"If you want to turn me into an undead, I will never agree. Death is just a cup of bitter wine to me. I am willing to drink this sweet and fragrant wine and wave away the stench and decay."
Robbie persuaded in a gentle mood: "Do you want to reject the withering flowers of the undead? Do you want to reject the yearning for power? The eternal and immortal undead are the ultimate beauty in the world."
"No, no, no, you can't convince me." Michatsviz's attitude was extremely firm: "I will never make Galakrond's mistake."
"Okay, I understand." Robbie took a step forward, and a strong force of death appeared in his palm: "Actually, I just informed you and didn't want to discuss it with you."
Michatsviz screamed in horror: "You can't do this to me, Korestraz, help me."
Dragons hate the undead, especially the red dragons who control the power of life.
Krasus stopped in front of Mihatswicz, looking uneasily at the power of death in Robbie's palm.
"Where does your power of death come from?"
"There's nothing that gold coins can't buy." Robbie explained simply.
Krasus stared at the dark atmosphere intently: "I know that some people use the power of death to survive, such as the archmage Merry Winterwind, and some trolls secretly study the power of death and try to resurrect their ancestors, but I have never
I have seen such pure power of death. Although I hate him, I cannot just watch him become undead."
Robbie stopped and asked, "Don't you want to save your queen? This is the only way to find out the truth."
"My queen."
Crassus hesitated, his eyes wandering.
Seeing this, Michatsviz burst into tears and cried: "Korastraz, you can't do this. I know you love the queen. I said, I will confess everything."
Robbie put away the power of death: "That's right, tell me everything you know."
Michatswicz glared at Robbie angrily and said listlessly:
"That day, the Queen left the Dragon Sleeping Temple without saying goodbye. I was keenly aware of something and secretly followed behind. The Queen flew to the top of the mountains of Grim Batol and slowly landed on the highest peak. I didn't dare to get close.
It can only be observed from the longest distance using magic."
"I heard the queen quarreling with someone, but she was the only one on the top of the mountain. After observing for a long time, I noticed that the queen was quarreling with her shadow. The shadow opened its teeth and claws, biting the queen like a demon, and they started fighting on the top of the mountain.
, I know that my meager strength cannot help and will only cause chaos, so I can only watch the battle anxiously from a distance."
"Of course, the queen won, and the shadow issued a vicious curse: You will never be able to change back to the dragon form. So the queen turned into a human form. The shadow fled down the mountain, but the queen did not pursue it. Later, I approached the shadow to find out.
The shadow turned into a rotten queen, drained my life force, and nailed me here to die."
Crassus frowned after hearing this. Could it be that the ancient evil from the Maw has always been hidden in the shadow of the queen.
"You're lying." Robbie pointed out rudely.
"No, I didn't."
The dark power of death once appeared in Robbie's palm, and he threatened: "It seems that it is more reliable to turn you into an undead. You said you would follow the Red Dragon Queen all the way. How could you not be discovered with your strength? You obviously
Knowing that Shadow and the Red Dragon Queen don't want to go up or down, would you have the courage to get closer and check?"
Michatsviz argued unconvinced: "I didn't lie and refused to explain to you."
"Hmph, I know everything." Robbie smiled mysteriously: "There are countless rotten dragon corpses hidden in the belly of the mountain. How do you explain it?"
Michatsviz was stunned for a moment and said sadly: "It turns out you know everything."
"What rotten dragon corpse?" Krasus was still confused.
"Okay, let me tell the truth." A wry smile appeared at the corner of Mihatswicz's mouth: "There is a laboratory built in the heart of this mountain. Her Majesty the Queen has been studying the power of death. The corpses of those giant dragons were collected by the Queen.
Come on, I'm the person in charge of the laboratory."
"What did you say? Her Majesty the Queen is studying the power of death?" Krasus quit and was about to argue a few words when he was pushed aside by Robbie.
Robbie nodded: "Continue."
"The thing is very simple. That rotting dragon corpse was created by Her Majesty the Queen. I saw with my own eyes that the Queen was imprisoned in human form by her and escaped with the help of the devil's soul. It's a pity that I was sucked into a dragon by her. That monster
I summoned Clostrez in the name of the queen, and I don’t know what happened after that.”
This time, Michatsevitz didn't lie.
Thinking about it carefully, this was just an experimental accident. Robbie couldn't understand why the Red Dragon Queen cooperated with the Dragonmaw clan and why she didn't summon her clan members to destroy the failed experiment?
What secrets are hidden here?
After everything was explained, Mihatswicz showed a pleading look: "Korestraz, help me."
Robbie turned and left, not wanting to offend the dignity of the dragon family, so he did not turn him into an undead.
After a long while, Krasus came to Robbie's side sadly.
"Is everything done?"
"Well, I burned his body with flames."
Crassus said sadly.
"I felt very useless. Before he left, he told me that the Queen has many laboratories, but I didn't know anything about them."
"Everyone has his or her own value," Robbie comforted.
"My value is to find the truth." Krasus tilted his head and thought: "I don't understand, what is the relationship between rotting corpses and the ancient evil of the Maw?"
Robbie tried to think differently: "Have you ever thought about why the Red Dragon Queen wants to study the power of death?"
The life of the Dragon King is almost infinite, and the Red Dragon Queen does not have to worry about the situation after death.
It seems a little unreasonable to know that the Red Dragon Clan hates the power of death the most, yet they still take risks to research it.
"Could it be that ancient evil that tempted or forced the queen to study the power of death?" Krasus thought of a possibility.
Robbie said seriously: "We can't interfere too much with history. We should try to be passers-by. All we can do now is wait and see."
Alterac is a small country.
At the end of the second war, the king and nobles were liquidated by the alliance, and the people were anxious, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Fortunately, Lord Presto emerged from nowhere and became the leader of this country with his outstanding charisma and strong kingly temperament.
In order to feed the orcs in the shelter, the entire alliance is in a state of food stress.
Not to mention that Alterac, with its country and family ruined, had already been wiped out by Terenas. For the sake of the orcs, he would not care about the life and death of the people.
Like magic, Lord Prestor brought out a large amount of food, calmed people's hearts, and organized an army to declare war on the Dragonmaw clan entrenched in Grim Batol.
Zuluhid got the news and personally asked the returning scouts.
"Did you see that army with your own eyes?"
The scout said sincerely: "Great Chief, I have seen with my own eyes that without armor, their weapons are wooden sticks, and they lack training, they are just a group of farmers."
Zuluhid smiled slightly and said: "Very good, Uther did not lie to me. Hum, even the Knights of the Silver Hand are my food. How can I be afraid of such a group of farmers?"