"Your Majesty?" Nan Xiao tried to arouse his attention.

The little king reluctantly looked up, brushed his eyelids full of dung, and tried to see the people outside the cell. He looked at it for a long time, and suddenly his eyes widened: "It's you!" The High Elf Anastasia and the demon! How can it be? Are you still alive? ”

It was as if we should have died a long time ago.

"We've just passed through the rift and followed in your footsteps," Nan Xiao said, "It looks like things aren't going well, have you been captured so soon?" ”

"Just now?" The little king smiled bitterly, "I've crossed over here alone, and I've ...... It's been more than two years since I remember just the days. I fought those monsters. They are not strong in combat, but they are endless. I was alone, and my supplies were running out. There's no food, there's no water, and anything eaten here will drive you crazy. I finally couldn't hold on anymore and was defeated and put in prison. At first I silently counted the time, and then I stopped counting it. No one interrogated me, they seemed to have forgotten about me and wanted me to rot silently. ”

Nan Xiao held the iron fence and recited a spell at random, freezing the steel into powder. "Let's go," he said to Wrynn, "I'll take you home." ”

Wryn smiled bitterly: "I can't go back." He lifted the tattered blanket over his lap, "You see, I'm becoming a part of those things." ”

Terrible! Seeing the scene under the blanket, Nan Xiao's heart jumped suddenly.

The dark, dark, gelatinous substance squeezed out of the wall tile analysis was devouring Wryon. It had climbed up to his waist and penetrated deep into the veins. They seeped into the little king's body, devouring and replacing his flesh, assimilating him into some filthy substance. The light of Wryon remained strong, holding them back as much as it could. But they were too resilient to contaminate him all the time, grinding away the Light's resistance little by little.

Wrynn's defeat was doomed, it was only a matter of time.

"Do you have any wishes?" Nan Xiao asked.

"Kill me," said Wryon, "let me die like a warrior and not a rat in the gutter." He tore open his prison clothes with all his might, erecting his bony chest, "Let my soul return to the land of Azeroth while the light still flows in my blood!" ”

Nan Xiao looked at him silently, silently raised his hand, and pierced his chest with an ice arrow.

Before the ice sculpture shattered, the little king's mouth seemed to say, "Thank you."

Continuing up, Nan Xiao quickened his pace. This mille-feuille-like dungeon is layered on top of each other, as if it never ends.

On one of the upper floors, he encountered the blind Orc Overseers.

"Who's there?" Lord Sarufar turned sharply, "The footsteps ...... Not a monster! ”

"It's me," Nan Xiao said, "the High Demon Mannes, and his companion, the elf Anastasia. ”

"It's you......" the old orc's face was full of surprise, "you're still alive?" I thought you were already dead! ”

"No, something might have gone wrong with the rift, I'm sure we've just crossed over."

"Not long ago?" "How is this possible, Alexstrasza and I have been fighting for ten years!" Decade! In the end we were defeated, and before my eyes were gouged out, I watched her get entangled in Enzos's tentacles, her wings plucked out, and her scales peeled! She was dragged to the ground, and countless monsters swarmed her and drowned her, her wails earth-shattering......"

Two lines of dark red fluid, perhaps tears, flowed from the old orc's dry eye sockets.

Nan Xiao keenly caught a name, but he was keenly aware that he shouldn't say it.

Enzos, the elder god and the last and most powerful of the four elder gods, was sealed by the Titans at the time of Azeroth's origin, but could never be killed. If he's the boss behind the scenes, then it makes perfect sense. What about the primeval red dragons and the orc overseers, they were completely inadequate in front of him.

Over the years, Sarufar doesn't know how many times he had cursed Enzos by shouting his name. After a few more visits, he would be tired, and the Elder God must have long since grown tired of an old orc who was locked in a dungeon and smelly, and he didn't bother to pay attention to this old fellow.

But he's different. As a fresh prey that had just been teleported to this chaotic time and space, Nan Xiao realized that if he was noticed by Enzos, then the fate would probably be similar to the two in prison. Worse, or like the Red Dragon Queen.

"There has to be a way to solve this problem," he asked Sarufar, "can you give me some advice?" ”

Sarufar thought for a moment, "You need to find Sylvanas. Her plan was right. We were so close to the goal, we were just a little bit ......"

"Where is she?"

"Most of them are locked up in this dungeon."

"Let's go and save her together. Can you still walk? ”

"Of course!" The Orc Overseer said, "Don't look at me blind, my ears are so good!" You kid let out two farts when you came up the stairs, I can hear you clearly! I'm sorry I'm talking so straight! ”

“……”

So the adventuring party went from two to three.

Leaving the cell, Sarufar strode to the corner. An old, rusty axe leaned there, and he grasped it, lifted it and swiped it twice.

A miracle happened. Rays of light burst out of the axe, and the yellow rust peeled off layer by layer, and it turned back into a snow-shiny axe, sharp and heavy, and a single blow could definitely cut off the head of any monster.

"Orcs will never be slaves!"

The Old Overseer let out a mighty cry.

Three people are indeed much more efficient than two. They killed all the way, saw one splitting one, saw two splitting a pair, and soon killed through more than a dozen layers.

The further you go up, the more dark gum is squeezed out of the wall. They perched in the corners, gently undulating, with some wandering brilliance in between.

"Don't stare at them all the time," warned the old orc, "and if you look at them for a long time, sooner or later you will go mad." I've seen more than one person go crazy, blow their head open, or turn into a monster. ”

It is worthy of the ancient gods, and there are indeed some indescribable powers, which are really very indescribable.

When he reached a certain level, Sarufar suddenly stopped. He grabbed a handful of wind and sniffed it under his nose, and said, "Sylvanas is here." ”

"Are you sure?"

"Sure," said the old orc, "the smell of decay on her body, I will never forget in my dreams." He took a few steps forward and pointed to a wooden door, "It's inside, I bet, she's inside." ”

The wooden door is heavy and sturdy, with a very strong lock. But this is equivalent to nothing for Nan Xiao. An ice arrow will freeze you into ice slag with anything. He kicked the crispy ice door and took the lead in rushing into the room—

He saw a skeleton nailed to the wall.