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"Nefarian?"

When hearing the familiar name from Welles, Sarlayan and Onyxia looked at each other, and both of them saw the unexpected and reasonable meaning in each other's eyes.

Although Nefarian began to obey Deathwing's orders a few years ago due to differences in ideas, but his arms could not hold back his thighs after all.

All his powers were bestowed by Deathwing, the fallen king of black dragons. Except for a few loyalists, most of the fallen black dragons still only recognize Deathwing... After all, his fist is big enough.

The power in Nefarian's hands is completely out of proportion to that of Deathwing. In order to avoid being attacked by his father before the wings are full, Nefarian can only increase his research investment in Twilight Dragon half-heartedly.

But from the standpoint of Nefarian, what he values ​​most is always the research of colorful dragons.

In Nefarian's cognition, the colorful dragon is at least the development of the dragon's own potential, and the twilight dragon... isn't this thing just mixing a lot of mixed void power into the black dragon's genes?

How dare you take it out as a research project? I bother!

Nefarian does not admit that this twisted mutant dragon species can become the future of the dragon race, and he resists the in-depth study of Twilight Dragon from the bottom of his heart.

But ideals are ideals, and life is life.

In order to save his own life and keep his useful body, Nefarian could only hold his nose and reluctantly joined the research on the Twilight Dragon.

According to the information Julian inquired from the radical Dragonmaw clan, the mysterious people who made deals with them should also be from the dragon clan.

Otherwise, it would not explain where the regularly delivered Twilight Dragon eggs come from, and the other party can always improve based on their feedback and needs.

"That guy Nefarian..."

Onyxia, who has always been calm and calm, showed a rare expression of confusion: "Isn't this a waste of dragon eggs!"

Sharlayan patted Onyxia's head comfortingly: "Think about it, Nefarian is not stupid, the black dragon eggs that have been polluted by the power of the void must be used for experiments."

"Anyway, he can't be saved, let him go and toss around."

"What I'm more concerned about is..." Sharlayan said with narrowed eyes: "According to the information provided by Sinestra, Deathwing should still have a batch of pure dragon eggs that have not been polluted."

"Who owns these dragon eggs now? Deathwing himself? Or Nefarian?"

Onyxia took a deep breath to adjust her mood: "None."

"As far as I know, the batch of pure dragon eggs was handed over to Sabrian for safekeeping by Deathwing, but in the case of Sabrian's death, even Deathwing himself didn't know exactly where the dragon eggs were. Where is it hidden?"

Valeera subconsciously looked down at the dragon skin armor on her body: "...Did we act too hastily at the beginning? If we knew this, we should have asked Saberian about the whereabouts of the dragon eggs before killing them." killed him."

Sharlayan spread his hands helplessly: "It's not our decision. Whoever let that guy offend Gruul, the dragon slayer, will die for nothing."

"Oni, listen to the meaning behind your words... Could Nefarian know the whereabouts of those pure dragon eggs?"

Onyxia nodded with a solemn expression: "Nefarian and Saberian have a good personal relationship. The two of them chatted very well on certain topics, and they have been quietly discussing some things that I don't know. secret."

"If there is anyone who may know the whereabouts of the dragon eggs hidden by Sabelian, it can only be Nefarian."

"That's what worries me the most."

Onyxia rubbed the center of her brows with a face full of headaches: "This time when I went home to visit relatives, my mother repeatedly told me to find a way to find out the whereabouts of those dragon eggs."

"Although the possibility is very low, what if Nefarian used the pure dragon eggs to breed the Twilight Dragon..."

"impossible."

Sharlayan categorically interrupted Onyxia's worries: "To Nefarian, the Twilight Dragons are nothing more than a product of compromise for self-protection. Eggs are used for the study of colorful dragons of their own destiny."

"Don't think about so many things that affect your mood. The top priority is to find out the whereabouts of Nefarian."

Sarlayan turned to look at Julian and Welles: "Dad, uncle, let's continue to split up."

"The badge of Falstad will be handed over to you for the time being, and Valeera will also accompany you to set off as my representative. The three of you will go to Cushaven instead of me to seek help from Delwin Stormhammer."

"Oni and I followed the clues to continue to trace the whereabouts of Nefarian and his mother, using two-pronged approach to force out each other's flaws step by step through the two lines of light and darkness."

Julian nodded solemnly: "Leave us to deal with mundane matters. With Valeera by my side to protect us, even if we encounter a black dragon, we don't have to worry about not being able to escape."

Welles patted Salayan's shoulder earnestly: "You two should also be careful. As the Black Dragon Prince, Nefarian will definitely have some capable subordinates by his side. Don't act impulsively."

...

The trio headed by Valeera mainly traced the bright lines of the internal conflicts of the Dragonmaw clan. If they could get the help of the local aboriginal guide Delwin, their investigation tasks would not be too risky.

In contrast, Sharlayan and Onyxia will most likely face the rebellious black dragon headed by Nefarian in the next investigation mission, and the difficulty coefficient will rise sharply.

After some discussions, Sharlayan and Onyxia came to the conclusion that Nefarian's delay in contacting him was probably due to Deathwing's eyeliner by his side.

Therefore, in addition to finding Nefarian's whereabouts, the two also need to identify who is Deathwing's eyeliner who is responsible for monitoring Nefarian.

After watching the three of Valeera go north to Coshaven, Sharlayan transformed into the avatar of Rukhmar and began a carpet-like investigation along the coastline.

According to the information provided by Julian and Welles, every time the Dragonmaw clan contacted the mysterious person, they could smell the strong smell of sea water on the person.

This means that Nefarian's stronghold is set up by the sea, and his body is inevitably contaminated with the smell of the sea.

However, according to Onyxia's speculation, Nefarian probably did this on purpose, in order to leave clues for Salayan and his party who would come to investigate the Dragonmaw clan with a high probability to find him.

"Are you using yourself as a bait? He is not afraid that I will really bring a large number of dragons to violently enforce the law?"

Onyxia smiled and shook her head: "As a member of the Dragon Clan, Nefarian knows the efficiency of Wyrmrest Temple better than anyone else."

"If the Dragon Clan is really overwhelming, do you think Nefarian will still be foolishly waiting there? That guy is more life-threatening than me."

"If my expectations are correct, before the reinforcements from Wyrmrest Temple arrive, Nefarian's hiding place should not be too secretive."

"Ha~"

Salayan suddenly said in a strange tone: "You are right, I seem to have found Nefarian's temporary foothold."

"ah?"

Onyxia looked up from the firebird's thick feathers in amazement and looked around: "Let me see, where is there...uh~"

"... Isn't this too blatant? How much does that guy look down on us?"

Even Onyxia herself, who proposed the possibility, felt very speechless at this time.

Nefarian's stronghold is actually recognizable at a glance...if it is in the air.

A small lonely island stands on the sea beyond the cliffs in the northeast of Northeron. From a high altitude, one can clearly see a deliberate sign through the rocks and architectural layout of the island—a very conspicuous Faucet sign.

"emmmmm..."

Sharlayan rolled up his dead fish eyes and looked at the small island below: "I think, I can probably guess why my mother hasn't moved for a long time."

Onyxia rubbed the corners of her brows dumbfounded: "Inas doesn't know the tacit understanding between us and Nefarian, if she sees this scene of losing her mind, her first reaction will definitely be that it's too obvious. trap?"

"Thinking in another way, if I were her, I would definitely not rush to scare the snake in this situation, but would hide in the dark to figure out the reality of the other party before making a move."