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"Your child is born." Belorel shouted to Crasus who was fighting. The dragon mage turned his eyes and suddenly opened his eyes wide. He stared at the little guy who appeared out of the eggshell, colorful colors and five heads.

"No!" Crasus screamed, feeling his heartache.

Bellorell was also startled and took several steps back in a hurry. "He seems a little different." Under the boy's gaze, the young dragon grew up. The sound of joints and skin stretching was extremely shocking, which was completely inconsistent with the laws of nature. "What's going on? Is he sick? Maybe I can help him."

"No, stay away from him."

Crasus yelled, but Belorel seemed not to hear his warning, but opened the bottle filled with red liquid and poured it towards the newly born colorful dragon.

This should be a medicine specially used for treatment. Bellorier thought to himself, and his mother told him to drop a drop or two on the wound as long as he was injured. If he remembered correctly...

The liquid immediately reacted when it touched the young dragon's body, but instead of letting the flesh and blood return to normal, it was a burning smell, which began to burn. "I'm wrong!" Bellorel was shocked.

"No, you did a good job." Crasus looked at the young dragon with flames lit all over his body, knowing that the colorful dragon was an abominable evil creature, and could not even be considered a creature.

This deformed experimental product was shaped by Nefarian. He tried to create a new race with the power of the five dragon races. In the Battle of the Black Stone Tower many years ago, Nefarian was defeated, which also meant that his plan was in vain. Crassus thought that the so-called colorful dragon no longer exists, but at this moment, the Twilight Hammer people obviously controlled this technology and applied it to the descendants of the Red Dragon Queen.

The Red Dragon Mage looked around in horror, and more and more Twilight Cultists were corrupting the dragon eggs. With the subtle sound of shattering, more and more colorful dragons with deformity and mutation were breaking out of their shells.

"I'm going to kill you!" Crasus was furious. He was angry that not only the invaders were twisting the unborn young dragons, but more because he had to destroy the corrupted children with his own hands.

"Mr. Deathwing will rule this world!" a Twilight cult murmured. Crasus rushed over and grabbed him and crushed his throat. Blood was flowing out of his mouth. "Everyone... will surrender... to him." The Dragon Mage tried harder, trying to shut up this guy.

A strange smile formed on the face of the believer, a weak but proud laughter. His hand suddenly grabbed Crasus's arm. A strange numbness came. The Red Dragon Mage noticed the dark magic in this guy's hand at the first time and immediately threw him out.

Crasus, who looked down at his arm, exclaimed. It was too late, and his arms began to turn black and were very fast, and he could not stop it without using all his magical means.

"No!" he whispered, "this is impossible."

"You too..." Belorel looked at Crasus with a pale face. He had known this red dragon for not long, but he really didn't want to see him become those young dragons. "Is there any way to help you?"

Crasus did not answer, but stood still, squinting his eyes and thinking. Such a big commotion occurred below the Dragon Mid Sleeping God, but no one came to help him. Crasus realized that something might have happened to the Queen, and since the Red Jade Temple was invaded, what about the holy places of other dragon tribes? The terrible thoughts made Crasus feel desperate. He accelerated the speed to eliminate the invaders. This time he no longer cared about hurting the dragon eggs.

The invasion seemed to be over, and the Red Jade Temple was trapped in the sea of ​​fire, but things were not over yet. The corruption continued, the corruption of the dragon egg and the corruption of his body.

"I wouldn't allow such a thing to happen. The Red Dragon Clan will never be distorted arbitrarily."

Crasus looked at the worried boy with apology and regret. Within a few seconds, he made his final plan and sighed heavily, as if he had made great determination.

"What's your name, child?"

Bellor gasped in the flames with difficulty and kept coughing. "Bellor...Belloror."

"Hope?" Crasus stared at him and nodded in praise, "This is indeed a good name." His eyes were filled with tears, and his face was struggling to squeeze out a smile. "Listen to me, Belorel, it's too late! They are all starting to hatch in a twist. I can't stop it."

"No." Belorel said, "I saw a dragon egg over there, fine." He pointed behind Crasus. The dragon mage also saw the most special one in the group of dragon eggs.

This is meaningless, that dragon egg will not hatch.

"Belorel." Crasus knelt on one knee in front of the elf boy and placed the intact hand on his shoulder. He wanted to tell him that for the sake of the whole world, the Red Jade Temple and other dragon eggs in the temple must be destroyed.

This requires a powerful spell, which requires the caster to use his own life as the conductor, and the spells are widely affected, and Crasus' time is limited, which means that Belorel cannot escape before this. He never understood why Belorel came here, but this may be God's will. There must be sacrifice!

The Red Dragon Master wanted to tell the boy the truth, but his dark and transparent eyes made Crasus feel like a thorn in his throat, and he couldn't say it. This child was innocent, and he should have lived... The Red Dragon could not say a word.

Crasus stood up and slowly closed his eyes. All the energy and magic in his body had been mobilized. The spell began, and he took a last breath and said, "I'm glad to know you."

Boom~~

Nathanos was awakened by the sound of thunderstorms outside the window. He was not sleeping, but lying on the stiff stone slabs with his eyes closed.

Today he did not stay in Altlank, but chose to stay in Shadow Tooth Castle for a day. There are many strongholds in the world. As the leader, he must be unbiased. He must inspect every place, especially after defeating the Lich King, the people need him even more.

How much time have I wasted?

Nathanos stood in front of the window and looked at the raindrops flowing downwards. During his meditation, he kept thinking about the name, the colorful dragon called Clomatus. Unfortunately, Onyxia could not tell him more.

The castle should be very quiet. Except for the sound of thunder and rain, Nathanos can still hear the disharmonious movement - the "hiss" sound when the magic unfolds.
Chapter completed!