When the group stepped deeper into the cave and the huge hall suddenly opened up, they were slightly stunned.
Unexpectedly, the core area of this laboratory, which has been dusty for thousands of years, is not completely dark.
Many of the ancient magic lamps embedded in the rock walls and domes have been relit.
It emits a steady and slightly pale light, illuminating this space filled with cold rock creations.
There are many experimental tables in the center of the hall, with uncomfortable things placed on them.
There are strange bones, which seem to be the body of a dragon, spliced together with some other races with slender limbs.
There are sharp tools that still shine with awe-inspiring light after thousands of years.
What caught everyone's attention the most was the rather "miserable" scene:
Not long ago, Deren, who was arrogant and kidnapped, and then beaten away by Raszageth, Black Dragon Ragnaros, was lying on his back on the cold floor in a state of embarrassment, covering half of his face, and letting out a slight groan of pain.
Not far from him, stood an unusually tall and burly man——Tauren?
The Tauren was holding a rough totem pole with both hands and was watching vigilantly the Deren group who filed in from the entrance.
people.
Alexstrasza's eyes were first attracted by the familiar figure on the ground. Although it was in human form with a bruised nose and face, the feeling that came from the blood of Dragon Race was unmistakable!
Her golden dragon eyes suddenly shrank, and she lost her voice. "It's you! The child Ragnaros who disappeared from the Dragonblight Temple incubator?"
She instantly recognized that the dark-skinned young man on the ground was the baby dragon hatched from the Black Dragon egg that she brought back from the human world but mysteriously disappeared!
Immediately afterwards, her perception swept across the tall figure that looked like Tauren.
A dragon essence that is older, more restrained, but of the same origin, even with a hint of familiarity that makes her heart palpitate, belonging to the aura of Neltharion, is clearly captured by her sensitivity!
"And you----" Alexstrasza turned to Tauren, his face full of shock and confusion, "Who are you? Why is the blood of Neltharion also flowing in your body?"
She took a step forward, and the majesty belonging to the leader Red Dragon Queen, Life-Binder, and Dragon Race naturally exuded. Her eyes stared at that Tauren, and her voice carried Undoubted majesty. "I am Queen from Alexstrasza, Life-Binder, Red Dragon Queen, Dragon Race. Tell me who you are and why you are here."
The implication is that I will give you the opportunity to be honest and don't play tricks in front of me.
Tauren seems to be intimidated by Alexstrasza's majesty, or in other words, his own temperament tends to be calm and reserved.
He lowered his head slightly and answered honestly in a Common Tongue tone that was not consistent with his burly figure and with the unique rich accent of Tauren: "Dear Your Majesty Red Dragon Queen. My name is Ebyssian, Tauren from Highmountain, and I am an Spiritwalker. I came here - to find the truth."
"I want to see with my own eyes what my nominal father "Deathwing" was hiding here and what kind of conspiracy he was carrying out. I don't want any other compatriots with similar blood to go astray and repeat the same mistakes because they have illusions about his legacy."
His words were plain, even with a hint of Tauren's unique naivety, but he clearly stated his position:
He regards Deathwing as a "conspirator" and a "source of danger", and the purpose of this trip is to "debunk" rather than "inherit".
"You're talking nonsense! He doesn't deserve to call himself Black Dragon Prince! I! Ragnaros! I am the only orthodox and purest successor of Deathwing! I am the future Aspect of Earth!"
Ragnaros, who was lying on the ground, immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on when he heard Ebyssian announcing his home address and saying "I'm here to expose the conspiracy."
He ignored the pain on his cheek, pointed at Ebyssian and shouted loudly, trying hard to maintain his fragile "legitimacy" and "princely" dignity.
Hearing this, Alexstrasza immediately turned his stern eyes to this careless "naughty child": "And you, Ragnaros!" Her voice was full of suppressed anger and fear, "How dare you secretly escape from Dragonblight Temple's incubation room! Do you know how long I have been looking for you, and how worried I am that you will be in danger when you are just born, and be deceived and used by people with ill intentions?!"
The more she talked, the angrier she became, "What about you?! What did you do?! Kidnap Deren?! Drag him into such a dangerous place! I will settle this debt with you slowly when I get back!"
Ragnaros was so scolded by Red Dragon Queen that he shrank his neck, but before he could quibble, a voice sounded that made his spine shiver.
"We'll settle it when we get back? No, there are some accounts that need to be settled now."
Onyxia walked forward from the shadow of the cave, her face now covered with a layer of frost, and her eyes filled with cold anger.
She slowly clenched her hands into fists, her knuckles making a tooth-piercing "squeaking" sound, and the corners of her mouth curved into a cruel, cruel smile. Step by step, like a female leopard eyeing her prey, she approached Ragnaros.
"We Black Dragon siblings" have a lot of "intimate words" to talk about, my "dear" brother."
She specially emphasized the words "sibling" and "younger brother", and every word seemed to be fished out of the ice cellar.
Ragnaros was frightened by the undisguised terrifying murderous intention emanating from her body, and hurriedly backed away, pressing her back against the cold
On the rock wall, there was no way out. He shouted in a fierce voice, "Oh, Onyxia! You can't do this to me! I am Black Dragon Prince! I am the heir of Neltharion! I am the candidate for the next Aspect of Earth! You----you can't hit me! Otherwise, it will be disrespectful to the future leader of the Black Dragon Legion!"
"Black Dragon Prince? Aspect of Earth? I can't hit you?" Onyxia seemed to have heard a big joke. She stopped in front of Ragnaros and looked down condescendingly at this "brother" whose head was half weighed down by her own momentum.
The coldness in his eyes almost froze him, "I will let you know today what elder sister is like mother" and what "education of love" means!"
Before she finished speaking, she struck out like lightning! She punched Ragnaros hard on the other half of her face that was intact!
"Bang!"
Ragnaros didn't even see clearly where the fist came from, his vision went dark, the world was spinning, and he fell heavily to the ground again.
Now it's better, both cheeks are swollen, showing a funny and tragic "symmetry".
"Ouch! Stop----stop fighting! Sister! I was wrong! I was so wrong!" Ragnaros was completely frightened.
The dignity of a prince and the dream of a guardian are all worth mentioning in front of the iron fist of sister Black Dragon and more iron fists to come.
He very consciously began to beg for mercy, his voice filled with tears.