"What? It can't be, Queen, she's ......" There was a great pain in Taran's injured left wing, but the pain in his heart was even deeper—his favorite queen...... The queen he had loved for tens of thousands of years...... He dug up the grave where he was buried with his own hands?

"My sister?" Nesario seemed to have understood what had happened and couldn't help but laugh, "Haha...... Taran, you really are an idiot! My sister's hatred for you shouldn't be much less than mine, right? You actually believed her words? Run to me and die? Hahaha......"

In the midst of a maniacal laugh, Nesario flapped his wings and came up to Taran and spewed out a mouthful of hot lava. Taran struggled, writhed, screamed under the scorching lava, and finally fell like a kite with a broken string towards the city square of Grimbaatar.

There was a loud "boom", and countless houses collapsed. The cavemen who hid in the shadows and watched the sky like a battle of giant gods were crushed under the bluestone walls. If they can survive, if they also have their own writing, maybe in tens of millions of years, dwarven archaeologists can dig up murals about this black and red giant ** battle in the underground of Grimbaatar, or elsewhere!

Nesario's frenzy seemed to have been resolved, and his body shrank slightly, transforming into the appearance of a human uncle. The red and black robes were the same as yesterday; His hair and beard were in a neat state, as if the frenzied dragon with the shadow of death had nothing to do with him.

Slowly landing in the square, Nesario carefully avoided stepping on the red blood that flowed from Taran's body, and came to Taran, who was already dying. Taran's body was still huge, but he couldn't even open the huge dragon's eye, and could only squint at Nesario, a large stream of blood constantly flowing from his mouth.

"What does it taste like to die?" Nesario asked, slightly mocking. Taran seemed to be muttering something, but Nesario couldn't hear it clearly, so he lowered his body slightly. Maybe it was closer, maybe it was Taran who increased his voice, and Nesario heard Taran clearly—"She's back...... Hey...... Nesario, you don't know yet, do you...... I see her...... One day, you too will be pinched to death in her hands like a loach...... In front of her, we are all mortals......"

"She?" Nesario frowned and waved his right hand, and a black light sank into Taran's massive head. Without any hindrance, the huge dragon head was sliced into pieces like the dragon beast. Somewhat disgusted, moving away from the burnt square, Nesario straightened his robes and turned to walk towards his room.

But as he walked, Nesario's heart was filled with an ominous premonition - who was the "she" that Taran was talking about? Haunted to admit it, Nesario did know that there was a woman who could pinch herself to death like a loach...... It may take a little effort, but the outcome is certain......

But that woman must have disappeared, just like the blue dragon queen Sindalgossa who Malygos had never pursued success, and disappeared into the world of Azeroth. "No, it won't be that person." Nesario shook his head, but he couldn't get rid of the uneasiness in his heart, and he regretted that he had killed Taran so hastily. After thinking about it, Nesario changed his mind and made his way to the chamber where the red dragon was being held - he decided to meet his sister again and see if he could get more information about the woman.

"This ...... This...... What is this sound? On one of the streets of Grimbaatar, Winlesa covered her long ears and stammered. The cry of the dragon. Arthas raised his chin slightly, looking in the direction from which the voice had come from, but his view was obstructed by the tall houses.

"Dragon...... What dragon is so ...... So ...... "Wen Lesa has also seen dragons, although she has only seen them in Nanhai Town not long ago...... But those young dragons, which are only a few meters long, can make such a sound? Even when it got here, Winlessa had to cover her ears to prevent her fragile eardrum from being cracked.

Arthas didn't answer, instead turning his gaze to Frost Grief. The little demon sword obediently closed his eyes, and after a while, he said, "I don't know, I can't find out." Arthas rolled his eyes—Frost's Sorrow was unclear, and there were only two possibilities—either the soul information was obscured by a more powerful being, or the object of the probe was simply a more powerful being.

Either way...... It's not good news! - Arthas sighed. After a period of progress, they finally came to a place where the tentacles of Frost Sorrow's soul could not reach. It was a huge room, but there were no guards, not even a door panel, and across the street, only a black hole could be seen.

"That'...... So what do we do? Winlessa asked nervously—a little embarrassed, but she was really scared, and she wanted to run away. Perhaps it was the ranger's intuition, Winlesa now had the illusion of being targeted by a ferocious beast, and even the extremely slender hairs on the back of her neck could feel the coldness of death.

"Let's go inside." Arthas made his decision, and without hesitation, crossed the street and entered the room of the black hole. Frost Sorrow bounced after her master. Winresa winced, but finally entered the spacious door of the room with Mograini, who was holding the dragon egg.

"Yikes!" As soon as Winlessa entered the room, she was startled—it was not as dark as she had imagined, but rather bright; But it also made the red dragon dozens of meters long lying in the room even more conspicuous. The unique ring-shaped huge horns with patterns, the wings that limply drooped on both sides of the body to cover the entire body, and the huge eyes, made Wen Leisa, who was a little timid, couldn't help but exclaim.

Hearing Winlessa's call, the red dragon tilted its head slightly, allowing itself to see in the direction of the doorway to the room. At this glance, the red dragon's body trembled like a breeze on the water, and a dragon egg, with a soft "click", fell into the huge container placed in its tail.

[Why can't you rush up...... It's updated tonight! Ask for help! The teammate who fell asleep while guarding the house also knelt down in the white night! Coach, I'm going to go up to 2000!!

Anyway, someone really blessed the white night on 2000...... It's so fun. 】】