"This hammer is powerful, and if I'm not mistaken, the aura left on it belongs to the Titan, and it's strong enough to be the same as the power of the black dragon, and it makes me feel a little terrified - but I still can't believe that I can defeat my father with this hammer. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info "Although Onexia was surprised that Drunken Wind was able to pull out such a hammer, she was still not optimistic about his idea.

"No, no, no, you don't seem to know the origin of this hammer, its name is the hammer of Kazgros, it is the hammer used by the Titans Kazgros to create this world, I managed to get it, and most importantly, one of the chieftains of the Minotaur once used this hammer to banish Deathwing."

"No, it can't be! A minotaur? Even if Huon Kaolin, a legendary warrior of the Battle of the Ancients, picked up the Dragon's Soul, he would not be able to banish my father! ”

"I'm sorry, but the minotaur who actually banished Deathwing is none other than Huon Kaolin, and there are some twists and turns in this story, involving an experience of mine, which I will tell you about later, but please believe that I can stop Deathwing, and that's enough."

"I still can't believe you, just as you can't trust me right now." Onexia was obviously not so easily persuaded, and she rolled her eyes and talked about the problem from a different angle.

"Are you hungry?" Drunken Wind suddenly changed the subject.

"What?" Onexia was confused.

"I'll give you something to eat!"

Regardless of the fact that Onexia was still tightly tied with bamboo branches, Drunken Feng took out a large number of ingredients and spices from the space bag, and began to cook noodles on the small stove in the middle of the tent.

"I'll tell you a story!"

"Once upon a time there was a group of black dragons who guarded the earth carefree and listened to the sound of the earth every day. Their leader, the Black Dragon King, is a taciturn but strong and reliable fellow, and he is friendly with the blue dragons who like to use magic, especially the Blue Dragon King, and they have a good relationship. As Drunken Wind narrates, the water vapor rising from the boiling noodles takes the shape of several dragons, ready to fly.

"The happy Black Dragon King has a pair of children, and he looks forward to his children growing up." Two young dragons burst out of their shells in the smoke. Later, whispers continued to come from the depths of the earth he guarded, and after he listened carefully, he was deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate himself. In a catastrophe that shattered the earth, he frantically betrayed his friends and even killed many descendants of the Blue Dragon, and his best friend was unbelievable and never recovered. "Around a primordial disk, a dragon of smoke is fighting desperately.

Then he got more and more crazy. Although the last battle made it impossible for him to access the artifact he had deceived his allies, he used the invasion of an alien race to lead the invaders to find the artifact, and in doing so, he took control of his former colleague Red Dragon. In the mist, a dragon wailed under the disk.

"Now, those two former dragons are now adult dragons, and they have gone to the two strongest races in this land to exert their influence." The smoke clearly showed Onexia in the form of a dragon, and Onexia next to her was very surprised, she was sure that Drunken Wind had not seen herself when she turned into a dragon!

"My daughter's plan was so successful that she almost toyed with humanity, but it didn't last long, and a valiant general revealed her identity, and she had no choice but to flee back to her lair, only to be raided by the angry army." The smoke suddenly faded, and the shape of the dragon became very blurred.

But that's not the end! She was later cobbled together from scratch by her older brother, who loved experimentation, and was able to move through electrical stimulation, but was killed again. The smoke gathered again, and an abominable black dragon appeared, and this time the vapor of Onexia was no longer beautiful, but extremely distorted.

"Now, fate has taken a new turn, and a new crossroads has appeared in front of this beautiful princess, I wonder how she will choose this time?" Onexia was completely immersed in the aria tone of the drunken wanderer, and she was lost in thinking about her future choices—she had to admit that she had already believed in the pandaren prophet in front of her, and yes, drunken wind was already a prophet in Onexia's eyes.

Finally, when the black dragon princess came to her senses, the drunken wind had already handed over the cooked noodles, and the shackles on Onexia's body had been untied at some point.

"Now, honorable Black Dragon Princess, look into the depths of your own heart."

Onexia didn't run away and didn't want to. After believing in Drunkenwind's "prophecy", Onexia now only wants to escape her fate of dying and dying. She took the drunken noodles and fork and took a small bite.

The noodles are very light, but Zuifeng actually adds a lot of salt to the noodles, and then adds a lot of cemetery moss to hide the saltiness of the noodles, and Onicia, who has completely fallen into the trap, eats the bland noodles but gets hungrier and hungrier.

"Maybe this most ordinary life has been lived, and it is my destiny to accompany the earth!" Onexia seemed to have come to her senses, "Panda Man, can you tell me what the outcome would be if I didn't make such a choice?" ”

"The Black Dragon Legion has been wiped out, and the other four-colored dragons can only purify one dragon egg with all their might, and this brother of yours will be the last black dragon!"

The Black Dragon Princess finally made up her mind and promised to join the camp of Drunken Wind and purify her father who had fallen into madness.

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Anduin Lothar, who had been waiting for a long time, watched in amazement as Count Katrana Spruitt walked out of the tent with his drunken arm, and this combination of beauty and beast broke the jaws of the young men who were waiting outside the tent, and they could hardly accept that their goddess was holding the arm of a "dead fat man" ("This is a muscle!"). Not fatty! Drunken Wind clearly heard the sound of a heartbreak.

Of course, there are also some young men who originally liked the "earl" frowned, and the relationship between Drunken Wind and Lothar is well known, does this mean that the core of the aristocracy has rebelled? This needs to be discussed right away!

Drunken Feng was happily embarrassed at this time, his task was successfully completed, and there was a big beauty by his side, and he would have been able to slap his face and slap him back immediately in the Senate that had excluded him, but why did he always feel weird?