The task of cleaning up the Twilight Dragons was left to Zuluhid and the Blue Dragons, Patrick was basically on the sidelines to supervise the battle, and the walrus people who had arrived from the port of Moyaki were also fighting on the ground.

Patrick and Illidan are basically not involved in the external battle, these Twilight dragons are sent by Father Twilight to send them to death, Patrick himself knows this, and Father Twilight's real goal is those dragon eggs under the Temple of Dragonsleep.

Patrick's spiritual power sensed that although the battle outside was fierce, the battle under the Temple of Dragon Sleep was the same.

A large number of Twilight's Hammer followers poured into the Five Dragons Sanctuary, casting evil magic on the dragon eggs scattered throughout the sanctuary, a hybrid of life force and arcane power, fighting those Twilight believers, Patrick can conclude, it is Crassus.

"I'll leave the business to you." Patrick said to Illidan, "It's not peaceful under the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, and I need help." ”

The Five Dragons Sanctuary under the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep exudes the power unique to the Twilight cultists, and Alexstasa is probably distracted by these Void Dragons outside, ignoring the Five Dragons Sanctuary.

After a flash of blue light, Patrick's figure appeared at the bottom of the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep, a group of intruders around the dragon egg, they all have all races, the only thing they have in common is that they are all wearing the dark maroon and black robes of the Twilight Hammer, constantly instilling evil magical energy into the dragon egg.

Crassus, or Claostraz, did not breathe fire or use magic. The invaders of the Templars were scattered among the precious dragon eggs of the dragons, and Crassus was in the form of the original red dragon in the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep, and he stretched out his huge dragon claws to grab the cultists and grab them to pieces, but the death of his companions did not affect the Twilight cultists in the slightest.

However, many Twilight cultists spotted Patrick who suddenly appeared, and the Watchman cultists rushed towards Patrick with a shout, but in the next second, they were killed in the flames.

"Is that you?" Of course, Crassus knew Patrick's face, which was also the reason why Crassus was frightened, because Dalaran and Quel'Thalas had a very unpleasant quarrel before, and if Patrick attacked him now, under the fierce fight, these dragon eggs would be completely gone.

"If there is a problem in the Dragon Sleeping Temple, the blue dragon will naturally come to the rescue, and the blue dragon is a member of the Arcane Convention, and I will not stand idly by."

"Now is not the time to speak, drive out these intruders first." Patrick had burned the Twilight Cultists to death before, and what he said now reassured Crassus a little.

Two top mages working together, these ordinary Twilight cultists are no opponents, however, their focus is not on fighting Patrick and Crassus, but on unleashing some kind of magic on these dragon eggs.

Soon, the crisis of the Twilight cultists was resolved, and Cleostraz landed next to a pile of dragon eggs, lowering her blood-scaled dragon head and gently touching them.

But, unusually, one of the dragon eggs hatched just like that, and a disgusting puff of reddish-brown smoke rose from the egg, and Crassus saw a small, misshapen, colorful young dragon with round eyes and a giant dragon that retreated straight back.

A terrified Cleostraz stretched out a dragon claw and tentatively touched the young creature, and there was a soft sound, and more and more dragons began to burst out of their shells, hatching all screaming, misshapen, colorful broodlings and twilight chicks.

"Be careful, they've fallen for the dark magic of the Twilight Cult, and it will infect you." Patrick reminded Crassus.

And now, Crassus suddenly realized that his front paws had turned purple and black, and that plague-like magic continued to spread.

Someone laughed in a low voice, weak but full of triumph, which attracted the attention of Crassus and Patrick: "In this way, all your children and grandchildren will become the children of your master, for the great Deathwing." "One of the cultists muttered to himself that he was a troll, with dark blue skin, and that Clyostraz had crushed his abdomen, and blood was flowing from his mouth to the fangs, but he was still alive, though he was already out of breath and not in breath." All your dragons...... It's all going to Lord Deathwing......"

"Nope." Crassus whispered. "I won't allow this to happen, I'm going to destroy myself and ...... with my children, not with them on the wrong path. ”

The Twilight Cultists laugh again, weakly but triumphantly, and the troll begins to cough, blood spitting out of his mouth. "We're still—still winning."

Lacus stared at him, then remembered what he had said. "What do you mean by 'all the offspring'?" The cultists remained silent, struggling to breathe while still squinting at him. "How many are infected? Tell me! ”

"All dragon eggs!" The troll exclaimed triumphantly, his eyes bright, his smile unusually bright. "All dragon eggs! All Temples! You're too late! They're all hatching right now, and you can't stop them. ”

"Do you know why I didn't just burn you?" Patrick was on the sidelines, slowly speaking to the troll.

“？？？” Crassus looked at Patrick in bewilderment.

“？？？” The Twilight Cultists looked at Patrick incomprehensibly.

"Because I want you to be desperate when you see your plot destroyed." Patrick smiled.

As early as more than ten years ago, Patrick began to study dissociation energy, and constantly improving, improving, after the invasion of the natural disaster, Patrick also taught the newly developed dissociation energy to the Magister Legion, so that they can slowly contaminate the plague and strip it from the land of Quel'Salas.

Although progress is slow and energy-intensive, it is only a matter of time before Quel'Thalas, known for his Magic Kingdom and energy supply, is on the line.

"The process of extracting energy may be a little painful, you have to endure it." Patrick's spirit moved, and the entire bottom floor of the Dragon Sleep Temple was isolated from a kind of space, and the miraculous thing was that the hatching of the dragon egg seemed to stop.

"Hmm." Crassus's massive dragon head nodded twice, staring at the dying troll.

Patrick channeled a strip of silver energy, connected to Crassus' front paws, and began to slowly pull away from the dark corrosion of the Twilight Sect. Soon, the black area that had spread to his body stopped, and then immediately after, the silver energy emitted by Patrick began to turn black, and the black area on Crassus's body faded to the front paws, and finally disappeared completely.

The troll's eyes widened, and he could never have imagined that all their hard work had been in vain.

Crassus returned to normalcy and trampled the troll to death with a single kick: "Thank you for your help, you saved the future of the dragons. ”

"No, not yet." Patrick shook his head and looked at the dragon eggs around him: "The dragon eggs here are all contaminated, and there is no way for me to help you remove the pollution in a short period of time." ”

"If left untreated, all the dragon eggs here will hatch quickly in a short period of time, perhaps into colorful dragons, or into twilight dragons, controlled by Deathwing." Take a look at the latest chapters of "The Arcanist's Claw Book House of Azeroth" for free reading for the first time.