate him, I can't just watch him become Undead."
Robbie stopped and asked, "Don't you want to save your queen? This is the only way to get the truth out of you."
"My Queen."
Krasus hesitated, his gaze shifting uncertainly.
Upon seeing this, Mihatesiweizi broke down in tears, crying, "Korialstrasz, you can't do this! I know you love the Queen. I'll tell you everything!"
Robbie withdrew his Power of Death: "That's right, tell me everything you know."
Mihatesiweizi glared angrily at Robbie and said listlessly:
"That day, the Queen left the Wyrmrest Temple without saying goodbye. I sensed something was amiss and secretly followed her. The Queen flew all the way to the top of the mountains in Grim Batol and slowly landed on the highest peak. I dared not approach and could only observe her from the furthest distance using magic."
"I heard the Queen arguing with someone, but she was alone on the mountaintop. After observing for a while, I noticed that the Queen was arguing with her own shadow. The shadow was baring its fangs and claws, tearing at the Queen like Demons. They were fighting on the mountaintop. I knew that my meager strength was of no use and would only make things worse, so I could only anxiously watch the battle from a distance."
"The result was naturally that the Queen won, and the Shadow uttered a vicious curse: You will never be able to transform back into your dragon form. So the Queen transformed into human form. The Shadow fled down the mountain, and the Queen did not pursue it. Later, I approached the Shadow to investigate, but the Shadow transformed into a rotting Queen, draining my life force and pinning me here to die."
Krasus frowned upon hearing this, wondering if the Ancient Evil from the Maw had been lurking in the Queen's shadow all along.
"You're lying," Robbie pointed out bluntly.
No, I didn't.
Robbie's palm once again emanated a dark, Power of Death, threatening, "It seems turning you into Undead is more reliable. You said you've been following the Red Dragon Queen all this way; with your strength, how could you not be discovered? You clearly know that Shadow and the Red Dragon Queen are evenly matched; would you dare to approach and investigate?"
Mihatesiweizi retorted defiantly, "I didn't lie, and I refuse to explain myself."
"Hmph, I know everything." Robbie smiled mysteriously, "How do you explain the countless Rotting Dragon Corpses hidden inside the mountain?"
Mihatesiweizi paused, then said sadly, "So you knew everything."
"What Rotting Dragon Corpse?" Krasus was still confused.
"Alright, I'll tell you the truth." Mihatesiweizi gave a wry smile. "There's a laboratory built inside this mountain. Her Majesty the Queen has been researching the Power of Death. The Dragon Corpse were all collected by the Queen. I'm the head of the laboratory."
"What did you say? Her Majesty the Queen is researching the Power of Death?" Krasus protested, about to argue, but Robbie pushed him aside.
Robbie nodded. "Continue."
"The matter is simple. That rotting dragon corpse was created by Her Majesty the Queen. I saw it with my own eyes. The Queen was imprisoned in human form by her and escaped using the Demon Soul. Unfortunately, I was drained of my life force and turned into a dried-up dragon. That monster then summoned Korialstrasz in the Queen's name, and I don't know what happened after that."
This time, Mihatesiweizi did not lie.
Thinking about it carefully, it was just an experimental accident. Robbie couldn't understand why the Red Dragon Queen cooperated with the Dragonmaw Clan and why she didn't gather her people to destroy the failed experiment.
What secret is hidden here?
Having confessed everything, Mihatesiweizi looked at him pleadingly. "Korialstrasz, help me."
Robbie turned and left, not wanting to offend the Dragonkin's dignity, so he didn't turn him into Undead.
After a long while, Krasus came to Robbie's side with a heavy heart.
"Is everything done?"
"Yes, I burned his Corpse with Flame."
Krasus said sadly.
"I felt so useless. As he was leaving, he told me that the Queen has many laboratories, and I knew absolutely nothing about them."
"Everyone has their own value," Robbie comforted her.
"My value lies in finding the truth." Krasus tilted his head in thought. "I can't understand what the rotting corpses have to do with the Ancient Evil of the Maw?"
Robbie tried to expand on the idea. "Have you ever wondered why the Red Dragon Queen would research the Power of Death?"
The Dragon King's life is almost infinite, so the Red Dragon Queen doesn't need to worry about what will happen after she dies.
It seems a bit illogical that they would risk researching the Power of Death when they clearly know that the Red Dragonflight hates it the most.
"Could it be that Ancient Evil, tempting or forcing the Queen to research the Power of Death?" Krasus thought of a possibility.
Robbie said seriously, "We can't interfere too much with history; we should try to be bystanders. All we can do now is observe and wait."
Alterac is a small country.
After the Second War ended, the King and nobles were purged by the Alliance, and the people lived in anxiety, like lambs to the slaughter.
Fortunately, Lord Prestor emerged out of nowhere, becoming the leader of the country with his outstanding personal charisma and powerful kingly aura.
The entire Alliance is facing a food shortage in order to feed the Orcs in the Internment Camps.
Not to mention Alterac, whose kingdom was destroyed and whose people had long been plundered by Terenas. For the sake of the Orcs, he would not care about the lives of his people.
Lord Prestor, as if by magic, produced a large amount of food, which calmed the people's hearts, and then organized an army to declare war on the Dragonmaw Clan entrenched in Grim Batol.
Zuluhed received the news and personally questioned the returning scouts.
"You saw that army with your own eyes?"
The scout said earnestly, "Warchief, I saw it with my own eyes. They have no armor, their weapons are wooden sticks, and they lack training. They are just a group of farmers."
Zuluhed smiled slightly and said, "Very well, Uther didn't lie to me. Hmph, even the Order of the Silver Hand are my prey, why would I be afraid of a bunch of farmers?"