Flor is a down-on-his-luck nobleman who lives in a damp basement in Stratholme.
When Robbie saw his dilapidated dwelling, an old, ancestral bed, and trash scattered everywhere, and especially when he learned that the man only had one decent piece of clothing, he immediately felt cheated.
If I hadn't heard of the fame of "Flore's Dragon-Slaying Compendium", I probably would have turned around and left immediately.
"I possess the secret recipe for slaying dragons, but I'm asking for a thousand pieces of gold. Is that possible?"
Flor lit an oil lamp, casting a tiny glimmer of light into the dim basement. A large rat, nibbling at the corner of a table in the corner, looked up and Anjing watched the two of them after sensing the light.
"If I could really slay a dragon, what would a thousand pieces of gold matter?" Robbie muttered.
A bright light burst forth from Robbie's fingertips—the power of Holy Light —to signify his identity.
"So you're a esteemed Paladin, my apologies for not recognizing you sooner."
With a respectful expression, Flor invited Robbie to sit in the only chair, while he sat on the edge of the bed. Soon, a beaming expression appeared on his face, and he began to boast about his family's glory and history.
Robbie listened patiently. In the Azeroth Continent, it was a tradition to boast to strangers about one's illustrious ancestors, and how much of it was fabricated or exaggerated was probably unknown even to the storyteller himself.
It turns out that the Flore family was once very prominent. Flor's great-grandfather was a minor lord in the Stratholme region. His family was wealthy and he had once beheaded a Troll priest in a small-scale war against Trolls, making a great contribution and earning the appreciation of a certain Rivendare. He was considered a warrior of some renown.
This young lord had a fertile manor, his own small Castle, a beautiful and virtuous wife, and well-behaved and adorable children; he lived a carefree life.
One day, a Blue Dragonflight flew over the territory and rested for a while on the hill behind the small Castle. Flor's great-grandfather accidentally saw the elegant Blue Dragonflight and, for some unknown reason, became obsessed. He suddenly had the idea to create a mechanical dragon that could fly in the air.
Humans have long dreamed of flying. On the magical Azeroth Continent, flying is not a difficult task, as there is a lot of magic that can make it possible. Even flying machines have been invented long ago, such as large airships and helicopters for Dwarves and Gnomes.
It's hard to imagine how a wooden propeller could withstand the pressure of the wind.
In fact, the Dwarves ' helicopters are not entirely the same as Earth's helicopters in principle. They mainly rely on the power of magic for climbing, while the propellers only serve the purpose of turning and stabilizing.
To realize his dream, Flor's great-grandfather spent a great deal of his family fortune, but unfortunately, his magical talent was limited, and the process of developing the mechanical dragon did not go smoothly. Before his death, he passed on all his research results to Flor's grandfather and established an ancestral precept: even if only one member of the Flore family remained, they must create a mechanical dragon.
Flor's grandfather learned from his mistakes and took a different approach, focusing on the characteristics of dragons. Although he failed to develop a mechanical dragon, he became a famous dragon research expert.
This ancestral precept, passed down to Flor's father, exhausted the family's last fortune. Servants and servants had long been dismissed, and the Castle and manor had been mortgaged. In poverty, Flor's father passed away, leaving him only an ancestral bed and a pile of useless mechanical dragon blueprints.
Impoverished Flor had no time to study mechanical dragons; he abandoned his ancestors' dreams and indulged in alcohol and women.
In his quest for money, he worked out blueprints for a mechanical dragon and inadvertently discovered a secret.
Although mechanical dragons cannot be created, the third generation of Flor has made remarkable achievements in the research on dragons, discovering many of their weaknesses. If a sufficiently powerful warrior were to master these techniques, it would be entirely possible to slay a dragon single-handedly.
So, Flor compiled this information into a book titled "Flore's Dragon-Slaying Compendium," boasting himself as a great dragon-slaying warrior and fabricating many legendary stories of dragon slaying. With his silver tongue, he really attracted the attention of many people.
Although no one believed Flor's nonsense, listening to Flor's logical, well-reasoned, and witty account of his dragon-slaying adventure was a form of entertainment, and Flor even received invitations from many nobles.
"Believe me, Robbie, our Flore family tradition is to be truthful. Everything recorded here is true. To observe the Dragons ' flight, my grandfather risked his life to go to Dragonbone Plains and lived next to the Wyrmrest Temple for thirty years, observing the Dragonkin's daily lives. These are invaluable experiences."
Robbie accepted "Flore's Dragon-Slaying Compendium" with some skepticism.
After flipping through the first few pages, Robbie nodded; it was interesting.
Robbie noticed a section describing dragon flight and made detailed comparisons with birds.
Birds have hollow skeletons, relatively large wings, relatively short digestive systems and well-developed respiratory systems, fast-beating hearts and powerful blood circulation, etc., which dragons do not possess.
Compared to birds, dragons are too large and have insufficient wingspan. Their flight principle is not quite the same as that of birds, relying on a combination of magic and aerodynamics.
Without magical support, dragons not only cannot fly, but they might even be crushed by their own weight.
The secret to slaying dragons lies in how to break the magic that dragons use to support their bodies and fly.
The Foror's Compendium of Dragon Slaying also explains the origin of the five Dragons. The five Dragons of Azeroth were created by the Titans based on the Proto-Dragons, rather than evolving in accordance with the laws of nature. This resulted in their bodies being imperfect and having some minor flaws. However, the power of the Titans was too great, and the dragons themselves found it difficult to change themselves.
In fact, the Dragonkin had long been aware of their own weaknesses, which is why they had to keep a low profile and reduce their opportunities to contact the outside world to avoid being exposed.
The Black Dragon Clan painstakingly conducted various experiments, hoping to create the perfect Dragonkin.
Flor's father had witnessed the final battle between the Red Dragon Princess and the Black Dragon Princess from afar. Contrary to the Legendary, the battle was not evenly matched; in fact, the Black Dragon Princess emerged victorious. Flor's father realized that the Black Dragon Clan had become adept at concealing their weaknesses, while the Red Dragon Clan clearly could not.
Overcoming the weaknesses of the Red Dragon Clan is not easy; it requires immense power. The power of the Deity should be sufficient. Robbie carefully read through the Foror's Compendium of Dragon Slaying and found it satisfactory.
A thousand gold coins was no problem for Robbie; he obtained a thousand gold coins from Baron Rivendare and bought "Flore's Dragon-Slaying Compendium".
Robbie knew very well that he should never blindly trust others, and that even things that seemed to be the truth needed to be verified.
Inside the church in Stratholme, Robbie found Arthas.
"I will slay the dragon, and kill the despicable Red Dragon princess and her minions."
Robbie said solemnly, "I need your help, Prince Highness. Your Restless Souls must monitor the Red Dragon Princess and his subordinates 24 hours a day, recording their routines and habits."
By verifying the information obtained from surveillance with the Foror's Compendium of Dragon Slaying, we can determine the authenticity of this book.