It was in the midst of that terrible peak, beneath the crater—far deeper than where Sinaisaya had been—though it was still not the end of the pit. In this dark cavern, another behemoth began his action. The annoying intruders are gone, and now they are safe......

He was surrounded by dragon eggs, the dragon eggs that Xanasaraya thought had been sealed in those special caves, the damn red dragon thought they had been destroyed. There's a lot of room down there to store them, and there's a lot of room for them to grow like that until they hatch -- when the time comes.

You're a helpful puppet, too, and he remembered Hinaisalaya. You're haggard here, you're always haggard. You are always eager to fulfill the dreams that you thought were your own, and jealousy, and hatred, have turned you into my most powerful instrument. Yes...... And from your mistakes, I have come to understand more and more how my plan should go......

Deathwing laughs out loud, and that's the only way he mourns his ex-spouse. She lives like a marionette according to someone else's script, even when confronted at the end with that abominable Claustraz.

The frenzied Earth Guard shook the old rival off his mind, and he happily played with a dragon egg beside him. Dagonax is a defective product, but it's quite interesting. Deathwing's ex-spouse has carved out an interesting new direction in her experiments. But now he has discovered the failures of Xinaisaraya. His twilight dragon—the apt name, it would be perfect—was now thankful for the whispers that kept echoing in his head. His Twilight Dragon is his.

Everyone thought the Earthguard was dead, and Deathwing now had plenty of time to plan his grand plans...... He had plenty of time to undo the mistakes made by his careless sons and spouses...... Make sure that no one, no one - not even Clais Ostraz, no one will perceive this qiē. By the time they found out, it was already too late......

The dragon's age is over, and Deathwing imagines the foreseen future. The night of Azeroth has come...... In the darkness of the night, the old dragon legions will be overthrown by the new forces...... After that, a new dawn will come......

My dawn, and the new world......

"Lin Yue. Lin Yue. In the blur, Lin Yue seemed to hear someone calling to him, but when he wanted to hear clearly, he couldn't wake up.

"Hey, something seems to be wrong. Medivan looked at Lin Yue, who was still asleep, and muttered to himself.

He raised his hand. Soft energy emanated from his hands, enveloping Lin Yue's head. Medivin tried to return Lin Yue who was trapped in the Emerald Dream Realm, but after a few minutes, he gave up. The powerful Emerald Dream Realm is so powerful that even Medivan can't forcibly intervene. can only wait for Lin Yue to wake up by himself.

At this time, Lin Yue seemed to be in the void, and he didn't know where he had come. But he knew that the long dream he had had seemed to have gone wrong. I should have woken up, but I was still trapped here, with no way out.

Helpless, Lin Yue could only move forward, trying to find an exit from here. He kept walking, and he kept walking, and he didn't know how long it took. A door of light appeared not far in front of him. Lin Yue was overjoyed in his heart, and immediately walked forward quickly, stepping directly into the light gate.

But in the next second, he knew that it was wrong. This seemingly exiting door of light is not a way out of the dream at all, but an entrance to another dream world.

Eric behind the bar. He was busy wiping the ale from the demon's skull. At this time, a stranger walked in.

The Demon Guest Star Hotel is rarely visited by the living. It's often a busy day, and it's rare to see a fresh face. Since they were all regular customers, Eric remembered almost everyone by name: he didn't care who patronized, he cared if the guests had money. Isn't it hungry and thirsty?

The man sat down, looking like he was waiting for someone, looking for something, certainly not looking at the dark wooden walls anyway. Of course. Even if he wanted to, he might not be able to see it clearly. The inn has no windows, and the only light fixtures are a few torches. He didn't look like he was looking at the small round wooden stools scattered on the floor. Eric never bothered to set up his tables and chairs, and guests sat wherever they liked, as long as they wanted.

After a while, the stranger stood up and walked over to the wooden bar. Asked, "Is there anyone to say hello?"

"Nope. Eric said. Spending a fortune on a waiter seemed to him completely unnecessary. If guests want to drink, they can come to the bar and order it themselves. If they drank too much and couldn't even go to the bar, he didn't want them to drink anymore. Drunks are especially fond of fighting. Eric runs a quiet inn.

The stranger slapped a silver dollar on the bar with a "snap": "What's the most expensive wine you've got here?"

"Wild boar spirits from the North Estate. Beast wine, brewed in ......"

The stranger wrinkled his nose and said, "No, no orc wine." ”

Eric shrugged helplessly. People's preferences for alcohol have always been bizarre, and he has seen firsthand people fighting over which is more delicious, beer or corn whiskey, and the heat is no less intense than talking about politics and religion. However, whether the gentleman in front of him likes the orc's wine or not is none of Eric's business. "Then a glass of corn whiskey, made just last month. ”

"Deal!" The stranger slammed his hand on the tabletop, shaking the husks, kernels, and some crumbs that had been piled on top of it. Eric only cleaned the bar once a year - it didn't look like a demon skull - and the guests didn't bother to look at it. Eric felt that it was unnecessary to take the time to clean up a place that everyone was ignoring.

A soldier who often came to the shop to drink grog wine - and a regular customer - turned to the stranger and asked, "Can you talk about what makes you hate orc wine so much?"

The stranger shrugged. Eric struggled to remove the bottle of corn whiskey from the cupboard and poured some liquor into a decently clean glass.

"I don't hate this wine, sir—I hate orcs. The stranger held out a hand, "My name is Margoz, a professional fisherman." I have to say that I am not very satisfied with this season's harvest. ”

The soldier neither stretched out his hand nor introduced himself. "It only goes to show that you are not a good fisherman. ”

Sensing the hostility in his words, Margoz lowered his hand and picked up the glass of corn whiskey. "Sir, I am a good fisherman - the harvest was good every season when I was in Kultilas. If it weren't for the form, I wouldn't have come here. ”

The merchant sitting on the other side of Margot shouted, and the spit star flew into the ale in front of him: "Very good, are you here to resist the Burning Legion?"

Margot nodded: "I'm sure most people come here for this reason. I thought I could make a new life in Theramore on my own, but—it wasn't possible, those damn greenskins had taken over almost all the waters. ”

Eric agrees, but he disagrees with Margoz's conclusions. He himself came to Theramore after the defeat of the Burning Legion. Not to go to war - when the war was over - but to inherit an inheritance. His brother Olaf died in battle with the Burning Legion, leaving Eric with a large sum of money. With this money, he can open a hotel that Olaf has always dreamed of opening after demobilization. In addition, he was given a demon skull, which Olaf had cut off with his own hands on the battlefield. In the past, Eric had never thought of becoming his own boss, but he didn't have anything special to do anyway, so he simply opened an inn to commemorate his brother. And Eric is convinced that people who live in Theramore will flock to it. Because the name of the inn symbolizes the defeat of the demons, it is very significant for the establishment of the city-state. Things turned out to be as he expected.

"I do not agree with this view," said the soldier, "fisherman, since you have been in battle, you ought to know what the orcs have done for us. ”

"The problem is that I'm not sorry for what they've done, sir," said Margos, "but for what they're doing to us." ”

"They took advantage of it. It was a captain who spoke, sitting at a table behind the soldier, "even in Ratchet City." The goblins are always happy to leave the repair points and docks to the orcs. Just last month, I waited half a day to get a vacancy. And the orcs, who arrived two hours later than me, were immediately in their turn. ”

The soldier turned and said to the captain, "Then change places and don't go there." ”

"It's not like you can't go if you don't want to. The captain scoffed.

"It's like they sometimes have to go and fix it. The man sitting next to the captain spoke—Eric thought the man was the first mate, for they were dressed very similarly, "and they cut down all the oak trees on Mount Orgrimmar for the sake of shipbuilding. Look what they've left us? Useless spruce, that's all. They hid all the oak trees, and that's what they did, and kept all the good timber for themselves. Thanks to the soft garbage, sooner or later our ship will leak to the bottom. ”

A few voices whispered. (To be continued.) )