On the 5th of January, in Stormwind City, Countess Anristo's mansion, Princess Onyxia threw the thick stack of intelligence reports onto the ground.
"Haha! It seems like we've been underestimated! I was expecting something from this Duke Marcus who murdered our father. Unfortunately, pretending to have a military parade and then besieging the Blackrock Tower? What a boring move. "The one who spoke was a black-haired human man with a flaming crown on his head leaning against the wall.
Unfortunately, his appearance was similar to that of the Lord of Presto back then. Anyone who had seen the human form of Nesario would quickly associate him with the Black Dragon Clan.
He was naturally Nesario's eldest son, Nefarian.
Onyxia elegantly took a sip of the red wine in the glass. A drop of bright red wine flowed down the corner of her lips, making the black-haired dragon beauty look extremely flirtatious. "Heh! My brother, are you planning to let those filthy Orcs attack Stormwind City or the Iron Furnace Castle in advance? Or is your trump card Ragnaros, who is under your nest? "
"The Blackrock Orcs are just a bunch of slaves and watchdogs. As for the King of Flames … I hate communicating with such violent fellows because they can't be talked to properly. "Nefarian shrugged helplessly.
"Oh, in the end, you still choose to trust your toys?" Onyxia did not hide the sarcasm on her face.
"Hmph! Those precious experimental subjects will be the greatest support for me to rule over this land in the future! "Onyxia interrupted Nefarian before he could finish his sentence.
"Hahaha! What a joke! Your inferior toys might not even be enough to deal with the weak humans, and you still want to deal with the Dragon Army of the Dragon Slumber Shrine? "
Nefarian's face turned green. "Stupid sister! You don't understand the greatness of science! Instead, you've been staying in the human territory. Aren't you afraid of being discovered and surrounded? "
"Hahahaha!" Onyxia laughed again with an enchanting and evil tone. "The four Dragon Kings are not here, who can stop me? Not to mention, if they really angered me, I would burn down Stormwind City and kill their King William and Prince Andoine. Then, I would find a chance to kill that Duke Marcus. When that time comes, let Stormwind fall into disunity and chaos. "
"Humph! Arrogance and confidence were two different things. Since mortals could kill Archimonde, then our demigod bodies might not be that reliable. Be careful, my sister. I don't want to see your head hanging in Stormwind City's King's Valley next time. "
"You're the one. Just don't let the Fire Demon King burn you!"
The two siblings parted on bad terms.
That's right! Although the Black Dragons were individually very strong, their selfish characteristics made it very rare for them to be wholeheartedly devoted to the outside world. Even though they were siblings, they each had their own standpoints.
The Black Dragon siblings did not know that thousands of meters away, the youngest of the Windrunner sisters, Lilas, had activated [Dragon Tracking] and easily sensed Nefarian's arrival and departure.
"As expected …" Lilas sighed softly, and then disappeared into the night.
On the 6th of January, in the Feralas region in the southwest of the Kalimdor continent, a bloody and exciting gladiatorial tournament was about to be held in the arena of the Hammer of Misfortune.
Unlike the original history, the gladiatorial tournament had disappeared from the Eastern Kingdom because of the destruction of the Lordaeron Kingdom. But now, because of Queen Kalia's benevolence, she hated this kind of cruel and bloody killing, and cancelled the gladiatorial tournament in the Eastern Kingdom.
Where there was demand, there would be a market.
Perhaps it was because after the Second Battle of the Dark Portal, the Orcs had been slaves for more than 10 years that the gladiatorial tournament became popular among the Orcs.
Slaves from all over the world were sent to the Hammer of Misfortune in Feralas. They were forced to duel with each other, or fight against all kinds of dangerous creatures.
Of course, there were also Orcs who boasted of their bravery who volunteered to participate in the gladiatorial tournament. This was the only chance for them to legally kill humans in an environment where their chief, Sal, strictly forbade harming people from the Alliance.
Similarly, investors from all over the world who pursued excitement traveled thousands of miles, and even crossed the ocean to come here, just to watch the most exciting gladiatorial tournament.
On this day, at the highest level of the Hammer of Misfortune's arena, there was a new pair of guests in the VIP suite named [Dawn].
One had to know that this was not an ordinary VIP suite. Just the cost of the suite for a day was as high as 10,000 Arathor gold coins.
When the mysterious owner of the Hammer of Misfortune first set up this suite, he did not expect anyone to be so rich that they could afford the astronomical amount of 10,000 Arathor gold coins a day.
This was more like a "sky-high price", all for the sake of promoting the second-class [Radiant Moon] suite.
Who would have thought that today, a mysterious investor would appear.
"Cash payment, no credit allowed." Originally, when the goblin in charge of receiving the guests heard the request, he was already prepared to mock this mysterious tycoon who overestimated himself. He even called for the two-headed Ogre behind him, who only had one head left, to come forward.
This was because he had never thought that someone would pay for this.
From behind the investor, an attendant walked up and opened the Space Bag without saying a word.
"Crash!" With a crisp sound, a sea of gold coins that could not even be loaded into a carriage poured out in front of the goblin in charge of receiving the guests.
The attendant only said one sentence, "My master said that if there's more, consider it a tip."
After saying that, the mysterious sugar daddy, who was the leader, grabbed the blonde masked dancer and walked past the goblin receptionist in a dignified manner.
It had to be said that the [Dawn] VIP suite had some quality.
The windows of the suite were made with the latest one-way glass technology from the Iron Stove Fort. When outsiders looked in, it was a field of reflection. In the middle of the suite was a red velvet chair that looked like a large bed. It was very warm and comfortable to sit on.
There were two stoves on the left and right sides of the room. Outside the room, there were two dedicated human attendants adding firewood to the stoves.
There were a few ropes hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room, each corresponding to a service. With a pull, a specific bell would ring, and dedicated attendants would immediately come in to serve the guests.
The suite was divided into two entrances. The one near the arena was naturally for the distinguished guests.
Outside was the lounge for the guards and maids that the guests had brought.
Just as he entered the suite and lay down on the chair, the mysterious investor cast a spell to isolate himself from the outside world, and then revealed his true appearance.
Yes, he was Duque.
"Yo, Jaina, since the main character hasn't appeared yet, do you want to practice alchemy with your master?"
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