The man and the dragon continued their journey through the Ruby Sanctum.
Everything that happened inside the Ruby Sanctum was projected into the Shadowlands of Ny'alotha, making it clear what was inside and what everyone was doing.
Countless laboratories have been built here. Dragonspawn carry Dragon Eggs around, conducting all sorts of dangerous experiments, while Adult Red Dragons in human form record the events.
A newborn Whelps, before it has even learned to fly, is forced to undergo a baptism of various energies, struggling desperately.
Krasus shook his head as he looked on.
"I remember when Deathwing's eldest son, Nefarian, was conducting experiments in Blackrock Spire, the Queen sent people to suppress him several times, claiming it was cruel and immoral to the Dragonkin, forcing Nefarian to destroy the laboratory. I never imagined that something like this would happen right beneath the Wyrmrest Temple."
Robbie's expression was indifferent, recalling that the Scourge had also conducted similar experiments.
The experiment itself is not wrong; the key is to examine what was done during the experiment and whether it demonstrated sufficient respect for life.
The experiments within the Ruby Sanctum were extremely cruel; these newborn Whelps were treated like lab rats.
Robbie noticed some Dragon Eggs containing unusual energy that did not belong to any of the Five Dragonflights races.
"The Chromatic Dragon's Dragon Eggs."
Chromatic Dragons can use the special abilities of the Five Dragonflights. Nefarian Black Dragon Prince, once created many Chromatic Dragons, but unfortunately, none of them were perfect.
To my surprise, a perfect, Chromatic Dragon was discovered in the Ruby Sanctum.
Robbie sighed. There were over a thousand Chromatic Dragon. If they all hatched, how could the Five Dragonflights possibly survive?
After passing through the testing area and descending the spiral staircase, a huge warehouse was built below.
This is a treasure trove, filled with all kinds of treasures. It is said that Dragons have a natural love for treasures, and the Red Dragon Queen is no exception.
The treasures of all kinds are piled up like mountains, many of them from ancient civilizations that have long been lost. Any one of them is enough to cause a sensation.
"So many treasures, I wish I could sleep here forever," Krasus murmured, drooling.
Beneath the treasure vault was a massive prison.
Just as the Red Dragon Queen had said, a small number of Twilight Dragons, Void Dragons, and Chromatic Dragons were imprisoned here. They were bound by magical chains, barely clinging to life.
Besides Dragonkin, there are also a large number of insectoids, Elemental, Dwarves, humans, and so on.
Strictly speaking, this is not a prison; it holds experimental subjects.
From ancient Titan-forged to the Ethereal of the Consortium, from weak Kobolds to the Demons Lords of the Burning Legion, it encompasses almost everything.
Robbie noticed that many creatures had already gone extinct outside.
"Her Majesty the Queen has such a grand gesture," Krasus exclaimed in amazement.
Robbie frowned and said, "This is probably not the Red Dragon Queen's style; it must be the work of Ancient Evil from the Maw."
Although the Ancient Evil no longer controls the Red Dragon Queen, the laboratory and prison are still maintained in an orderly manner, proving that the Queen has never given up.
Delving deeper, past numerous restrictions, and entering an even deeper level of the prison, Krasus witnessed an astonishing scene.
"My God, they're still alive."
Krasus saw several Blue Dragonflight imprisoned in a cell and called out their names as if he knew them by heart.
"I have no idea how many lies the Queen has told. Do you know that they were my friends and comrades-in-arms? Some were said to have died in the War of the Shifting Sands, others were said to have been captured by the Burning Legion, and still others were eaten by Thrall. I never imagined they would be imprisoned here."
Robbie carefully observed the Dragons; their chests rose and fell slightly, their breathing was normal, but their eyes were vacant.
By carefully examining their heads, even though it was just a projection, Robbie still noticed something.
"Although their organs are still alive, their brains are dead, their souls have left their bodies, and all the Red Dragon Queen wants is their bloodline."
"How could this be? What kind of Demons am I facing?" Krasus felt a chill run down his spine.
In the adjacent cell, Krasus spotted many familiar figures.
There are Green Dragonflight, Bronze Dragonflight, Red Dragons, Black Dragons, and all Five Dragonflights. I can name many of them.
Some have existed for an unknown number of years, imprisoned here before the Sundering.
Like those Blue Dragonflight, they are in a state of brain death.
"It seems that we Five Dragonflights are indeed the experiments of Ancient Evil." Krasus gave a bitter smile.
That's not all. The deeper you go, the more heavily guarded it becomes, but thankfully you can move freely in the world of Ny'alotha.
Below lies a Freeze world, with terrifyingly low temperatures. Countless Dragons are frozen within the thick Frost.
Some of the Dragons were badly damaged, but most were well-preserved. In addition to the Five Dragonflights, there were also some Dragonkin that had long been extinct.
Orange Dragon, cyan Dragon, purple Dragon, white Dragon.
"These are the Dragons from the era of Galakrond, the Proto-Dragon." Krasus was overwhelmed and dazzled.
"And their Dragon Eggs." Robbie pointed to a huge, solid ice mound beside them, filled with all sorts of Dragon Eggs.
"If the Red Dragon Queen wishes, she can allow these four races to return at any time."
Krasus's face grew increasingly grim, and his steps became heavier.
The next level was also a cold world. Krasus was thankful that he was in the Shadowlands of Ny'alotha; if he were in the real world, he would probably have been frozen to death long ago.
The enormous block of ice was spotless, freezing all the strange creations within it: two-headed dragons, three-headed dragons, and all the way to the five-headed Chromatus.
Some have the heads of Dragonkin, while the bodies are those of Pit Lords, whale sharks, Elemental Lords, and all sorts of other strange creations.
"A truly amazing experimental result!" Robbie exclaimed. "Chromatus didn't appear out of thin air; there were already successful precedents."
"Alas, the dignity of our Dragonkin is trampled on so casually."
Krasus was filled with bitterness; if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he have known the darkness hidden within?
The man and the dragon finally reached the lowest level of the Ruby Sanctum.
Below is Abyss with no bottom in sight, and no one knows where it leads.
Hundreds of magical chains hung on either side of the Abyss, binding the two enormous creatures.
A huge, deep red heart, covered with crystals, was still beating slightly.
One was a grayish-white brain, crisscrossed with grooves and wrinkles, covered with tiny eye stalks, constantly observing its surroundings.
Mist rises from the depths of the Abyss; it is pure Shadow Energy.
"Why do I have this feeling of familiarity?" Krasus observed the heart and brain through the projection.
Robbie examined it carefully for a while. "The heart and brain belong to the Dragonkin, and belong to a gigantic Dragon."
"Could it be Galakrond, the Proto-Dragon?" Krasus exclaimed. "Is he still alive?"
Robbie shook his head. "Like the dragons you've seen, although their organs are still alive, they have no soul inside. It should be the key to the resurrection of Ancient Evil."
Krasus plopped down on the ground and said sadly:
"The nine-colored Dragon and its Dragon Eggs are already in place. Galakrond's skeleton, brain, and heart are also ready. Once the Holy Dragon succeeds, who can stop the birth of the ultimate dragon of ten colors? Knowing all this, what can I do?"
Robbie's eyes lit up. "I have a plan."