Wenlesa stumbled between one passage and another, knowing that she was getting deeper and deeper into the mountain, but her prey was still nowhere to be seen. She had thought she would find a way to where Zeendari was, but now she felt that she was wasting her time, and that whenever she was about to go back to the original www.biquge.info of the Pen Fun Pavilion, she would enter another completely unfamiliar fork in the road.

Grimbaatar must not be alive, it seems to be playing with everyone in its middle, good or bad. She thought. She knew rumors about special places that seemed to have their own wisdom, and that they usually contained a lot of magic. And that's exactly what Grimbato is. There are few places on the continent of Azeroth that have been immersed in magic for as long as this.

She felt that going on like this without a purpose was definitely not the solution, so she began to mark some obvious places. Every time she turned, he would mark his right side. She felt that after doing this, she should not get lost in these complicated passages again.

However, a dead end suddenly appears and she has to go back, leaving her unable to determine her original mark. She took a few steps back, reoriented, and began her irritating march again.

Winlessa couldn't see anything she could recognize, and it became unusually troublesome to return to where she was.

Then, he heard some distant noises, which appeared to be made by the Black Palate Monster. It had strengthened her confidence that she was now able to determine her general orientation based on this, and that the voice might lead her to Zeendari.

These muffled sizzles seemed to be getting farther and farther away from her. Even if Wen Leisa sped up, she couldn't get any closer to them. To make matters worse, the roads were more tortuous than she had expected. She seemed to sense that something lurked in the deepest recesses of Grimbaatar, but he was now only thinking about how to find Zendari, and he was indifferent to any of them.

Most of the time, Winlessa relied on his eyes and the gems that appeared on the wall from time to time to determine her direction. These gems gave her a hint that her mind would not get so lost in her mind that she was now walking on the territory of the creatures who had lived or still inhabited the tunnel.

In fact, in a small room, he saw the corpse of a troll. This troll is supposed to have followed the orcs here during the orc invasion. The corpse was well preserved because of the shady underground. So much so that Winlessa was able to see some of the tattoos carved on his elongated body like dry wood. His pointed face was stretched to reveal a dead man's smile, and he had a dagger and dagger by his side. Wen Lesa thought they were all still usable, so she picked them up.

And then. She left the body behind, but her mind kept wondering: how did the troll die in it, with no visible scars, and even more suspicious was why his body was so well preserved after his death, as if he wasn't dead?

Because he had lost his way here and starved to death so close and out of reach of his companions, but Winlessa immediately rejected the idea.

As she gradually ascended into this passage. There were fewer and fewer crystals for lighting, and eventually they were completely gone. Frustrated, she retreated to the aisle in search of another path.

And this one is also a dead end.

Two more dead ends - she entered these glimmering paths, only to find that they were pitch black. Now, she felt that it wasn't just people like Zendari who were playing with her, even the mountain.

She stopped in front of a dark passageway, arguing with her thoughts. She felt that she had forgotten to finish the path by looking for what seemed to be the right one, so he walked straight into one of them.

There were faint voices coming from within it.

She couldn't make out what it was saying, but it was full of pain and exhaustion.

Even though it looked like a trap, she picked up the pace. While on the march. She tried to open her ears to hear more clearly, but the sound never came again. Wenlesa thought it was most likely an auditory hallucination she was too tired to have, but since she did, she wouldn't look back. Grabbing an axe in one hand and a dagger in the other, he cautiously walked forward in the darkness.

With each step, she felt herself go deeper into the ground, and with each sinking she tightened her grip on her weapon. Soon, she saw some bright lights not far away......

As she progressed deeper into the passage, the faint light grew stronger and stronger, eventually filling the entire passage. Wen Lesa finally saw the qiē on the wall, the carvings embedded in the wall were cruder than the previous ones. It is very likely that the creatures above are not aware of the existence of zài at all.

But...... Whose voice did she hear?

She slowed her pace, and there was a red light in front of him...... There seems to be another hall ahead. She gritted her jaws and cautiously leaned forward.

It dawned on her that she was getting closer to her destination. The colder it is, the colder it should be.

She felt that he should go back, even though she had come so far, but something was haunting her and she had to keep going.

She bent her knees and crawled inside.

Then the eyes were opened!

A huge secret room of fire and ice popped out in front of her. It was the bubbling magma in these massive pools of lava that emitted the scarlet glow seen earlier. It's packed with dozens of lava pools. The smallest was the size of her arm, while the largest was unusually wide.

The chamber was supposed to be so hot that Winlessa was sweating, but it was unusually cold, and one could see the vapor she exhaled.

Above there is an explanation for this strange incident: the roof of the chamber is full of incisive ice blades, which are clearly not the product of nature. When she entered the secret room, she immediately felt a biting cold, and the surrounding her was a cold, dead white.

It wasn't long before she discovered why this was the way it was. She saw one, and another, and another...... Then she knew it was full of all these things.

It's full of eggs, they're so huge, and the only thing that can give birth to them is one creature.

Dragon.

She walked over to the nearest egg. At first she thought the eggs were cracked, as she looked from afar as they looked like they were wrapped in something sticky like yolks, but when she got closer, she realized that it wasn't, the resinous creatures just wrapped it in good condition.

She stabbed the dagger on the dragon's egg, and then she knew what it might be. Meyatis. Her people had previously used a magical coating to preserve sacred relics and some very precious living creatures. It seems that someone has made an even more interesting attempt with it: to prevent these eggs from rotting.

Meartis is very good at protecting things, but Winlesa also knows why this secret room is alternating between ice and fire. It wasn't enough to just use Meyatis, and after poking her finger into the cloak, she was convinced that the owner of the cave wanted to control the temperature so that the life inside the eggs would not die.

Only now did Winlessa know how many dragon eggs were placed here. Not some, not a dozen.

Rather, there are hundreds. She thought it would take hundreds of years to collect so many dragon eggs......

She looked around. Then she realized that he hadn't noticed that the outer layer of Myatis would make everything look gray, but that wasn't the case with the eggs. Not only are they different in size and shape, but they are also different in color and shape.

These eggs are not just the eggs of the black dragon...... Among them are also the Red Dragon and the Blue Dragon...... (To be continued.) )