"Isn't the dissolution of the Brotherhood very hasty? After the hasty split, can it be cleaned up so clean?" Grian Storman was a little confused. Seeing the traces on the scene, it didn't seem like they were evacuating in a hurry.

The mine was very dark and there was no light at all. The young man had no vision of the undead. He walked in while holding the wall.

When he heard Grian Storman’s question, he didn’t care whether the other party could see it or not. He smiled all over his face: “I’m really not a fraternity person, I don’t know about your questions.”

They walked and stopped and searched around from time to time. Grian Storman thought that Edwin Van Cliff's body should be somewhere here, and he could find it patiently.

"Ouch! What is this?" The young man was walking, slamming his head to the wall.

He reached out to touch it and found that the wall was very long and blocked the entire intersection.

Then I found out that this is not a wall, there are branches and thorns. What is this? Why did it block the road?

Grian Storman, who had undead vision, discovered the vines blocking the road earlier than him.

He pulled out the rune sword: "Does go!"

The young man hurriedly ran to the side, and the next moment he saw the sword carrying ice, splitting a gap wide by a person on the vine. A scorching breath gushed out inside, and the temperature in the tunnel instantly increased by five or six degrees.

Several people walked in with doubts and found that their vision suddenly became clear, the hot magma, the burnt red rocks, and this extremely empty cave.

What the hell? Doesn’t this lead to an underground river? How did it turn into a magma river?

The fiery red figure flashed a few times quickly, and then slowly formed in front of the eyes of several people. She was wearing a long dress with plain face facing the sky, with a cold expression.

The fiery red figure looked at the few people and finally stopped on the Death Knight: "Hmm? Incredible, I didn't expect that I would meet again here at this time?"

Grian Storman held the sword in both hands, and was cautious: "His Highness Minaihill? Why are you here? If I remember correctly, you should be in the Outland now. Is this a conspiracy?"

The fiery red figure raised a finger and swung gently: "I just left a projection here. Of course I am not here. You are not here to find me, are you? Avenge Sylvanas? Not like. Did you come to the western wilderness to understand the people's sentiments? It doesn't look like a pity. I have always missed the days when we worked together. You are an old man with very noble moral character. Maybe you don't know that you have taught me a lot."

Grian Storman is not a fool, but many clues were not connected together before.

"You leave a projection here? That means you have a relationship with the Defia brothers? What is your relationship with Edwin Van Cliff?" He didn't expect the father-daughter relationship to go, because Vanessa really had no idea of ​​avenging Da Van. He could feel the subtle hostility when they worked together, but he had no murderous aura at all.

Grian Storman had a great idea for a moment, and even believed that Edwin Van Cliff was an important pawn of Lordaeron, or the iron guard around the princess.

Vanessa's projection was not interested in answering questions to him. She could talk nonsense in the foreign domain, but Azeroth couldn't do it. There was still a bronze dragon here. Although she didn't know why she changed so much in history, there was no bronze dragon to come to her for desperate efforts, she thought she should pay attention.

"Why did you specifically mention Edwin Van Cliff? Let me think about it, are you trying to resurrect him? It's really, leaving me speechless." Vanessa's projection pointed to a small cave on the side of the cave.

"The body has burned, and the ashes are inside. You have fought with him for so many years. I will put you two together."

Grien Storman glanced at the cave: "Your relationship is closer than I thought."

Vanessa's projection shook her head and chuckled: "Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, and tide returns to tide, that doesn't matter anymore, and you don't need to know, go to another world with doubts."

She said lightly.

The young man was shocked, so he ran away.

A vine suddenly emerged, not only tripping him, but also tied him up.

"Who is this guy?" Vanessa's projection asked. Just a vine spell, which made her projection erratic. At most, three more spells can be used, and the magic power in this projection will be exhausted.

Grian Storman was silent for a few seconds before he spoke.

"The whistleblower who MI7 bought with two gold coins was he who led the way for the assassin, and finally eradicated the Difia Brotherhood."

"Is Edwin Van Cliff worth two gold coins? It's so sad." Vanessa's projection sighed. Since she is not an innocent person, let's stay together.

"You can't beat me with this little power now." Grian Storman explained the facts, his basic eyesight was still there, and he didn't think he could not even beat a projection.

But Vanessa's projection of the following words made him a little confused.

I saw Projector coughing and pretending to be an old-fashioned tone.

"Look at who is here? Are there visitors to this kingdom of flames?"

Grian Storman looked at each other with the two Forsakens, who are they talking to?

Vanessa's projection tone became excited, and her arms spread out: "You may still remember Onyxia, the black dragon that I fought with in Black Rock Mountain, and she was also reborn in the flames!"

"I wish I could have watched her burn you poor guys to ashes with my own eyes, but I have something else to do, Knight Grien Storman, goodbye forever!"

After she finished speaking, she raised her left hand and several huge vines wrapped the three of them in place. This trick used her big druid's ability and consumed a lot of energy. The projection disappeared into the cave with a burst of laughter.

The magma river not far away suddenly exploded, and stones covered with flames flew all over the sky.

Although the young man was far away, he was not lucky. A piece of lava the size of a fist hit his head and hung up without even humming.

The next moment, the flames hit the three of them like rain.

The three of them were tied to the spot by vines and could only wield their swords to protect themselves.

"Dragon! Dragon!"

Even if Azeroth is not too closed, it is still a terrifying thing to suddenly encounter a dragon in a cave.

First, the winding dragon wings were spread out, and then the high-rise dragon heads were raised. The three of them reflected in the eyes that were not emotional at all, as if they were carrying flames. Finally, the magma river completely exploded, and the dragon body, which was more than 30 meters long, slowly stood up.

After nearly nine months of dormancy, the black dragon Onyxia finally ushered in rebirth!
Chapter completed!