"Carl!"

After enjoying a sumptuous dragon dinner, Karl said goodbye to the Red Dragon Queen and went to his own accommodation. Clyostraz chased after him and stopped Carl.

"What, you don't want to throw in the towel?"

Carl stopped and looked at Clais Ostraz with a smile, the young red dragon didn't know if it was because he was depressed or what the reason was, he fought with Karl at the banquet, if Alexstrasza hadn't stopped it personally, Carl would have let Claiostraz know that the title of 'Wine Fairy' was not in vain.

Clay Ostraz shook her head.

"I'm not here to drink with you, Carl. You know, Crassus told me a lot about the war, but he seemed to have some grievances, more details than he could tell. ”

Clay Ostraz's golden eyes were fixed on Karl.

"I beg you to tell me if something ominous is about to happen to our dragons. Carl, I beg you from the bottom of my heart! ”

Karl stared at the pleading Claostraz, who had clearly been bothering the Red Dragon for a long time. The appearance of the dragon's soul made Clyostraz feel uneasy, perhaps it was destined in the dark, and the red dragon had a feeling that the dragon clan would face the greatest crisis since Galakron.

Claostraz is deeply loved by his own empress, and he is also deeply in love with the dragons who are like a family. In order to be able to save her race, Clyostraz is also willing to put down her body. Besides, the identity of Karl Star Emissary is much more respectable than that of the Red Dragon Queen's consort.

"Do you really want to know?" Karl grimaced, "I think Crassus has already told you that if you 'foresee' something and you try to change it, it may cause a cascade of reactions with even more terrible consequences - consequences you can't afford!" ”

"I know very well!"

"He once told me about the principle that the timeline cannot be destroyed. ”

Carl looked very embarrassed.

It wasn't until Clay Ostraz was about to burst into flames that Karl looked up at the red dragon.

"I think you should have sensed the power of the Dragon's Soul, and it is an undeniably powerful artifact for any enemy. But ......"

"But it's the same for us dragons!" Cleostraz continued, "The Guardian of the Earth is the most powerful of the guardian dragons, and no one can take the artifact from his hands and use it against us dragons. ”

Carl shook his head, and had to admit that the dragon army was still very united at this time.

"What if the person who created it had some purpose?"

Cleo Ostraz's eyes widened for a moment.

"It can't !!"

"How could the Guardian of the Earth possibly deal with his own people! It's absolutely impossible. Carl, I know that the Black Dragons imprisoned you because of Onexia, but they didn't hurt you, did they? ”

"Am I that stingy?"

Cleostraz was silent, causing Karl to roll his eyes widely.

"Well, I'll admit that I do get a little grumpy sometimes. But I'm not telling you anything, I'm not that boring. Karl shrugged, "Everyone knows that the Black Dragon King, who is the guardian of the earth, is the most powerful of the guardian dragons, but have you ever carefully observed the nearest Nesario?" Don't you notice that Nesario has become different now? ”

Clais Ostraz looked at Karl's unevasive serious eyes, finally calmed down, and seriously pondered Carl's words. The red dragon carefully recalled the movements of the Earth Guardian he had seen recently, and then his golden eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"What does he want to do?!"

"Who knows? Maybe it's because of the madness of the brain, or maybe it's because you've been tempted by some evil old god, and it's not necessarily because you want to dominate Azeroth. ”

"I'm not going to let him get away with it!" The red dragon gritted his teeth, forgetting that he had just sworn to abide by the principle of not destroying the timeline.

"Whatever you want!" Karl spread his hands, "I've told you what you want to know, and I have no right to interfere with how you choose." So be it, think it through yourself. ”

With that, ignoring the still angry worries of Clyostraz, he turned around and walked towards his residence.

What Clais Ostraz didn't see was an evil smile on the corner of Karl's mouth......

The Endless Void

The endless void is his prison.

For him, the pain of death was unbearable. His body was subjected to multiple harsh blows at the same time, each of which tortured him to death until he was finally destroyed. He is like a man who has been pursued for many years, and has learned to be numb to forget.

And the experience that followed was nothing worse than the torment of death.

He had no body, no flesh, nothing, not even a soul. He knew that his existence was due to the magnanimity of another man, and that the pain he had endured was also the man's punishment for him. It was a great sin that he had let him down.

Nothing can be heard, nothing can be seen, nothing can be felt, only pain. How long will this state last—days, weeks, months, years, centuries...... Or is it just a few hell of minutes? If it was the last one, then his suffering now really cannot be explained.

After a while, without warning, the pain disappeared. If he had a mouth, he would cry out his pleasure and ecstasy. He had never been so grateful.

But then he began to wonder if this tolerance he had endured was only a harbinger of another, more terrible torment.

I have decided to redeem you......

The voice of the Creator brought him hope and fear at the same time. He wanted to bow and prostrate on the ground, but he had no physical body—he couldn't make any gestures of awe.

I've found a home for you. I have seen the evil in your heart, and that is what satisfied me in the past. I'm going to make it your best part of you, and you're better than you've been before, so that you'll be loyal to me......

This super gift made him grateful to Dade, but he still couldn't express it.

Your body will have to be transformed, but in order for others to remember the rewards and punishments I have given you, I will retain some of your former distinguishing features......

He felt a surge of energy shake him, making a crackling sound. Suddenly, small dots of entities flew towards the center of the energy storm, slowly gathering together, gathering denser and denser, so that he had a material entity again. These dots are the remains of his death, and his soul, the Word, taken by his master.

Gradually, a general form formed around him. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. Darkness surrounded him, but he knew that darkness was a sign that his vision had returned.

When he was able to actually see for the first time after he died, he noticed that his limbs were already different from their previous ones. His legs were bent back at his knees, and the soles of his feet turned into cracked hooves in the middle. Like the legs, the arms and palms were deformed, covered with thick hair, the fingers were longer than before, and claws were born.

He felt his face distorted, with two horns sticking out of his forehead. Now he resembles nothing like his former flesh, so he doubts that others will recognize him.

He reached out and touched his eyes tremblingly—and realized that this was the "distinguishing feature." He felt that the power in his eyes was increasing every second, and his vision was constantly increasing. Now he could discern every magical force that made up his body, and how his master had used his invisible hand to transform his form, making him stronger than ever.

He watched his master's workmanship, admiring and admiring it, and watched himself become his master's first new servant, which would be the envy of all who served him.

His processed eyes were made up of black crystals with a few red streaks in between, and he used them to gaze at everything around him.

Those who had known each other would remember his name with these eyes - and feel fear that they had never felt before.

Feeling the power he had never felt before, he could no longer be excited in his heart.

Incomparable power, the power I've been waiting for for a long time - finally, finally achieved!! Now, face the wrath of Harvis, the reborn king of Sartre!! (To be continued.) )