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"What are you going to do?" Onyxia took a step back alertly, staring at the person who threatened her.

Looking at the nervous look of the Black Dragon Princess, Nathanos couldn't help but laugh. These races who claim to be above mortals would also be afraid.

"Don't be nervous." The smile of the witherer was too sharp compared to the cruel tone. Anger was like a fireball in the lungs, stirring in Onyxia's blood.

"Do you know? If a person is imprisoned for too long and has no one to talk to, let alone two years, his spirit will be destroyed by loneliness within two months." Nathanos stared at Onyxia and looked carefully. "It seems that you are very special."

Onyxia smiled disdainfully, "Two years are just a blink of an eye for a dragon."

The dragon clan is like the night elves, and they will not care about it for a hundred years, let alone just two years.

"No matter how different the Dragon Clan is from the mortals in the concept of time, the passage of time is the same for everyone."

Nathanos's strange words made Onyxia become more and more confused the more she listened. The Black Dragon Princess could not guess what the purpose of the undead was.

“So what?”

"Do you know? I was also imprisoned." said the Withering One, "That was a long time ago. It was during World War II, and I was arrested for offering war strategies to the commanders of the alliance and stayed in the cage for several days. That experience made me understand one thing: when people are lonely, they always find something to do. In addition to eating and sleeping, the way they can pass the time is memories and predictions."

"Memories and predictions?" Onyxia raised an eyebrow.

"No, memories and predictions." Nathanos' tone became stern. "Recalling his past and predicting what may happen in the future. And these will become memories!" His right index finger and middle finger pointed side by side at Onyxia's forehead.

Suddenly, a trace of irrational doubt filled Onyxia's heart. She seemed to understand what Nathanos was going to do, but she doubted that it was possible? No one was more good at spiritual magic than Black Dragon, and using such magic to deal with her is undoubtedly stupid.

"Do you think you can do it?" The black dragon smiled calmly, as if he thought the wither had lost his mind and was talking nonsense.

"I said you will be the first to witness the power of Wagri."

Onyxia looked at the wither, recalled the Forgotten gave her food, kept her in a cage like a pet, and then blocked her from the outside world. Every day she recalled many things about the Black Dragon Legion...

"No, don't even think about it, I will never allow it..." Before Onyxia could change back to the dragon form, an energy that hit the back of her head suppressed her.

"We'd better stop wasting our time." Nathanos saw the spell coming from Kira, and he carefully placed the crafted bow and arrow in the snow to dissipate heat, and then said to the other Wagris: "Get started."

Onyxia felt as if the doomsday had come, and she was weak all over. There was a melody produced by seven pairs of wings constantly flapping in her ears. This melody was urging her, and she could only see the shadows of Wagris and the others circling her on the ground. Soon, the second, third, and fourth spell popped out from the fingers of the other three Wagris, and the suppression of Onyxia several times forced her to kneel in the snow.

She raised her head with all her might and let out a painful scream. She hoped that the shrill roar would tear apart the withered person who was watching the show.

"Master, are you ready?" Agatha asked. She and Daschila and Alsula were waiting for Nathanos' orders.

"Let's start, I want to see all her memories."

Three Wagri nodded to each other, landed in front of the Black Dragon Princess, and chanted ancient spells at the same time. Onyxia saw three black halos surrounding her and slowly gathered under her feet.

The moment the halo seemed to be about to be integrated into her body, Princess Black Dragon took a breath, and her heart beat seemed to be slowing down. In this tense situation, when her memory was about to be stolen, she actually relaxed.

No, no. She was sure that this was not her original intention, but the few Wagri's spells, because her thought of resisting was about to disappear, and even the most terrifying thing was that her mind was no longer thinking of some means of torture to death by the wither, but memories she had seen and known in the past.

"She has too many memories."

"Filter out the useless ones," said Nathanos. "I only look at the Deathwing, Nefarian, and his mother, Hinestra."

“As you wish, Master.”

The next second, Onyxia confirmed that this was Wagri's trick. Her memory kept flashing the fragments of the three people in the mouth of the Withered One. From ten thousand years ago to now, the plans and actions she knew about the Black Dragon Legion are no longer secrets. There were eyes peeking at her brain, and the Withered One seemed to be deeply attracted.

Onyxia would never allow a mortal to blaspheme herself so much. She tried hard to turn her mind and imagined some strange false images to interfere with the witherer. Nathanos soon frowned. This move seemed to have a certain effect, but the subsequent side effects made Onyxia almost faint, and her head hurt violently. The side effects of resistance made her muscles cramp all over her body.

It was really incredible. Nathanos had never expected that the Black Dragon Legion had secretly carried out so many terrible plans on the continent of Azeroth. Some were already in the past, but some were still in progress. Onyxia was just a princess after all, and her crazy father might have planned something behind her back.

At first, Nathanos was worried that Onyxia's memory would not have the answer he wanted. Now he was completely relieved. Onyxia not only knew it, but also was very familiar with the dark purple dragon mentioned in the latest report on the Forgotten, the Twilight Dragon, which is also related to his brother.

"Amplify the memory of Nefarian." The Withered could not wait to order, and soon he saw it more clearly.

The human in one picture took two steps back and placed the dragon egg on the ground. "Now, let me see the latest research results."

The human being stretched out his hands, holding a staff that emitted light purple energy in one hand, and the fingers of the other hand were shaking, probably casting spells. He recited a spell, and a black arcane energy shot out from the head of the staff and wrapped around the dragon egg.

A piece of eggshell fell down. Nathanos found himself eager to see what would happen next, just like Nefarian in the picture.

The egg kept shaking like a tumbler.

"Ha, it looks good." Nefarian gloatly picked up the little guy who broke out of the egg.

Nathanos couldn't believe what he saw. He was sure that if he still had breathing, he should have stopped now.

The little guy who came out of the egg actually had five different colors of heads, and his body to his neck was covered with strange spots. He showed an extremely twisted and pathological appearance. His tiny chest was undulating and slime all over his body. Now its ten eyes were looking at the person who witnessed his shell...

The pain of the wave faded away, and Onyxia collapsed to the ground, trembling, unable to breathe for a long time. She opened her eyes weakly and saw a pair of dark shoes stopping in front of her. The wither was looking down at her.
Chapter completed!