Onyxia looked at Li Ke, with a strange light shining in her eyes, but Nefarian on the side was not in as good a mood as Onyxia.
Because when he was looking for his sister before, he saw his sister caressing a dragon egg.
This is not a big deal.
My sister is a mature and healthy female dragon, and she has normal physiological reactions as she should.
So she will naturally lay dragon eggs, and most of these dragon eggs will hatch into baby dragons.
But how should I put it, these baby dragons are just baby dragons. Even if they grow up, they are just some trash. They will not be regarded as their own children at all.
Because they can't even understand the dragon's words and think independently, although there are some special varieties that can appear the dragon flames of the guardian dragon, these are all low-probability events.
There is only a very slim chance that a child born from a single female dragon can grow into a giant dragon, and it will be quite weak when it grows up.
This kind of giant dragon, Nefarian has one claw at a time, is not scary at all.
In the Black Dragon's judgment, people who are not equal in strength to themselves are not worthy of being called family members.
So Nefarian initially thought it was his sister having another maternal attack - after all, she was a mature female dragon.
However, he immediately realized something was wrong.
He can still remember what happened that day.
Now that he thinks about it, it is already a very far away thing, but every time he thinks about it, he will feel pain from the bottom of his heart, and it is as unforgettable as if it happened yesterday.
The day before, Blackstone Mountain:
"My dear sister, guess what I invented again? Oh! A suppression device! As long as I install this thing in my lair, the fire elements will be severely suppressed when they come in. Not only that, this
With a slight modification, the thing can also become a training machine for our young dragons, as well as a machine to prevent those experimental subjects from escaping!"
Nefarian was very proud to show Onyxia his newly invented machine that was very similar to a wooden stake, but in the past he would ask him if this thing could be used to torture people, and if he could give her a few hundred
Onyxia, who has thousands of devices, yawned without interest today and kept stroking a dragon egg.
"Yes, yes, Nefarian is very powerful."
Onyxia answered perfunctorily, but Nefarian couldn't help but frown.
Why was my sister so perfunctory with me today?
Although it was very perfunctory, in the past, my sister would still ask about the cost once or twice, and then laugh at me.
But why is it like this today, and--
"I started paying attention just now, my dear sister."
Nefarian swallowed and pointed to the dragon egg in Onyxia's arms. He had just noticed that this dragon egg was different, but the main reason was that his sister was here and he was embarrassed to ask.
And the dragon egg is not as important as the sister.
But now, he reacted.
On this dragon egg.
Why is the dragon so powerful?
And it’s so pure?
It's as clean as if they hadn't been integrated with the power of shadow!
This was at least ten thousand years ago!
This is impossible! He has studied it! He can be very sure.
In this world!
does not exist!
The so-called pure black dragon!
However, Onyxia's words shattered the research and persistence he had relied on for a while.
"Oh, this is the dragon egg I laid with a lost, completely pure black dragon, but, um..."
When Onyxia said this, her beautiful cheeks were full of helplessness and sadness, and Nefarian felt that his heart was broken, not just because Onyxia laid eggs with other black dragons.
, even more because she was sad.
The sad female dragon sighed, and she felt sad when she thought that Li Ke considered himself a human being.
"What's wrong? My sister! Do you need me to help you kill him!?"
Nefarian only thought of this solution.
At this point, he could only reluctantly kill his brother-in-law, and then go take care of his sister, an orphan and widowed mother.
No, an orphan and a widowed mother.
Nefarian's expression became quite determined when he thought about the spell he had developed to control the gender of dragon eggs.
"...It's no use. Didn't I ask you for a group of craftsmen before? They are those weak and useless trash, those idiots who work as spies so much that they think they are dwarves, and even drink lava wine like dwarves.
.My dear, I like them very much, but it is a pity that a black dragon as powerful as him can cause the same problems as those wastes."
"Do I need to kill him?"
Nefarian asked thoughtfully.
After all, problems arise only with waste, so naturally those who have this problem are also waste.
Nefarian remembers very clearly that his sister specially recruited some dragon people who were not doing their jobs properly. Those useless dragons were all chosen for their fucking majors!
If it were herbal medicine, pharmacy, or even engineering used to enhance the human body, he wouldn't treat them as waste.
In the end, what kind of mechanical structure should I study? What kind of architecture should I study? The only material science that is of any use, these sons of bitches also specialize in mechanical materials science and building materials science!
Is he good at biomodification?
To study mechanical structures and mechanical materials, shouldn't he go directly to the Titan ruins to get them?! The time you spent on researching materials that can barely be used to make some mechanical structures is enough for him to get the steel from the Titan ruins that can be used to build a flying fortress.
The finished product is out!
The brain is sick!
And does Blackstone Mountain still lack people to drive screws for him?! Or is it because Nefarian’s aesthetics are not good enough?
And because he has been a spy for so long, he considers himself a dwarf and a dwarf!
This means that the number of dragonmen has not been enough in recent years. After all, there are fewer people in the dragon legion. Otherwise, he would have to make these losers understand what the dragon's wrath is.
But unfortunately, he has quite a lot of such trash at his disposal.
Thinking of this, he felt helpless. The Twilight Dragon project was simple and easy to develop. Although he didn't like it, he was sure that if he did it, he would get results soon.
Although he is most interested in colorful dragons now and believes that colorful dragons are the future, it does not prevent him from despising the fact that his father has a big project in his hands.
After all, although Deathwing values technology, it's not Nefarian who talks about it.
But it's true.
Deathwing's research ability is similar to his current heart of justice.
Can't say no.
I can only say not at all.
Just when Nefarian fell into his own world, Onyxia spoke again.
