Zzeraku shone brightly, but not because of himself. He was weak, unusually weak, and sometimes he even thought that those who tormented him would finally give him the relief he had been dreaming of these days.

As an energy creature, the Void Dragon was almost completely dissipated...... However, the shackles of spells and magic kept him from crumbling. His captors need a lot of material from him, and they need the essence of the Void Dragon to complete their reality.

To make matters worse, they often use him to feed the hungry products they created not long ago. The Void Dragon was rarely afraid, but since Zzeraku was captured, he truly understood the meaning of the word.

First, without warning, he was imprisoned in that strange airtight box, and in the horror of gloomy claustrophobia, he was taken to this faraway place, and then, to his horror, he found himself trapped in the bondage of this magic from which he could not escape.

Now, the worst thing has happened...... He will be slowly devoured alive by the product of their evil magic.

Zzeraku had been a spreader of fear rather than a feeler, so fear hurt him more severely. However, fear also breeds his anger and vengeance, and even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will escape, kill all his captives, and devour their magical essence.

Unfortunately, he has not had such an opportunity so far. He tried to break free again with his own strength, but he still couldn't break through the confines of the magic. The pain of fighting them was nothing compared to the pain that he would be helplessly eaten up again. Unless......

Zzeraku is a creature of energy, and the monster craves energy.

An idea gradually crept through the Void Dragon's mind, and this reasonable thought made a smile appear on the Void Dragon's thin face.

Yes, soon they will be coming to feed their real yàn products...... Now Zzeraku almost can't wait.

It's full of dragon egg keepers, and Rom can slaughter to his heart's content. He raised his axe, pleased with the watch of his left hand. No dragonman or evil blood elf could pass him, and he would give them a taste of the wrath of the Copperbeard Dwarves.

He knew that Glinda's gaze was on him. She's a brilliant lieutenant, but she's too concerned about his recent affair. Rohm realizes that this is because she thinks he is becoming more and more convinced of fate, but he only thinks that fate is real.

Although she did not approve of tonight's raid. In order to prove that they are worthy of their mission. Rom risked his life and led them to the cave that led to Grimbaatar. This time, there are no magic traps waiting for them.

The dwarves cautiously advanced. Humans and other races think that dwarves are too rigid, but that's just a misconception. Rohm researches the patrol routes of Lady Death's guards, and this time he believes he understands the changes he will encounter.

There are no expected pitfalls here. He discovered this fact when he captured a black palate monster.

These sentinels are just ordinary sentinels, not make-up blood elves.

However, Röhm had another, more pressing reason to approach there, one that even Glinda didn't know. Röm wanted to sneak into the cave entrance of the nearest mountain, even if only on his own. Only by bravely seizing the opportunity can we fully understand the truth behind those eerie howls.

At the same time, he felt that he could not let anyone else take risks. This matter is his own.

The soft touch of his feet made the dwarf stop. In a way, they have a slight advantage over the Egg Keeper and the Dragonmen. Their terrain is low, which makes it easy for them to withdraw from the enemy's sight. Especially on such a dark night. Their enemies have good eyesight. But Roma bet the dwarves have better eyesight than the dragons.

A huge figure of a dragonman armed with a shield and a giant sword came into view. It's no surprise that they're black, as the Blood Elves and their companions seem to have a very similar relationship to Deathwing. However, despite the fact that these egg keepers wore breastplates, there were no signs on the breastplates to indicate which dragon they were loyal to. Which dragons are the same.

There is no indication that these creatures owe allegiance to Deathwing himself, or to his descendants, Onexia, Nefarian, or other well-known Black Dragons. But Roma saw some clues. The fact that these creatures are happy to serve the blood elves and their companions is enough to say something. Add to that the terrible cry that worries Röm even more. "If you can capture it alive," he whispered to Glinda, "that's for the best." It's not bad if I have to kill it, I don't want to do it again. ”

The dwarf muttered in understanding. She signaled to the other dwarf. The dwarves slowly surrounded the lone guardian of the dragon egg.

Then, something caught the dragonman's attention. It let out a purring and purring call, and there was an immediate response from the cave.

"Get down!" Röm commanded in a low voice. No sooner had Glinda warned the other dwarves than another draconian appeared.

Röm waited for more guards to appear, but in reality there were only these two guys on guard. Rom's lips showed a grim smile that he didn't dare to let Glinda see. Caves have never been more inviting. The two Dragon Egg Keepers are difficult to deal with, but Roma has faith in his warriors.

However, before he could give the signal, something that caught the attention of the first guard caused the dragonman to go in the opposite direction of the dwarf. Röm held his breath and watched in frustration as the dragonman left the best ambush spot. He had even hoped that the second guard would get to that position.

After the second guard trotted to follow, the first guard tightened his weapon and walked towards a bush of withered oak. Röm tried to find out where all his warriors were, wondering which warrior had made the Egg Keeper so interested in the place.

Suddenly. One arrow burst from the neck of the eggkeeper who walked ahead, followed with a second screeching sound

But the eggkeeper only shook it, and then he roared, pulling both arrows out from under his thick skin. Another dragon egg keeper caught up. The two guys couldn't wait to start inspecting the woods.

Another arrow hit the first Egg Keeper, an act of surprise that seemed to Rom to be a brave move. However, Rom soon changed his mind when he saw a lanky figure leap out of the bushes and pierce the dragonman's chest with a sword burning with scorching flames, which awakened Röm's horrific memories of the time he lost his arm.

The dragon egg keeper let out a painful and surprised sound. No sword could pierce its hard skin so lightly, it was simply incredible. But the dragonman soon recovered. A heavy axe slashed at his foe. (To be continued.) )