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Ragnaros felt uncomfortable in his heart when he noticed the indifferent eyes of everyone.
He thought he was the smartest and most powerful among Black Dragon since he was a child.
As a result, he now realizes how ridiculous and fragile the "legitimate prince" identity he has always relied on is in the face of real power, authority and reality.
He tried his best to kidnap him, but in the end he ended up like this. Even the "inheritance" he might have obtained seemed to be flying away----
The huge loss, grievance and fear came to his heart, and he could no longer control it. Like a child, he buried his head and cried, his shoulders twitching, looking extremely miserable.
Deren glanced at Zhong Erlong who was crying heartbrokenly. He felt completely unmoved and even felt a little noisy. He made up his mind to stay away from such a paranoid and unclear guy in the future.
He also didn't think about it. Onyxia, who is also the heir of Deathwing, could plan to kill his father. Isn't it easy to deal with his "younger brother"? He actually dared to anger the elder Princess. It was really too long to live.
"Okay, let's put the Ragnaros matter aside for now." Alexstrasza saw that Onyxia was almost done venting, and finally spoke up, bringing everyone's attention back to the topic.
She cast her gaze toward the corridor deeper in the cave hall. It was illuminated by pale lights and became darker and darker, as if it contained countless secrets.
Alexstrasza said in a solemn tone, "Now, let us see, Neltharion----what exactly is left here. Those----"heritage" that he deliberately concealed and may even be full of sins."
She took the first step and walked towards the darkness.
Onyxia snorted coldly, glared at Ragnaros in warning, and then followed Deren closely, never leaving, his eyes still scanning Ragnaros and Ebyssian warily.
Ragnaros was so scared that he shrank his neck and wiped his tears. As a result, he rubbed the wound on his face and grimaced in pain.
Looking at Onyxia's back, and then looking at Deren's group of people who seemed to be still curious about "heritage", in the end I couldn't hold back the curiosity and reluctance that penetrated my bones.
He muttered in a low voice, "Okay, okay----he's here anyway----you have to see what treasure the old man has hidden----"
"Whatever you want." Onyxia said without looking back, a cold voice came, "But remember, I will keep an eye on you. It's best not to use any crooked ideas, otherwise ---- the education of love from the eldest sister will definitely make you "unforgettable in your life."
When Ragnaros heard this, he shrunk his neck and subconsciously leaned closer to the tall Ebyssian next to him, as if Tauren's strong body could bring him an illusory sense of security.
The group of people walked deep along the wide but cold corridor. Alexstrasza walked at the front, her life perception and magic induction were fully activated, and she carefully explored every energy fluctuation and trace of life around her.
After walking for a while, she suddenly stopped, a trace of surprise flashed in her molten golden eyes. "Huh? The air here is...
There is still a very faint Arcane imprint belonging to Malygos? Although it has almost dissipated, the unique "Spellweaver" breath is unmistakable."
She frowned and whispered to herself, "Could it be that----Malygos has been here before? No----he should know nothing about these secret experiments of Neltharion----could he also be hiding something from us?"
She shook her head, as if to dispel this disturbing speculation, "Neltharion----You are so cunning and good at disguising. You are full of lies and concealment----"
Red Dragon Queen As he moved forward, he was immersed in the recollection of the past and the entanglement of Neltharion's complex emotions.
King Black Dragon, who was in his prime at that time, had a close relationship with her and Ysera.
Her face was sometimes confused, sometimes sad, and sometimes angry. When Neltharion became Deathwing, it broke her heart.
Onyxia always maintained a high degree of vigilance, half of his mind was on Deren, and the other half was firmly locked on Ragnaros, who was following closely behind.
Her unabashed surveillance gaze made Black Dragon feel uncomfortable all over. He had to walk closer to Ebyssian, trying to block the cold sight with Tauren's broad back.
This kind of closeness, which is almost "dependent", makes Ragnaros himself feel a little baffled.
It was obviously the first time that he met this "Tauren Black Dragon", but subconsciously he felt that the other person had an inexplicable sense of familiarity and reliability?
In order to cover up this embarrassment and lack of words, he took the initiative to approach Ebyssian, lowered his voice and asked, "Hey, big man, I want to ask you something - what do you think, insisting on transforming into the appearance of Tauren? Black Dragon's form is so powerful and domineering!"
Ebyssian glanced down at him, with no expression on his face, and replied angrily, "I was raised by Tauren Huln Gaoling and lived in Highmountain. For me, Tauren's form is my most natural and familiar look. What's so strange about this?"
"Wow hahaha!" Ragnaros seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous, and immediately covered his stomach.
As a result, he accidentally touched the place where he was beaten and hissed in pain. He gasped twice, and then he laughed again, "Raised by Tauren? Hahaha! Are you a grass-eater or a meat-eater? Are you really chewing moss and bushes? Hahaha! A grass-eating Black Dragon! It makes me laugh!"
Ebyssian turned his head and looked at Ragnaros, who was laughing with his calm bull's eyes, and his smile was distorted due to the injury, and said in a deep voice, "Little Black Dragon, this is not funny. Most of Tauren are vegetarians, and our diet is mainly based on grains, fruits and vegetables."
"Pfft!" Ragnaros laughed even harder, almost bursting into tears, "You actually said "we Tauren"!
Hahaha! You! Do you really think of yourself as a cow?! Come on! You are the noble Black Dragon! You are the Dragon that soars in the sky and controls the earth! You are actually willing to mix in the herd of grazing cows?! Hahahaha!"
Ebyssian looked at Ragnaros who was smiling almost breathlessly, and just sighed deeply and helplessly, ignored him, took heavy steps, quickened his pace, and distanced himself from this "childish brother".
For him, identifying himself as an ordinary tauren soul walker on the High Mountains who believed in Mother Earth gave him much more peace of mind and peace of mind than admitting that he was a descendant of the crazy world-destroyer Deathwing.
Ragnaros laughed alone for a while and found that the other party was completely indifferent. Even Onyxia and the others glanced at him as if they were fools, feeling bored.
He shut his mouth and quickly followed the team.