Pushing and shoving, Draenor was finally thrown into a huge wooden box, he didn't know what was happening, he could only faintly hear the snoring of some animal, could it be a carriage? Is this how these "regulators" transport the "winners" in the dungeon?

Shortly after the back of the carriage was lifted and the metal buckle bolted down, someone patted the carriage to signal that it was ready. The whip sounded, and it was whipped on the horses one after another, and after a neighing sound, the carriage suddenly shook and sped away in an unknown direction.

The sudden movement almost caused Draenor to roll in the car, and he could still feel the wind blowing on him, it was not a car, but more like an open-top trailer for pulling goods.

Although he was blindfolded by a burlap bag the moment he walked out of the dungeon, Draenor was able to roughly determine the environment around the surface with the instant memory of the last moment:

From the exit of the dungeon, you can see that the surrounding area is a wide square, and the exit is only separated by a wall from the back garden, and the "Cell 13" where I was before could see the environment inside the garden through the ventilation window.

When he had lived in the palace as a guest from a foreign land, he remembered very well that there were no obvious vents to be seen walking on the stone path in the back garden, which meant that there was no building resembling a palace on the top of the cell, but a stone path that was not very strong.

Draenor believed that he would eventually die, but no matter what terrible beasts he would encounter in the Colosseum, he would have to find a way to overcome them, or at least be executed in public.

He didn't care what kind of torture these regulators wanted to see him under, he just wanted to put an end to it quickly. If he had the chance, even the slightest hope he would return to the dungeon and escape from the horrible hell with the real Will with him.

"Tut-tut, poor thing......"

The man seemed to turn his head and said into the trailer, and even if the other person deliberately raised his voice, Draenor could recognize the familiar voice.

"Castleler? What are you doing here!? Draenor struggled as hard as he could on the trailer, and if it weren't for the chains that bound his limbs, he swore he would have jumped on the saddle and pulled the guy's head off.

"Surprised, right? I'm wondering why someone would have switched my glass, and when I think about it, it's only you who are more suspicious. ”

Hearing this, Draenor froze in place, and after a moment of calm, he realized what had happened before, "It's you?" You handed that cup of poisoned wine to the minister? ”

"Even if you can guess that, I know you're a smart man...... Yes, I knew the minister would join forces with that guy Seth to frame me, but alas, even if my brother had more troops, those things would be just vulgar commodities in the face of money. The other party's tone became more subdued from the inflection words, mixed with the villain's triumphant self-satisfaction.

"You guy...... When did you learn all this? ”

"To tell you the truth, normal people will think that the sudden banquet is a little suspicious, right? I bribed the cooks in advance and let them take the money they couldn't spend enough money to go back to their hometown to avoid the limelight, and then my men dressed up and worked in the kitchen all night. Don't say anything about poisonous alcohol, I know even how many cockroaches appeared that night! ”

Draenor was almost dazed by the traps, but that didn't stop him from being hit like a thunderbolt. He really underestimated the young heir, it turned out that everything that happened in the banquet had long been expected by Castleler, and even if there was no superfluous actions on his part, the result would still be the same and would not be changed.

Suddenly, someone reached out to this side, and before he could react, the hood was pulled aside, and Draenor threw his head up desperately to breathe in the fresh air, and instead focused his gaze on the front of the carriage. There were three people in the seat, and apart from the soldiers on the left and right, only Castleler was sitting in front of him.

"Don't worry, these are still my people. Listen, no matter what the outcome may be, it has happened, in a sense that you did try to save my life, and although I don't know what it was for, this feeling of 'I owe you a favor' will still haunt me. The dungeon is under the jurisdiction of the king himself, and no amount of money will keep you free, but I believe this thing will still help you. ”

Castleler pulled out his hand and threw a metal object into the carriage, which rolled down the trailer and split in two, part of which reflected a sharp cold light in the morning light.

"My dagger? What exactly did you do? ”

I saw Kasler shrug his shoulders, turned around and continued: "I'm sorry, I don't do anything but spend money, I just managed to buy off the soldiers who showed up at the banquet, and there was a little commander named Garke, right?" He'd be happy to help me get this thing out. ”

The thought of the name Draenor was angry, but in that case, he might choose to cover up the facts, and Garke would not have pleaded with the king for a stranger who didn't know the roots.

King? Draenor seemed to ignore something, he recalled the truth he had seen in his dream, King Will who appeared in the palace was actually a puppet manipulated by Dmitry, and the minister himself had been poisoned by Castler, so it stands to reason that the ground must have been in chaos, but his intuition told him that the truth was much more than that.

"I pleaded with the king, and he was satisfied to accept six thousand deli, and agreed to let you enter the Colosseum with a short sword. Say thank you or something, just take it as a favor for you. ”

"King Will...... How is his condition? ”

"Oh yes, speaking of which, I can't imagine that bad old woman is still a miracle doctor! Thanks to her, the king is in good health, and he plans to personally lead his soldiers to crusade against the southern tribes! ”

That said, it doesn't end there......

"It seems that your plan has succeeded, and Minister Dmitry is dead." Draenor chose to conceal the truth of the matter, and continued to speak in the other party's train of thought.

"It's dead, it's cold, but no one knows the real reason, and everyone has put the blame on you. The funeral was planned to be held early this morning, but the king claimed that the rare performance was far more wonderful than the boring funeral, so no one dared to say anything, but just guarded the minister's coffin and waited for the king's return. ”

Only those who know the truth will understand how stupid the Lycos really are, and the soldiers, the servants, the city of Boyara, and even the entire kingdom of Snowway do not know the true identity of Dmitry. That guy is definitely not really dead, and the puppet king is still alive, which is the best proof of this!

"Ask him why? It's just a minister, and that guy has been secretly giving the king bad ideas, and everyone in Snowway wants him to die sooner. Fortunately, the king knew a good witch doctor, and he was not sure that he would succeed the minister, and now it seemed that Snowway's light was finally coming. ”

Draenor couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat after listening to Castleler's words. This time he couldn't be mistaken, the mysterious witch doctor must be Dmitry's new identity, and as long as that terrible demon survives in the world, the light of North Abel will never come.