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It was later transformed by Dragonmaw orcs.

A red dragon used for security capture.

The current condition of the fence is not much better than that of the previous hall.

Among them, blood flowed into rivers, and there were dragon corpses all over.

Even including four or five giant dragons.

Although the most powerful one is dead, its blood is still abundant.

I am afraid that he has reached the sanctuary during his lifetime.

Or infinitely close to this level.

Should be one of the top consorts of the Red Dragon Queen.

Seeing this scene, Pfister no longer had any luck in his heart.

Know that Deathwing can kill in time.

I'm afraid I have seen the history.

Chromie's journey is not over yet, looking here and there, and finally targeting the nearby orc shack.

This should be the residence managed by the animal pen.

Daily necessities, everything is available.

Chromie searched for a while, and finally found a secret door.

Then the two went down the stairs and came to a dark cave.

Then Chromie sighed: "Baristors should have died here."

Pfister had no doubts about this.

Because there is no need for the other party to lie.

Moreover, the depression on the ground in the distance, and the iron chains scattered on it, all show that a giant dragon was once tortured here.

It's just that it doesn't belong to this era, and it will be corrected after death.

Therefore, no direct physical evidence was left.

Thinking of this, he was a little unwilling and said, "Can you find any clues?"

Chromie was a little confused: "Let me try..."

Then she took out from nowhere a gorgeous staff with a blue crystal on the top.

Close your eyes tightly and mutter something.

After a while, her eyes lit up: "Yes, I have captured a fairly complete image, so let's go back!"

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The next moment, an illusion projected from the end of her staff:

In the dark and gloomy cave.

A dying bronze dragon bound with an iron chain was looking at a human man dressed as a nobleman.

And that human man Pfister once had a relationship.

Who would it be if not Deathwing's incarnation, Grand Duke Prestor?

At this moment, Deathwing snorted coldly and said: "I don't have time to go around in circles with you, should I say it or not?"

Barristols is in very bad shape.

After a while, he replied: "I've said everything I need to say... As long as I follow my plan, I will definitely..."

"Then don't blame me!" Deathwing cut off his words.

Then he took a stride, leaped high, and stretched his right palm towards the opponent's chest.

Not to mention that he looks pampered, without a trace of pyrotechnic palms.

Even Deathwing's avatar itself is nothing more than a drop in the bucket compared to his massive dragon body.

But now this small right palm is like the sharpest knife.

Instantly disembowelled Barristols.

Then Deathwing didn't stop, ignoring the opponent's wailing, and directly used it to stir up Barristols' chest.

Destroyed most of its important organs including the heart.

Immediately, he landed lightly.

He took out a handkerchief from his portable space and cleaned the blood on his palm.

This kind of injury can't be saved by gods.

But the dragon clan is a dragon clan after all, and its vitality is extremely amazing.

Barristols is not dead yet, and while drinking blood, he questioned: "Obviously... I tried my best to help you... Why... Neltharion!"

Deathwing showed a mocking smile: "Don't even tell the historical trend, dare to say your best? Do you really think that the great Black Dragon King will trust you, a bereaved dog of unknown origin, and be at your mercy?"

Then he snapped his fingers.

A shadow flame engulfed Baristols' body.

And add: "And you know too much."

At this point, the projection stopped abruptly.

At this moment, Pfister was slightly relieved.

He understood that although Deathwing had been reminded and was on guard, he hadn't been informed of the truly important future trend after all.

It is also a blessing in misfortune.

Despite the great disparity in strength, Pfister still decided to pursue it.