Nightmares plague Crassus, most of them the reenactment of memories he doesn't want to have. How the queen and companion he loved, as well as the young people of his tribe, were enslaved by the orcs. Crassus saw the red dragon killed in battle, used like a hound by the orcs who enslaved them.

Another scene was mixed in: an evil and handsome nobleman, the demons of the Burning Legion, a grand gathering......

Some of these memories did not take place in Grimbaatar, but they were connected to it in various ways. Crassus tried to wake up unsuccessfully, he felt so weak. These nightmares and memories went on in their own way, ignoring his feelings.

Then the painful hallucinations vanished, replaced by a sense that he was not alone....... It doesn't matter where he's lying now.

"You don't look like most people," the mocking voice eventually woke Crassus up. "I can't tell which branch of our elves you belong to. ”

The sudden shock spread through the red dragon mage, who roared angrily and opened his eyes suddenly.

Unfortunately, the first thing Crassus saw was tears that blurred his eyes.

He tried to move his arms and legs, and found that they were tied, and the chains alone could not bind him, but an unbelievable sense of weakness permeated the captive's body.

"Aha, you're awake. Approaching him was a blood elf with a sadistic smile. "Much better, I try to be polite as much as possible, after all, we can be friends......"

Crassus stared at the staff the Blood Elf was holding, exactly the same as Elidy's. At first, he feared that Elidy had been caught as well. Then he remembered what he had done at the end of his life: teleporting her to a place near Grimbaatar, and perhaps she would have peace of mind.

But Crassus and Karek were not so lucky.

The young blue dragon was also tied up and lay next to him. Karek is still unconscious, and he now looks like a warrior rather than a dragon. The people whom Crassus hoped to capture them had not yet recognized their identity.

Unfortunately, the Blood Elf quickly shattered his little wish, "You are dragons. I mean both of you are...... It's funny, and it makes things go in unexpected directions. ”

Crassus didn't have time to waste on a minion: "Where is he? Where is your wicked master?"

"'Master', I, Zendari, have no master......" The Blood Elf pressed his staff against Crassus's chest. "You'd better be able to speak in a more respectful tone with someone who can give you hope......"

The Red Dragon Mage looked at him with a new meaning. However, at this time, the blood elf's eyes moved behind him, and he complained softly: "It's really not the right time...... casually the blood elf picked up the staff and retreated into the darkness.

Crassus's keen instincts kept an eye on the Blood Elf's trajectory as it left, but he didn't show it until the dark figure disappeared from the room. To save yourself and Karek. Crassus kept a close eye on his surroundings for an opportunity to escape.

He eventually discovered the reason for his weakness. A sharp golden shard hovers in the air, just out of limb reach. The magic cast on it was very skillful, and Crassus knew the skill it took to make the fragment float at a certain height.

Except for the debris, there was nothing unusual in the entire room. This shows a kind of confidence of the person who actually captured Crassus—the blood elf has indirectly confirmed that he is not the real person in charge here, and has confirmed the identity of the figure in the darkness. Some of the words the Blood Elf said haunted Crassus, and just before he left, he mentioned "she" instead of him. She......

"Onexia......" The dragon mage gasped. Yes, now he knows who he is. I don't know why. Deathwing's eldest daughter survived. Now that everything is clear, she is waiting for what she wants to do with him in the end.

Not only did she inherit her father's will, laying dragon eggs in her lair in the southern part of the Dust Swamp, but she even became a member of the Presto family, disguised as Katana Presto in Stormwind in an attempt to dismantle the Alliance's leadership.

However, she still crossed the line, and her plot against King Varian Ureon was reaped in disguise. At last. King Varian and a brave team drove her back into the Dust Swamp and, at great cost, killed her, at least as the people thought.

She's cunning enough. Most likely, Varian was fooled. Onexia and her brother are among the smartest of the dragons, but unfortunately they are used in the wrong place. Nefarian has even fulfilled part of his father's and sister's career, creating a colorful dragon. In fact, his career was similarly ended when a group of brave warriors allegedly killed him. But if Onexia had learned from him, he would have been able to explain most of what happened to Grimbaatar.

A dull voice caught his attention. A dwarf-like abomination creature hurried in. It seems to confirm that the captives are still here. The team that defeated Crassus had such a creature in it. On closer inspection, it appears to be a hybrid between a dwarf and a dragon, and even a dragon and an egg protector can be considered handsome compared to it.

The creature ran towards Karek and looked at him with a hungry look. Crassus had no doubt that he could eat living creatures with gusto. He stared at it with all his strength until it realized what he was doing.

The released spell shone on its forehead, releasing light. The creature gritted its teeth and fled in terror.

Crassus didn't expect his weak spells to work, but he hoped to at least scare the guy away. The plan worked, but he grew more tired and weak, more subject to the shards of evil.

Then he felt someone approaching again, and this time there could be no mistake, it had never been so close......

The mistresses of these slaves strode into the room. Through the thin veil, she looked down at Crassus with a mild interest, her eyes filled with great satisfaction. "I'm sure you're okay?" Her attention turned to Karek, "Who is this handsome young blue dragon, and I'm so glad to have you two......" (To be continued.) )