The man heard what the girl said, quickly stood firm, hugged her, and slowly stepped back. Although those eyes were hazy, Draenor could clearly see the fear on the man's face that could not be concealed.

"Umbilical cord"? What does that mean? Although he couldn't understand the other person's language, the Mind Stone had already transmitted the girl's words to Draenor's mind. He was sure he had heard that word, and it made him feel a little sick to his stomach, could it be that the smell that had been present in him all this time came from some umbilical cord?

Moran suddenly noticed the girl's clothes, although they were a little shabby, but the delicate fabric of the lilac could only appear on the body of the Snowway royal family. Obviously, their status is not ordinary.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but it looks like you know pretty well where this flavor comes from. Rest assured, although I admit to being a little suspicious, we are not dangerous people, we are just trying to find the legendary 'Blood of the Great King'. Draenor glanced at Moran, and simply told the stranger in front of him all about his true purpose.

"The blood of the elder king?" The man frowned slightly, he did seem to know some kind of story, and Draenor was very sure that the so-called story must have something to do with the "White Refining Fire" that was haunting him.

The man in front of him was still vigilant, and he had to find a way to calm them down.

"Jeanne, bring Moran and Cooper some food and water." Draenor turned to the crowd at the edge of the chamber. Jeanne didn't seem to hesitate, and although water and food were scarce for themselves, it was clear that these poor people hiding in the tombs needed them more than anything else.

After about fifteen minutes, Jeanne and the others returned to the secret room with the supplies wrapped in blankets.

The man listened to the sound of footsteps in his ears in confusion. He was still a little skeptical, but the torture of hunger and thirst did not allow him to think too much, so he quickly snatched the pancake from Jeanne's hand, turned around and handed it to his sister.

The other people huddled in the corners were already hungry and thirsty, and they frantically crowded around the blankets, grabbing whatever food they could fill their stomachs and devouring them. Draenor seems to have made the right decision, no matter where these people come from, as long as they survive, they may bring unexpected benefits to themselves.

The "feast" lasted less than five minutes, and the man led the others to kneel on the ground to express their heartfelt thanks to Draenor.

"Thank you very much, I'm sorry we met that way at first, but for so long all the people who came to the tomb were Dmitry's pursuers, except for the robbers. We are so desperate that we choose to expel strangers into the secret room like poisonous snakes. ”

The man had suddenly lost his unyielding will, and he seemed to be the leader of the refugees, and Draenor was not despised for him, but relieved by his ability to bend - after all, this result was much better than losing both.

"Dmitry you've been talking about, who is he?" Vekiriko put away her spear and sat down next to the man and asked.

"Before explaining all this, let me give you an introduction......" The man took off his shirt from his waist and sorted out his outfit with the help of the girl, although he looked shabby on the outside, he could always feel the unique cultivation of the nobility from his words and deeds.

"My name is Yakov, this is my sister Yelena, and the other four are our servants. We were originally members of the royal family of Snowway, and we can't hide it. Lesda is our father. The man spread his arms and bowed his head slightly, as if in a posture peculiar to the royal family of Lycos.

But Draenor was unimpressed, he had been living with the princess of the Nikanlos Empire for more than a month, and it was not so unusual to meet any members of the royal family. Instead, he was more concerned about what caused the royal family of Lycos to lose their proper treatment and fall into such a situation, even hiding in the gloomy tomb for months on end.

"Nice to meet you, uh I mean...... I'm sorry for what happened to you. Viklico seemed to have met people of similar identity to herself, and their language was somewhat incompatible with Mishalan, and she was a little carried away with her excitement, almost forgetting the situation of these people.

But fortunately, the brother and sister were not offended by her words, and the man who called himself Yakov continued with a wry smile: "Actually, I am also very surprised, since two years ago, my father seems to have changed as a person, he is no longer good at talking, and there is no wisdom in his eyes. He gave all the decisions, big and small, to the minister named Dmitry, and even prepared to put us to death when he learned about me and my sister. ”

Although Draenor was very curious about what the "thing" in his mouth was, after all, the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, and it should be a trivial matter that has nothing to do with him. He was more concerned about the "umbilical cord" that the girl named Yelena had said before, and it seemed a little impolite to interrupt people, if he really offended these "royal members", the matter would definitely become more complicated, so it was better to be patient and continue to listen to their stories.

But instead of doing that, my father held a feast soon after, inviting all members of the royal family to join him. I let my guard down for a moment, and drank all the wine that the minister had brought me, but I didn't expect that he had poisoned the wine in advance, and until now I could not see clearly, and my sense of smell was forever deprived of the poison. ”

No wonder Yakov had no way of perceiving his own scent after turning into a beast. Although the poor prince was blind and even lost his sense of smell, he was able to make Draenor feel unspeakable pressure in the previous battle by relying on his hearing alone. Fortunately, the other party seems to be a friendly existence at the moment, and he doesn't want to experience that thrilling battle again.

The girl still looked a little worried, and she slowly walked over to Draenor and stared at his blue eyes.

"So, can you tell me who you are?"

While describing your memories to the other person would always be a bit of a hassle for Draenor to describe them, at least being able to tell them everything about the White Flame might be able to resonate with them in some way. He carefully explained what had happened to him since he woke up, but he was vague about the identities of others, including Viklico.

"That's it, it's a headache, isn't it? But I believe that under the circumstances at that time, Vicky had no choice but to use the forbidden technique called 'White Refining Fire'. Draenor gestured to Vicilico, and she nodded, pulling out the used elixir from her bosom and handing it to Draenor.

"Thankfully, an alchemist gave us this elixir, and I was able to quickly regain my senses after each transformation. But as you can see, it's completely used up now, and maybe the next transformation will never wait for the moment to wake up. ”