Under the flickering of the drunken wind, Nefarian finally promised to be purified first. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Since the person in charge of purification this time is Onexia, Drunken Wind needs to tell the Black Dragon Queen the method of purification.

Onexia is not a warrior monk and cannot use Susu Baopu, but can only use the blank scroll of the traveling scholar to purify Nefarian with the help of Drunken Wind.

This blank scroll is an artifact that has been passed down from generation to generation by traveling scholars, and it can simulate a real illusion and allow the user to enter a wonderful dream. In dreams, everything is real, and how much you can experience depends on your understanding.

Unlike Drunken Wind, who can use a scroll by wearing it on his body, Onexia must open it with his own hands if he wants to use it. Onexia carefully opened the blank scroll and told Nefarian the story that Drunken Wind had told her.

There was not a word on the scroll, but as soon as Nefarian's eyes touched the scroll, he never left.

The Black Dragon Prince felt his soul leave his body and become a spectator. Time also seems to be passing quickly with Onexia's words.

"There is a black dragon who has lived in the shadow of his father since he was a child. He was not as powerful as his father, so he was eager to use his wits to make up for it - he was desperate to create a weapon, one that combined all the best of the dragons and obeyed only his orders. Finally, one day, he got his wish, and after wooing the blackstone orcs in the Blackstone Tower, he began his own research. ”

"The research didn't go well, and the test subjects died in large numbers. Therefore, he couldn't wait to capture a red dragon as his test material, and began to experiment even more boldly. ”

This time, he had finally achieved something, and he had created a powerful weapon of destruction—a powerful dragon made of the flesh and blood of different dragons, Clomagus. It can breathe fire, control time, master dreams, invoke arcane, and strip life. ”

He was immensely proud of his creation, but he was completely unaware that he was on the verge of disaster. The other dragons would not watch him wield such power, and those dragons gathered the power of the alliance and a large number of adventurers, who seemed to him to be nothing more than ants, and with their own desperate assault, they broke through his lair. ”

Nefarian saw his future clearly from the blank scroll, and countless armies swarmed in, well-trained and willing to die. Nefarian saw his proud wild magic solved by them with all sorts of incredible tricks, he saw one after another of his faithful men fall before him, he saw his creation fail, and finally, he saw his own death.

However, Onexia's words did not stop.

"The poor little black dragon didn't understand until he died, everything he did existed in his father's plan, and the person he wanted to get rid of the most was taking advantage of this, making him attract everyone's attention, and he could safely hide in the shadows."

The blank scroll showed Deathwing's grinning face, and Nefarian snapped, realizing that he didn't know when, and regained consciousness again.

Nefarian was lost in thought, a little incredulous—his subconscious had completely believed the story that appeared in the scroll.

"What the hell is going on? Who represents the gods of the ancients?! Nefarian frowned and looked at Onexia, "With this demagogic method, how do I feel that you are the minions of the ancient gods?" ”

Drunken Wind couldn't help but laugh when he heard Nefarian's story.

"Here, you take the scroll and try to see what the difference is between lying and telling the truth." Drunken Wind handed the scroll directly into Nefarian's hands, "Then you'll know if we're minions of the Elder Gods." ”

Nefarian opened the scroll suspiciously, stared at it as Onexia had just done, and began to speak.

"Once upon a time there was a black dragon prince, he was extremely handsome and powerful, but no one could understand his greatness."

The scrolls didn't respond. Drunken Wind and Onexia rolled their eyes - Nefarian was too narcissistic!

"Ahem." Nefarian coughed a little embarrassed and moved on to other stories, "In the War of the Ancients, the Guardian of the Earth deceived his allies by tricking the other four-colored dragons into creating an artifact to exorcise demons, and asking the other four dragons to join him in infusing the essence into the artifact. ”

"It's a pity that he himself is not infused with the power of the guardian of the earth, but with the soul of a demon. After the artifact was born, he laughed wildly, changed his name to Deathwing, and used the artifact to kill all sides. ”

As Nefarian narrates, Deathwing's figure and the scene where the Dragon's Soul (also known as the Demon Soul) was forged come to life.

Nefarian nodded.

The purified Nefarian seemed to have truly experienced death, which awakened his subconscious as a black dragon and guardian of the earth, and made him realize how cruel his experiments were.

Nefarian hastily gathered all his men together and demanded that they be purified.

In fact, there weren't many black dragons under Nefarian's command, most of them were dragonmen - a magical creation whose consciousness was entirely determined by their master.

The purification of the black dragon was surprisingly smooth, and under the drunken wind and simplicity, a small number of completely infected black dragons showed their prototypes and were quickly beaten, and most of the remaining black dragons got rid of the influence of the ancient gods.

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"Onexia, my sister." Nefarian knelt down on one knee in front of Onexia, "This is the last time I will call you sister, and from this moment on, you will be the Queen of the Black Dragons - we Black Dragons will swear allegiance to the death, dissociate ourselves from our depraved past, and fight the evil Deathwing to the end!" ”

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

In the roar of the black dragon, Onexia is officially crowned king!

"Very well, Black Dragon Warriors!" Onexia also reverted to dragon form, "The other dragons are already waiting for us at the edge of the wetlands, let's go and join them and rush towards Grimbaatar!" There, we'll face Deathwing and shatter the demon's soul! ”

Lao Chen had just helped Zuifeng bring back a large barrel of black iron spirits and returned to the upper floor of the Black Stone Tower, he was surprised to see a large number of black dragons spread their wings and fly, and the entire upper floor of the Black Stone Tower was almost wiped out.

"What the hell is going on?"