The icy waters drowned Draenor once more, and the biting cold ran through his brain like a nightmare.

He sank into the deep sea again, or ...... He had never left the sea since he met the beast, nor had he been rescued by the mysterious maiden.

He felt the coldness creep from his limbs down the intricate veins until he clutched his heart. He felt his heart beat weaker and weaker.

"Could it be that Vicky can ...... Stella, the bustling city of Hermanstadt, did I make it all up myself? Didn't everything happen..."

Delaeno descends into the abyss of despair, and once again he tastes the fear and helplessness that comes with loneliness. But in his head, he couldn't help but play the images of those adventures over and over again:

Steam-powered buildings, blood-red eyes, elaborate and eerie self-propelled dolls, intricate and magical guns, and magical potions that bring him back from the dead.

Draenor stubbornly tried to regain sensation in his limbs, but he still couldn't move. He struggled to open his eyes.

It turned out that he was not in the sea, but in a huge glass container! He found himself unable to breathe at all, surrounded by a cold, salty liquid like seawater, but it didn't seem to suffocate him, or he didn't feel the slightest pain in holding his breath.

He struggled to raise his right arm, but there was a sharp pain like tearing, and when he saw his broken right arm, he suddenly remembered what had happened before:

While they were asleep, the carriage crashed into a large tree that suddenly fell, and his right arm was broken, and Vicky ......

"Vicky Ricko! She's in a dangerous situation right now! The brain seemed to be electrified, and Draenor remembered everything that had happened before.

Just when he was trying to save Vicilico, he was knocked unconscious by a strong man, and all this happened in real life! Now it's time to figure out the situation and get out of this hellish place right away!

He looked around, but didn't find any buttons to open the container. Just as he approached the glass wall to look around, a huge steam elevator slowly landed in front of him, and down came five strangely dressed men, standing in the middle of the black robe, the figure was very large, and looked a head taller than Draenor, who was more than 1.9 meters tall.

The man was surrounded by two heavily armed guards and two bald heads in short white robes. The tall man sensed Draenor's gaze at a glance, and he approached the container with two men in short robes on his left and right.

"Blood Seed 1109 has been revived, twenty minutes earlier than expected to have taken to integrate into the project." One of the bald heads said in a panic.

"Don't panic, this blood species is relatively strong, and increasing the amount of tranquilizers should be within your consideration. Now that he's awakened, give him another shot! ”

The man said slowly,

"Be careful, as the traffickers said when they sold him to us, and there was a red-eyed girl in a carriage with him. Although the probability is relatively small, we can't let go of the possibility that the girl is Vickyly! ”

Vicky Ke... Do they know her? Blood? Project? What kind of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods these people are! Draenor felt his scalp tingle, and before he could figure out what was going on, a slender needle slowly lowered from the top of his head and aimed it at the center of his eyebrows.

Draenor didn't have time to dodge, or even move at all. The needle quickly punctured his skin and cut deep into his frontal lobe.

He was in great pain, and the fear of death swept over him. Perception as a human being was slowly stripped away, and despair, invisible to the naked eye, wrapped around him little by little like a silk thread, and finally formed a thick layer of insect cocoons.

Ice-cold liquid slowly emerged from the needle, and he felt his consciousness blur. What is it? Could it be that he had just been pulled up from the brink of death, and was about to be ready for a new life, when he was about to be sacrificed to nature as a test object?

No way, it can't just end like that!

Draenor felt his emotions slip out of his grip like a fiery horse, freeing himself from the reins in his grip and galloping toward the endless cliffs. A stream of fiery blood burst from his heart to all corners of his body, and Draenor felt his eyes tingle as if they were on fire, and he struggled violently in the container, terrifying claws growing from the ends of his fingers.

Draenor's skin was on fire, and he frantically tore it open with his claws, revealing a beastly fur-covered skin.

Draenor vaguely saw Vikilic's face in a blur.

"Her life and death are unknown, she needs me, I must find her!"

Draenor's inner voice echoed over and over again, until it became a beastly howl. Several people outside the container didn't know what was going on.

The tall man in the black robe also took a few steps back, "Add to the maximum dose!" This guy is a leather walker! ”

More potions were injected into Draenor's brain, and he struggled violently in the container, the solution that submerged him bubbled up due to the heat emitted by his body, and within a few seconds the whole solution actually began to boil.

The needle tube was also blown due to the high temperature, and finally the glass of the container could not withstand the high temperature he emitted and burst open!

Several people standing next to the container sat on the ground in fear, unable to move. The guards set up their spears and fired seven or eight shots at the creatures in the container, and finally they ran out of bullets. It was clear to everyone present:

The creature in the container had completely lost its human form, and was a giant, fanged, clawed wolf-headed two-legged beast!

"Damn, turn on the elevator!" The tall man fell backwards in a row as the bullets embedded in the beast's skin were slowly pushed out by the muscles, and the metal bullets fell to the ground as if they were about to be melted.

Draenor in the form of a beast has been stripped of his soul by rage, and his humanity and sanity have been completely drowned in the hot lava. The beast grabbed the ground and rushed to the elevator that had already risen, and with its claws it tore apart its robes, and the guards could not resist its great force, and were thrown into the gears on the side of the elevator.

Just as the beast was about to tear the tall man in the robe, the gear on one side of the elevator was suddenly stuck and stopped turning, and the gear on the other side still moved up with one end of the platform, and the entire elevator was torn into two sections, and the tall man fell heavily to the ground through the crack.

Several bullets were fired from the beast's head, and it looked up to see that the focus of the elevator on the top floor had been surrounded by heavily armed soldiers, and the beast clung to the wall in a frenzy and crawled upward, the bullets raining down on him without causing him the slightest damage.

The beastly Draenor climbed to the top, slamming the soldiers in front of it and slamming open the locked gates and speeding towards the unknown forest.

It had been running wild in the forest for several hours, when suddenly a familiar smell caught its attention: it was the aroma of blood, belonging to a female.

Draenor ran to the smell of blood with great excitement, for he knew it all too well—it was the smell of Vickyly's blood!

The beast didn't know how long it had been running, and the moon gradually lost its light, replaced by dawn slowly approaching from the other side of the horizon.

Draenor's eyes were burned by the light, the sunlight seemed to awaken his senses, he clutched his head in pain, his claws gradually falling off and falling to the ground, his thick hair falling to the ground and turning to dust, and his body gradually returning to human form.

Draeno staggered through the forest with his emaciated body, plunged headlong into the creek, drank wildly, and then collapsed exhausted by the river in the sun.