"The sickness is fake, the medicine is fake, even the king himself is fake......" Draenor felt dizzy, and his legs lost strength and collapsed on the bed.

In retrospect, Vicilico does seem to have said that the "Blood Fountain" could be used as a good antiseptic, which would explain why the sulphur-containing alchemical potion was extracted from Will's body.

In other words, the king he met from the beginning was nothing more than a puppet made of corpses? Thinking of this, Draenor felt sick to his stomach, and not long ago he even tried to swallow the "blood" of that thing into his stomach!

With two deep breaths, Draenor intends to try to communicate with the madman again, "That is, the corpse of the former king above, who has been made a puppet because of its extreme resemblance to you; As for you, the true King of Will, you have been imprisoned here since twelve years ago...... What exactly is Dmitry's character? ”

I don't know if it was because he was too excited or because he was influenced by a madman, this time even his own logic seemed to become confused, but no matter what happened, it must be Minister Dmitry who is behind the scenes.

"I used to be a wretched man who coveted glory and riches, and as a child born almost at the same time, I could only watch my brother have the sole power of the king. Jealousy blinded me, and just as I was hesitating whether to get rid of my brother, Dmitry appeared. ”

Dmitry...... What a mysterious name, at that time he claimed to be an alchemist from another continent, those mysterious potions deeply attracted me, and he quickly won my trust. With his help, I succeeded in poisoning my brother Anton and established myself as the new king of Snowway. ”

It seems that the rumors that Cooper heard before have been confirmed, and the next thing that happened Draenor has almost all been encountered in the dream: the two team up to kill Anton and hide his body in the bedroom, and King Will is obsessed with the pursuit of legendary immortality, but in the end he is killed by Dmitry.

"But how did Dmitry manage to manipulate the puppet without anyone noticing?"

Draenor recalled the previous days, and although they had spent most of their time together, it was clear to Draenor in the barracks that King Will was indeed standing alone on the conning tower wielding his sword, while Dmitry walked to the carriage casually and chatted with him.

He remembered his previous conversation with Viklico, the puppet...... Stella...... Perhaps the Chancellor never needed to manipulate the king in the first place, but instead made the corpse into a self-made doll like Stella!

"A puppet that can act on its own? What an extraordinary puppet trick......" He cupped his chin in his hands and muttered as if to himself.

"It's not just a doll, it's a ghoul." Will the madman raised his arm and pointed at his wrist, "I don't know if you noticed the bracelet Dmitry is wearing, which is inlaid with a psychic stone that can manipulate ghouls. ”

Thinking about it this way, I have the impression that the minister is indeed wearing a strange thing on his wrist, which is inlaid with a crimson gem, and there are obviously some traces of chipping, maybe it really has some mysterious power. Draenor lightly pressed his finger against his chest, it turned out that he was not the only one who possessed the Soul Stone, perhaps it was through that stone that the minister gave everyone the illusion that the Long King was "speaking".

It seems that the previous mystery has been solved, and no matter what the minister has done, the facts will not be changed. The true identity of the puppet king will still be concealed, and the surviving elder king will be imprisoned in the dungeon...... And all this is enough to prove: the true heir of the blood of the Elder King stands in front of him!

"It's enough to know this, since you're really Will himself, you must have heard the legend of the 'White Refining Fire'." The opportunity that is imminent in front of you must not be missed, as long as this curse is lifted, everything can be saved.

Pointing at the madman, Draenor continued, "My fate has been messed up because of the curse it has brought, and only the blood of the Elder King in you can bring peace to it. ”

Will's body shuddered slightly, and it seemed that he knew the source of the curse. Looking at Draenau's resolute eyes, he knew that he could not continue to prevaricate by pretending to be crazy, thinking of this, the old madman's body trembled like an epilepsy, and he couldn't stop scratching his chin and laughing wildly:

"Cluck, hehe...... It's up to you? A Canaaniite? …… The Blood of the Great King is a relic of the wolf god Mutu, and only the strongest 'beasts' can possess it. The Canaanites, by contrast, are just lambs wandering in dreams, and you will never be qualified to do so. ”

Call!!

As we talked, a strong hurricane suddenly blew in the hallway, extinguishing all the lights in the dungeon. Draenor blinked, barely adjusting to the sudden darkness.

"No, isn't it all kerosene lamps here? How can it be blown out by the wind? He expressed his confusion to Will, and as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill pour into the room from outside the railing, and spread up his ankles, and it was not a natural wind at all, but some kind of cold mist.

"Dry ice?"

The cold almost froze his toes through his leather boots, and even his breathing became extremely laborious, something not common in Canaan, but fortunately he had seen a similar introduction in the Misalaan dictionary. The Flaktu people compressed the carbon dioxide and then refrigerated it, and through this complex series of operations, they obtained this cold mist.

"Boy, what do you have on you that jingle all the time, could it be a pocket watch? Look at the time! ”

Draenor subconsciously rummaged through his pocket for a while, it seemed that none of the items he was carrying except for the short sword had been taken away, "Eleven forty, what happened?" ”

"Hurry up and put on a blanket and hide under the bed, the time for 'Midnight Hunt' is coming soon!"

Will pulled the blanket off the bed and curled up. Before he could react, he saw a dark purple mist erupt from the hallway, and the familiar scent of aconitum filled Draenor's nostrils.

'How is that possible?' The predation has only been over for a short time, so soon it's time for the next one? ”

"Uh...... Ahh!!hhhhh ”

The moment the fog spread, roaring, screaming, whimpering, all kinds of sounds echoed in the darkness, and Draenor felt his legs tremble instinctively, this was not a dungeon at all, but a never-ending nightmare.

Faint sparks shimmered in the darkness, rising and falling with the sound of muffled footsteps. Draenor slowly raised his arm and reached for the side of the bed, but his fingers froze in the air as if they were about to grab the blanket.

Are the Canaanites the Lambs in Dreams? It's ridiculous......

"Hey, old madman, according to what you said before, anyone who survives the hunt has a chance to leave the dungeon, right?"

Will curled up under the bed poked his head out slightly, his eyes widened and he whispered to Draenor, "It's true, but why do you ask this now?" Don't be babbling, let's hide! It's important to save your life! ”

"Huh, life-saving? What's the difference between surviving in such a broken cage and dying? ”

He could clearly feel some fire stirring wildly in his chest, the human instinct gradually obscured, and the darkness in front of him awakened the sleeping beast within him. The moment had come, and Draenor stood up and walked towards the iron gate with the smell of blood.

"Am I crazy or are you crazy!? Don't go near the iron gate! Do you want to turn into dung in a dungeon!? Will almost crawled on the ground and dissuaded Draenor.

"Didn't you say I wasn't qualified?"

The iron door let out a sharp wail, and Draenor's body gradually rose with hot steam, and he stepped forward, walking into the darkness without looking back.

"Keep your eyes open and see what a real beast is......"