Following the map given by Ysera, Drunken Wind begins to search for Deathwing's lair in his dreams. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before the Well of Eternity exploded, the entire landscape of Azeroth was very different, and it took a long time for Drunken Wind to reach Deathwing's lair in the dream.

Seeing the familiar place, Drunken Wind sighed.

"It's a shame that a lot of my engineering gadgets can't be used - or I'd give Deathwing a big gift!"

Shaking his head, Drunken Wind returned to the plane of reality and began to dive into the action lightly.

Strangely, there were no black dragons at the main entrance to the Deathwings' lair - only a few drogbals were bored in a snail race, shouting and competing to see who could find the snail faster.

"The custom of the zogbalsai snail originated very early." In the shadows, Drunken Wind shook his head, "It's been 10,000 years, and these guys haven't even changed the track......

These ancient drogbals are strong and stubborn, they are the product of the flesh curse of the ancient gods, and in many ways they want to be with the earth spirits, but the difference is that they are closer to the earth.

It was precisely because of these poor Drogbal's proximity to the earth that they were targeted by Deathwing and became his slaves - but in the eyes of Drunken Wind, these Drogbars were still very calm, without the slightest anger of being enslaved......

As Drunken Wind tiptoed into the depths of Deathwing's lair, two painful roars suddenly came from the lair, one of which was familiar to Drunken Wind from Deathwing, and the other from the other Black Dragon.

"Humph, rubbish!"

In Deathwing's complaints, the corpse of a black dragon is lifted out.

Hiding in the corner, Drunken Wind carefully examined the poor black dragon - it looked like a young female black dragon, her whole body was scorched, and her neck had strangulation marks, which looked like a dragon's tail. Based on the shape of the traces, Drunken Wind preliminarily judged that Deathwing had done it—no black dragon had such a thick tail except for him.

Due to the relative distance, Drunken Wind did not have a chance to observe closely, so it was impossible to tell where the black dragon's fatal wound was, but at this moment, he had already understood why Deathwing said that she was a waste.

After using the Demon Souls, although Deathwing defeated the dragon army and severely damaged the blue dragon, the after-effects were also very obvious - his body continued to crack, and shadows and lava poured out of the cracks.

Other times it's fine, but as the dragon king of the black dragon, Deathwing is tasked with reproduction after all, but who can afford a guy who is on fire?

In fact, this is the third black dragon to be carried out after Deathwing used Demon Souls......

"Call Henestella, call Henestella!"

Hearing Deathwing's cries, Drunken Wind silently sympathized with his mother-in-law, and then happily continued to the depths of the lair.

"It's okay now, I can guarantee that Big Chin doesn't have time to come and take care of me, mother-in-law, how hard you ......"

It's not that Drunken Wind doesn't want to help Cinestria, he doesn't dare - in case there is any butterfly effect, when he goes back and finds that his wife is gone, then who should he go to cry?

……………………

Perhaps because Deathwing's attention was drawn away by the happiness of the rest of his life, Drunken Wind's infiltration went smoothly.

Drunken Wind soon came to the deepest part of Deathwing's lair—not far away from a wall, a certain Black Dragon King was in an indescribable motion.

"I hope Deathwing doesn't have the habit of carrying demon souls with him......" Drunken Wind prayed secretly, "at least not now......"

In the showroom of Deathwing's lair, where Blackhorn said he had found the hammer of Kazgros, Drunken Wind saw the Demon Spirit.

Regardless of whether there was any vigilance magic or not, Drunken Wind stepped forward to take down the disc - and at this time, he noticed that there were many black dragon eggs on the platform not far away, and these dragon eggs seemed to be performing some kind of ritual.

"Did the Deathwing Corrupt Black Dragon start at this time?" Drunken Wind raised an eyebrow, "It seems that I can take care of this matter." ”

Thinking of this, Drunken Wind jumped directly onto the platform in the sky, and then sat on the ground.

"See Su Hug Pu!"

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but Zuifeng feels that since he came into contact with Garnia's branches, the effect of using skills such as seeing Su Baopu has been much better.

The white aperture spread, and the corrupted dragon eggs were purified by the drunken wind, and the aura of the ancient gods on them became lighter and lighter.

"Well, that's not going to work." Drunken Wind quickly stopped, "Deathwing is not a fool, if I purify all these dragon eggs, he will definitely be corrupted again." ”

Thinking of this, Zuifeng stopped seeing Su Hupu, put those slightly polluted dragon eggs, turned around and jumped off the platform.

This time, Drunken Wind didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and directly picked up the Demon Soul.

"Who's there?!" Just as Drunken Wind's fingertips touched the demonic soul, a majestic voice exploded in the lair, "How dare an ant snoop on my treasure?" You will die without a place to bury! ”

Unfortunately, Deathwing's intimidation didn't help.

Drunken Wind directly grabbed the dragon's soul in his hand, and although his soul was burned to the pain, he still cheered up and returned to the dream for the first time.

If it were something else, Drunken Wind would not be able to substitute into the dream realm so easily, but the Demon Soul itself contained a part of the essence of the Green Dragon, so this transfer was effortless.

On the real plane, Deathwing rushed to his collection room as soon as possible, the hammer of Kazgros was still there, but the demon soul was gone—he sniffed carefully, and found the smell of the emerald dream left by the drunken wind.

"Ysera, it's good...... Deathwing laughed angrily, "you're pretty clever—but I don't believe you can stay in your dreams!" As long as you dare to come out, I guarantee you will die! ”

On the other side, Drunken Wind, who had just entered the dream realm, threw the dragon's soul to the ground.

Hand pain!

Artifacts aren't that easy to deal with, especially evil artifacts like Dragon's Soul.

At this moment, although Drunken Wind's hands were in a soul state, they were completely burned, and the severe pain in his soul forced him to temporarily leave the demon soul aside.

"No, I can't just carry it like this, or maybe there will be some permanent damage, I have to find a way to get a container......"

"But I can't leave it here yet, it's a demon's soul......"

Just as he was drunk, he saw a familiar tall figure. (To be continued.) )