Closing the door, Draenor walked along the familiar route to Cell Thirteen, which was a bit ridiculous to say, and he bet he was the most conscious prisoner he had ever seen in this dungeon.

This might attract the attention of the overseers, but that doesn't matter anymore, Vicilico and Jeanne have fled the heavily guarded city of Boyara, the true face of the Snowway royal family has been revealed, and most importantly, the blood of the elder king is at hand, and tonight he will be able to get rid of the nightmare with Castleler's help.

Regardless, Castleler's behavior is still somewhat suspicious, and as the leader of the Battery family, he would take the initiative to help himself as a foreigner. This kind of intrigue game has annoyed Draenor a little, and all in all, all this is not just about returning his "favor".

The corridor was filled with the pungent smell of gunsmoke and blood, and Draenor resisted his curiosity and did not look at the cells on either side of the "singular", all he could see was the flesh and blood of the body, and he only hoped that these innocent prisoners would rest in peace.

He was finally relieved when he approached the door of his cell, which was ajar, and he pushed open the door and stepped into the damp and cold space, where the madman Will's body was still curled up in the corner, everything was still familiar.

"What people!? I didn't do anything bad! It's impossible to share any food with you! ”

The old madman was frightened, and turned towards the figure in the doorway and threatened, from this distance Draenor could see the blood stains and broken hairs stuck to the madman's mouth, and he glanced down to see that Will was clutching a black creature tightly in his hand, as if his actions had disturbed the other party's eating.

"To tell you the truth, I'm really hungry and dizzy, but even if I starve to death, I won't taste the taste of a dead mouse." Draenor was barely used to the unappetizing sight in front of him, and he shook his head and turned to sit down on the plank bed.

"Blue-haired boy? Mutu is on it, you really came back alive! The madman tossed his lunch aside, got up and slowly approached Draenor.

Isn't it true that older people like to call themselves like that...... Draenor smiled helplessly, he was already exhausted from the previous successive battles, and in addition to having to endure the faint cramping pain from his stomach, he habitually raised his hand to signal the other party not to come any closer.

"So far, I'm still alive, but I don't know how long I can endure it...... I'll ask you to stay away from me first, okay? I don't want any more blood. ”

"Hmph, indifferent ......" Will glanced at the other party, turned and squatted in the corner to continue to enjoy his rare "deliciousness".

"I just want to make sure you're still in good shape, and I'm going to need you to be a coolie tonight."

Hearing this, all the previous exhaustion was left behind, and Draenor struggled to get up and look at the back of the old madman.

"Coolies? Do you know what's going to happen tonight? ”

"You're really sluggish, Castleler must have told you, didn't he?"

With frowning brows, Draenor was a little confused, it seemed that everyone except himself had known about Castleler's plan in advance, but the point was why he deliberately told a bad old man in prison about it in advance.

After a moment of silence, the confusion in Draenor's eyes gradually turned to anger, and he stared at the old madman in front of him, vowing to find out the ins and outs of all this.

Kasler ...... He knows who you really are, right? ”

The old madman's Adam's apple was visibly sinking downward, and it seemed that he was indeed hiding something.

"Hmm...... Ah, you're the only one who knows the truth except Dmitry, and that guy just said he wanted to make a deal with me, and although he didn't know what he wanted, he could at least get his freedom in exchange for it......"

Draenor was convinced that the reward for Castleler was the blood of the elder king in Will's body, and that Castleler seemed to be a cynical boy, but he had always overlooked the most important point - the richer the man, the more power-hungry he was.

Seth inherited the power of the Battery family, but what he really wanted was wealth. On the contrary, Castleler, who inherited the wealth, did not want to pay attention to his brother's threats, he needed power, and if he obtained the blood of the elder king, it would mean that he would become the "eldest king" who ruled the realm of northern Abel.

It seems that his previous instincts were correct, Castleler would never come to his aid just to repay the so-called favor, that guy had already bought off most of the soldiers and servants in the city of Peara, and he only needed to find an opportunity to kick the puppet king and Dmitry off the throne and crown himself king.

But all this always made Draenor feel a little contradictory, since he knew that the real King Will was imprisoned in the dungeon, it meant that Castleler had learned the fact of the fake king, but why did he go to such great lengths to frame the minister?

However, judging from his previous performances, Kasler really did not know the fact that Dmitry was still alive. Draenor basically determined the possibility that Castleler was just using the fake king as a stand-in who looked very similar to Will, unaware that it was Dmitry himself who was behind the scenes.

Exhausted by the mental and physical exertion, Draenor no longer dwells on what had happened in the past, at least until Castleler actually starts to act.

Draenor barely had the strength to roll over on the bed, ignoring the sand covering him, closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

The temperature in the dungeon had become freezing cold, and an eerie roar sounded in his ears, and the instinct for survival had awakened Draenor from his sleep, and he quickly got up and carefully observed his surroundings.

An eerie white mist had filled the dungeon, and the silver glow pierced through the mist and shone on Draenor's bed. He had never seen such a dazzling moonlight, engulfing everything in front of him like a white flame.

"Uh......h It's coming, it's coming early......"

Looking back, he saw Will crawling in a corner in agony, his face almost completely covered by the bulging veins.

"Boy...... Stay away from the window and the full moon is coming......"

These words simply made Draenor feel incredible, he had calculated very clearly before, there were still five days before the full moon, how could it come so suddenly?

Rising to leave the moonlit area, Draenor turned his head to look out through the ventilation window, the entire palace shrouded in pale light, and towering stone pillars stood on the ground like the bones of a giant creature. Looking into the distance through the gap between the stone pillars, I saw a round of silver-colored celestial bodies slowly moving towards the center of the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What the hell is going on?"

The voice of loneliness echoed through the dungeon, and no one answered his doubts, only a sobbing murmur. Fear of the unknown poured into Draenor's chest from all sides, and the full moon was approaching, and he was destined to become a blood-thirsty beast.

"Boom-"

The air froze for a moment, followed by a deafening explosion, the flames engulfing everything in the dungeon, and even the fog crushed to the ground by the crumbling stones.

When he came back to his senses, the ceiling of the dungeon had been blasted open with a diamond-shaped fissure, and through the smoke, Delano saw several men with spears and wide-brimmed hats standing at the edge of the rift, one of whom politely raised his hand and pulled down on the brim.

"We have come to the aid of the two of you on the orders of Mr. Castleler, and the full moon is coming, please follow us out of here."