"Wellersda ......"

Two minutes passed, but the old man's voice still echoed in his head, and he couldn't disperse for a long time. The corners of Draenor's eyes twitched slightly, staring at the thin figure, his eyes full of incredulity.

Knock knock knock......

There was a faint knocking sound next door, followed by a weak voice, "Hey, new kid!" Would you like to quiet that crazy old man a bit? It's hard to stop for a few days, and now I have to listen to him tell those ridiculous stories! ”

Draenor suddenly reacted, this time even he felt a little strange, could it be because he had drunk too much wine at the banquet? I would be so foolish as to believe the nonsense of a crazy old man.

He sighed and turned to lie down on the bed, then sneered disdainfully, "Oh, no, I'm still Mr. Chad from Spirited Water." ”

All this is too ridiculous, obviously I had only met King Will himself a few hours ago, and although the old fellow was indeed old, it was not difficult to see that his eyes were still bright, and he could even personally direct the soldiers in combat training.

He glanced sideways at the old man, who seemed to be having a nervous breakdown in the dungeon, perhaps because of some kind of illness that had been living on some unclean "food" for a long time, and it was better to keep his distance from him.

The old man continued to crouch in the corner and look this way, for some reason, Draenor could detect a trace of loss in that look, but the strange feeling quickly dissipated, and the old man's eyes suddenly widened, and he seemed to be unusually excited.

"Seeing that you are a newcomer, I will reluctantly put on a good show for you!"

After laughing and gasping for a few breaths, the old man hunched his back and began to grope under the bed, the clutter of churning objects gave Draenor no chance to concentrate on how to find Vicky and the others, he smacked his lips in annoyance, turned up and sat on the edge of the bed, intending to see what the old guy was going to do again.

After less than five minutes, the old man finally packed up his things, put his hands behind his back and turned back, "Have you ever heard of puppet shows?" ”

"Unfortunately, no, I've seen the opera a few times."

He patiently replied to the old madman that in fact, he also had a general understanding of such a thing as puppet show, which was nothing more than putting a puppet on his hand and putting it on the side of a paper shell to play a role, or controlling a marionette to stand on the stage and perform a show. All in all, compared to those highly artistic operas, puppet shows are nothing more than cheap tricks to fool children.

Thinking of this, Draenor suddenly had an ominous premonition, since the old man had never walked out of the cell from the beginning, he must not use any normal materials to make a puppet, in case it was really something unappetizing, he would rather run to another cell and sleep first...... Of course, if anyone could be willing to open the door for him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to today's protagonist, King Will!"

The old man shouted excitedly, his hands pulled out from behind his back, and Draenor saw something swaying in the air with his withered and deformed fingers tightly wrapped around the dirt-stained yarn.

He held his breath and looked down the yarn, only to see that the thread was tied to a dead mouse whose bones had been pulled out, and the limbs of the mouse were delicately bound, and it was swaying from side to side with the movements of the old man's fingertips.

"Sure enough! I didn't expect it to be something normal! Draenor quickly looked away, reaching out to block his eyes, and at a slight glimpse of the disgusting thing, he even suspected that he would vomit his stomach pouch.

"Don't worry, this guy is very clean, and I bathe it at a regular time every day." The old man hurriedly comforted the other party.

In fact, this statement made Draenor feel even more disgusted, what kind of bath is it to put a dead mouse in the corner of a leaky wall!?

"I'm begging you, can you take it away? You can just go to the corner and play, I really need to take a break, time is very precious to me! ”

After a few refusals, Draenor finally gained some peace, and even if the other party was an old man, he would not be upset about it - after all, he was a madman who had lived alone in a dungeon for more than ten years!

The old madman was fiddling with the so-called puppet in the corner, and while operating, he still had the words in his mouth, "Your Highness, do you want to try any new potions today?" Okay, I'm going to get ready......"

"It's funny enough." Looking at the scene in front of him, Draenor had to borrow Vickylic's mantra to comfort himself, he sighed, and rolled from side to side on the bed for a while before finally falling into a deep sleep.

"Your Highness......"

"Your Highness!"

The shouting almost pierced Draenor's eardrums, he rubbed his eyes and sat up angrily, "What's the noise?" If you want to play a puppet show, you have to be quiet for me! ”

Who knew that when he opened his eyes, he realized that he was not in a cell at all, but lying on a wide wooden table. The familiar voice came from his ears, and when he looked up, he saw Minister Dmitry, who had died of poison.

The Chancellor looked younger than he had remembered, and instead of armor, he wore a rough robe with a hood. Looking to the side, I saw a sturdy body slowly sitting up on the luxurious four-poster bed, and the person's appearance was instantly recognizable by Draenor.

"King Will? What's going on? ”

"Ah, good morning Doctor Dmitry, what's the plan for today?" King Will's voice was so strong that it sounded like the roar of a lion.

Dmitry lifted a wooden board full of scrolls from the table, turned and walked in front of the king, "It's still the same, Your Highness, do you want to try any new potions today?" ”

From this angle, Draenor could see the surroundings of the two of them clearly, only to see the king gently brushing the beard on his chest with his fingers, his eyes rolling from side to side for a while, and placing his fingers on the leftmost scroll, "Blood Fountain? This thing sounds pretty novel, that's it. ”

"Okay, I'll go get ......ready," Dmitry smiled, turned and put the plank back on the table, holding the scroll chosen by the king in his hand.

Where did you seem to hear this conversation, and what was going on? Draenor felt a splitting headache, and when he lowered his head, he realized that it was not a long table that supported his body, but a wooden coffin! His limbs were sucked tightly into the coffin board, unable to move as if they had been injected with lead.

"Dmitry! What the hell are you up to!? Draenor angrily shouted at the minister, only to find that no matter how hard they tried, the two in front of them were as indifferent to their roar as if they were selectively deaf.

"The blood fountain is a miracle medicine that can increase the activity of the human body, and long-term use can even make the patient an immortal being. However, Your Highness, this potion is made from the undissipated souls of the dead......" Dmitry said as he picked up a metal syringe from the table and turned to the king.

King Will hesitated for a moment, then sneered, raised his hand and pointed to the coffin under Draenor and said, "Dead? What a coincidence, have you forgotten that we still have the treasure left by our ancestors? ”

"But that's ......"

Before Dmitry could finish speaking, the king walked straight to Draenor, "What are you hesitating about?" Do you just want to watch it turn to ashes? ”

The king crouched down and grabbed the scepter that had been placed aside to pry open the coffin, and Delano felt as if his body had lost its weight, tilting to the side like a feather along with the coffin board.

He subconsciously lowered his head, only to find a dry corpse in the coffin, even if it was covered by clothes, the outline of the limbs could be clearly seen, only the head still maintained a clear face. It was clear that the person in the coffin was completely dead, but that face looked exactly like King Will!

"Two King Weil!?" He repeatedly compared the faces of Will and the dead man, and when he looked closely, he realized that there was still a slight difference between the two.

At this time, Draenor suddenly remembered what Yelena had said-

- "Anton the Great is my father's twin brother"

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