Will almost covered his eyes, he didn't dare to watch a foreigner being torn to pieces by a wild beast.

His pupils contracted into a slit, and Draenor looked around the corridor through the darkness, passing through the previous predatory aisles, where there were already several piles of bones, and in the corridor were a group of large werewolves.

One, two, three...... The three heads on the left were prostrate on the ground and stared at each other, with a low thunderous roar in their chests. To the right, an even stronger werewolf was leaning over to nibble on the broken bones on the ground.

He could not keep his composure, his mind had gone blank, the night of the banquet had not yet passed, and when the hands crossed twelve, there were only about six days left before the full moon fell.

The last hope can only be pinned on the madman.

Just as he was about to walk forward, the werewolf on the right first turned to look this way, and it was obvious that the distinctive aura on his body attracted the werewolf's attention.

No matter how hideous it may seem, it is nothing more than a beast that has lost its mind. Draenor turned to face the werewolf, pointing at the behemoth, hot air coming out of his mouth.

"Get back to the cage, brute."

The sound echoed through the dungeon, but the beast was indifferent to Draenor's orders, still clasping the ground with its claws and slowly approaching this way.

The fury burned uncontrollably, and the outline of the palm gradually distorted until it turned into a sharp claw.

"I said it, get back in the cage!"

An almost roaring sound came from his throat, Draenor's muscles tensed, pale flames spread down every inch of his chest to his skin, and the familiar sensation hit him again, and his human sanity was ripped into the endless abyss, turning into the body of a bloodthirsty beast and rushing towards the werewolf in desperation.

Unaware of the imminent threat, the werewolf sprung its back and kicked off the ground towards Draenor. Draenor turned his body, his charred arms instantly clamping the werewolf's neck, and the latissimus dorsi muscles contracted violently.

Rumble!! ——

The smoke cleared, and the werewolf was smashed to the ground with extraordinary force, the claws still clenching its jaws, and its hideous head was embedded in the ground.

"Roar!!

The loud noise beckoned more werewolves, and there was no room for slackness, and Draenor turned his head to stare at the three figures with those sun-like eyes.

The werewolves quickly realized the horror of the giant thing in front of them, its skeleton almost completely blocking the way of the hallway, and the pitch-black fur trembled with pale flames, which looked like a demon solidified by nightmares.

The beast drove Draenor's body slowly forward, and the wolves on the side of the hallway almost held their breath, and one after another emaciated shadows curled up, their tails clamped as if they were frightened, and their limbs trembled against the ground.

Will, who was hiding in the cell, leaned on the iron fence to see the scene in front of him clearly, that guy was definitely not a weak Canaanite, as he himself said - a monster created by the fire of white refining!

At the moment when Draenor opened his huge mouth, a scorching wave of air struck the corridor like cannonfire, both the werewolf and Will were almost stunned by the roar, and the old madman covered it with a broken blanket, but he could still feel the blood involuntarily coagulated into a ball, and his chest was compressed by the terrifying force, and the entire dungeon was almost engulfed in flames.

The wolves gradually shed their fur and returned to their human form, rolling on the ground in terror and hiding on the sides of the hallway in fear of the approaching moments.

Syllable!

Just as Draenor was about to continue walking, the lights on both sides suddenly turned on, and the dungeon, which had been shrouded in darkness, finally returned to light once again.

"Boy, have you made enough trouble? Twelve o'clock has passed, and you're the champion of the night! ”

Will rushed forward and grabbed the railing and shouted at Draenor, who was exhausted and could barely control his body to take another step forward, and Draenor fell to his knees, his body slamming to the ground like a broken boulder as the flames dissipated.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on the bed in his cell, and unlike his previous reaction, this time he visibly felt his body become unusually cold, as if every nerve was unleashing peacefully, like a baby who had just woken up from a dream.

"Boy, you need to get some rest, someone will take you on your way early tomorrow morning."

A hoarse voice came from his ears, and Draenor turned his head to look to the side, only to see the old madman still crouching in the corner, grinning and smirking.

He hurriedly took out his pocket watch, it was already one o'clock in the morning, and it had only been more than an hour from transformation to recovery? All this happened too suddenly, it stands to reason that without the help of the thirty-second elixir, he had completely lost the possibility of regaining his sanity from the moment he turned into a beast, what happened?

Then he suddenly noticed a piece of gravel in the madman's hand, which was part of the stone brick, and it was obvious that it had been sharpened as a knife after several polishes. With the help of the light coming from the hallway, Draenor saw a twisted scar on Will's left wrist, blood had clotted and crusted, and the wound was stained with dust like stitched leather.

"You used your own blood?"

Draenor suddenly reacted, the blood of the Elder King was the main raw material of the thirty-second elixir, and sure enough, he had successfully proved himself to Will.

"Be quiet! That's right, I've only used a little, and while it's not enough to lift the curse on you, it's at least a little bit of relief from the symptoms of bestiality. ”

Will deliberately put the rubble behind him, leaning against the wall and struggling to his feet, "Even I can't deny that it was a foolish act, but at least you did win, and you were able to leave the dungeon and get back to the surface." ”

"Victory? There is no one in the dungeon except the prisoners, and who knows if I really won? Draenor looked down the hallway through the railing, and calm had returned, barely moving except for faintly audible sobs.

"Kid, the Peara Dungeon is definitely not as simple as you think." Will shook his head and pointed to the hallway, "There really aren't any guards here, but the 'Overseers' will record everything that happens in the dungeon through the prism, and what just happened will be discovered sooner or later." ”

Draenor fell silent as Will walked over to the wall once more, marking the stone bricks with his twisted nails, "A new day has come, you have proven yourself to be the strongest in the dungeon, and freedom is what you deserve." ”