But no matter how you say it, the two brothers look too similar, except for an inconspicuous scar on Anton's lips, whether it is facial features or clothing, they are no different from King Will.

I don't know when the body of Anton the Great was placed in this wooden coffin, no wonder it was found that the sarcophagus was empty in the tomb of the Changwang before!

Draenor reacted suddenly, but then a new question arose: why did the Licos put Anton the Great's body in King Will's bedroom, believing that the deceased king must be buried in the pyramid?

Unless the body still has any value.

"You have a point, as your brother, Anton the Great's blood should be very similar to yours, and he may be able to make a good material." After a moment of hesitation, Dmitry accepted King Will's suggestion, approached the coffin, plunged a needle into Anton's carotid artery, and after a while drew viscous blood.

"Medicinal herbs from the blood of the dead? Are you crazy!? Draenor shouted at the two, horror forcing his voice to tremble.

"In this way, the raw materials of the blood spring have been prepared, and we will hold a ceremony here tonight, what does Your Majesty think?"

"Heh," King Will smiled and stood up and walked towards the door, "Anyway, I will get an immortal body after tonight, and I am not afraid of delaying it for a while......"

The moment the door was opened, Draenor seemed to feel the time around him surging like a torrent, the candles flickering wildly, and the clock in the room spun rapidly, and after about ten seconds, the hour hand finally stopped near twelve.

"Eleven-fifty-five, what kind of ceremony is going to be held at such a late hour?" Draenor muttered to himself as he looked at the pendulum clock hanging on the wall.

The door was pushed open again, and the king stopped as he approached the fireplace, and motioned for all his servants and guards to leave the room.

"Here you are, Your Highness. It seems to be a little later than agreed, what happened? Dmitry pushed his chair away and stood up, and walked towards the king with the potion in his hand.

"Well, the canine faction in the south is restless again, in fact, it is not bad for them, it is natural to expand Snowway's territory, but these barbarians are born with a dead brain." The king muttered to himself angrily, removing the cloak from his shoulder and throwing it aside, "Don't let my complaints delay the important business, how is the potion prepared?" ”

"Everything is ready, and the ceremony can begin at any time, Your Majesty." Dmitry placed his chair in the center of the carpet and put the hood at the back of his neck on his head.

King Will sighed, turned and sat down in his chair, closed his eyes and whispered, "Inherit the blood of the departed, and my generation may live forever, and sigh this ancient blood from the abyss......"

If it weren't for the gloomy atmosphere, Draenor might have felt a little funny, it looked like some mysterious ritual, nothing more than the self-amusement of the king and his ministers.

Just as Dmitry approached with the potion, the king suddenly lowered his head and asked, "Are you sure there will be no side effects?" ”

The minister was stunned for a moment, then turned to a smile, "There will still be side effects, but it's just to gain eternal life." ”

"Hahahaha, I see, you're still as humorous as ever, Divine Doctor!" The king leaned back in his chair and laughed, snatched the vial from the minister's hand, raised his head and drank it down.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough !! Shortly after the potion had been taken in, the king suddenly fell to the ground, coughing and gasping in pain. He crawled on the ground with all his might, reaching out and grabbing the minister's ankle, "This is...... What's going on? cough cough cough ......"

I saw a strange smile on Dmitry's face, he raised his foot and stepped on the king's head, leaned over the other party's ear and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness, this is just a shortcut to the road of immortality......"

With that, Dmitry grabbed the king by the throat, took the blood gushing out of Will's mouth with the empty bottle, turned and picked up the crown that had fallen to the ground, and walked towards the coffin. He picked up the body in the coffin and poured all the "potion" in the bottle into the other party's mouth.

Less than two meters away, Draenor could clearly see King Will's body shrink at a rate visible to the naked eye, his body full of steam, and his hands holding the carpet became as dry and terrifying as tree roots.

There was a sudden wheezing sound from the coffin, and when he turned around, he saw the dead Emperor Anton standing up as stiff as a machine. Dmitry looked at the masterpiece in front of him and put the crown in his hand on the head of Anton the Great.

"Long live the king and immortalize ......"

The endless sense of fall suddenly struck, and the cry of the demon sounded in his ears, and the darkness mixed with the light of blood gradually formed into twisted claws, dragging Draenor's body madly towards the abyss.

"Ahhh!!h

After struggling for a moment, Draenor subconsciously shut his mouth. After the previous lessons, he had become accustomed to this sudden nightmare, but the fear that he could feel was so real that as a human being, he still trembled with instinct.

Looking around, it was dark and damp, and I could hear the whispers of rodents, and it seemed that I was still in that dark dungeon.

"Hehehehehe, long live the king...... My show is over. ”

Looking sideways, the figure in the corner straightened up and threw the "puppet" in his hand aside.

After thinking for a moment, Draenor was convinced that the previous dream was definitely not a simple hallucination, and that all the scenes encountered in the dream had been confirmed in reality. And this time, it can only be a reproduction of someone's memory.

It was almost certain that it was not an illusion, and it was impossible for the crazy old man in front of him to use any special magic to put himself in a dream. He lowered his head and touched the fragments on his chest, perhaps the stone in his heart was hinted at and formed a previous image in his mind.

Adjusting his breath, Draenor reached out to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead and shifted his gaze to the madman.

"Are you really Will himself?"

"Hehehehe...... the crazy old man straightened up with a swing and cut a furrow in the wall with his fingernails, "Four thousand four hundred and twenty-one, how long can Old Will survive this torture?" ”

Draenor focused on his nose, carefully perceiving the aura in the room through the effect of the White Refining Fire, although the other party's body had been distorted, he knew very well that there was indeed an unusual smell of blood around the old madman.

The old man walked over to the bed directly opposite Draenor and lay flat on the bed with his weak body moving like a sick person.

"If the real king is here, that is to say that the one who sits on the throne now is ......"

"Anton. Rusta, my twin brother ......"

In that short moment, Draenor clearly saw a trace of sadness in the other party's eyes. Old Will sighed, slowly raised his withered and twisted arm, and stretched out his index finger to aim at the golden light shining in from the window.

"Or rather, it was just a puppet trick by Dmitry."