"Why seek verification from the Black Dragon Princess? The nobles of Stormwind City all know that Countess Prestor Katrana Prestor is King Varian's closest advisor and most trusted and loyal assistant. Even the King's guards are Dragonkin soldiers. She won't say a word."
Robbie had already figured this out at tonight's banquet, so he wasn't surprised at all, but he still asked, "How did the Black Dragon Princess gain King Varian's trust?"
Earl Agramande sighed, "This has been said for a long time. It was already clear shortly after the Orcs internment camp was established that Lordaeron's national strength was insufficient and it was bound to collapse. Unfortunately, King Terenas kept advising against it but insisted on his own way. At that time, we even gathered assassins to assassinate the King."
"Assassinate King Terenas? A good idea, why did it fail?" Robbie asked in surprise.
Earl Agramande looked dejected. "We've discussed this carefully. With King Terenas dead, Prince Arthas will inherit the throne. Unfortunately, he's too young, and someone needs to help manage the government. In terms of power and prestige, that person must be Uther. In that case, the power of Lordaeron will fall into the hands of the Lightbringer. Uther is a feeder of the Orcs; he'll definitely kill the people of Lordaeron to feed Orcs. Besides, he's too powerful; assassination is impossible."
Robbie nodded. He knew Uther very well, and history proved that Uther and the Order of the Silver Hand he led were indeed the ones who killed the people of Lordaeron and fed them to the Orcs.
"So we set our assassination target on King Varian. Varian has countless Bastard Son, but unfortunately, none of them are recognized as Princes. Once he dies, the lineage of the House Wrynn will be cut off. No matter which noble ascends the throne, they will not have any sympathy for the Orcs. At that time, we can raise our voices and lead the allied forces of the six great nations to put pressure on Lordaeron, thus solving the Orcs problem once and for all."
Robbie shook his head after hearing this. It was a naive idea, wishful thinking. No matter which nobleman was in power, he still needed Medivh's approval, and in the end, it would still be a King Varian.
"The assassination was almost complete, but unfortunately, the news leaked out. Varian was terrified and hurriedly summoned his strongest warriors to protect him. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Black Dragon Princess became King Varian's most trusted confidante. In addition, she delivered supplies to the Warsong Clan, a task that no one else could accomplish except the Black Dragon Princess. Varian trusted her more and more."
Robbie lowered his head and thought for a moment, "It's alright, we can find a way to make the Black Dragon Princess one of ours."
"How could that be?" The Earl clearly didn't believe it.
How will you know if you don't try?
One should act within one's capabilities.
When you are weak, you need to be cunning, cautious, and walk on thin ice to survive in the cracks.
Once you are powerful enough, you won't need to worry about these things.
Earl Agramande initially refused to confront a Black Dragon.
"Wait, what are you doing? Don't provoke a powerful Black Dragon, especially the short-tempered little female dragon; she'll eat us."
Robbie ignored him, raised his right hand, and a bright Holy Light enveloped the Earl, who flew out of the window like a shooting star.
In an instant, the two appeared in a cave on the back mountain of the manor, the residence of Countess Prestor Katrana Presto, where deafening snoring stimulated the Earl's nerves.
"Are you crazy? That's a Black Dragon! Wait, why am I here? What kind of power is this?"
This was the application of Runic Magic, using the power of Holy Light to teleport a short distance. Seeing such miraculous power, the Earl was relieved and nervously followed Robbie into the Black Dragon Princess's boudoir.
Deep within the cave, accompanied by Thunder snoring, came a sweltering heat that nearly cooked one alive. Only Robbie's help shielded the Earl from the heat allowed him to venture deeper into the cave.
On a huge stone bed, the elegant and noble Countess Prestor slept soundly.
As a newly matured Black Dragon, the Black Dragon Princess's control over her power was far from exquisite. When she fell asleep, the power of the Flames leaked out, and she also found it difficult to maintain her shape-shifting magic.
An image of a huge Black Dragon rose and fell with her snoring, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry. Earl Agramande was uneasy and trembling. His legs went weak, and he barely managed to stay upright.
Robbie, however, saw the little Black Dragon's weaknesses and shortcomings.
"What should I do?" Robbie stroked his chin, deep in thought.
Earl Agramande said, trembling, "I don't think disturbing a Black Dragon's Sleep is a good idea."
Robbie shook his head. "The Black Dragon can fly now, and I'm worried about scaring her. A frightened Black Dragon insists on escaping, and I can't keep her here. Do you have any way to gently wake her up?"
Earl Agramande wiped the sweat from his brow. "If you're worried about that, I can help."
Taking a deep breath, Earl Agramande shouted with a booming voice:
"Delicious, juicy, and fragrant roasted Orcs meat, first come, first served."
"What? Roasted Orcs meat? I want it medium-rare, with lots of sauce." The Black Dragon Princess awoke from her slumber. Once awake, her control over her power was much more focused, and the sweltering heat and the image of the Black Dragon vanished.
Like a greedy puppy, the Black Dragon Princess sniffed around, and upon finding no Orcs she liked to roast, her face quickly darkened, her snake-like eyes fixed intently on Earl Agramande:
"Earl lord, this is no game. You're too old, not fresh and appealing enough. But I wouldn't mind having a late-night snack delivered to my door."
Earl Agramande was terrified and quickly hid behind Robbie.
Robbie faced the Black Dragon Princess, Countess Prestor Katrana Presto in human form, and, in order not to scare the Black Dragon away, spoke in as polite a tone as possible, "It was I who asked the Earl to wake you, Your Excellency Countess Prestor."
The Black Dragon Princess scrutinized Robbie intently, her dragon eyes narrowing slightly as she said warily, "I smell the Holy Light. How could such a powerful being exist among humans? I've seen Uther the Lightbringer; he's a joke. You must have been sent by Guardian Medivh?"
Why do you believe I am subordinate to the Guardian Medivh?
Robbie countered with a question, only to realize he'd been tricked when he saw the Black Dragon Princess's contemptuous sneer. This cunning Black Dragon... but it was for the best. If she thought Robbie was Medivh's henchman, she probably would have run away already.
"Black Dragon Princess, you are doomed! Your death is imminent!" Robbie's sudden warning startled the Black Dragon Princess, who took a step back and asked in confusion:
"Human, I acknowledge your strength, but I am a Black Dragon. Unless Medivh comes in person, who can stop me? I don't think your threat is effective. At least in Stormwind City, I am safe."
Robbie said seriously:
"Your purpose is to protect King Varian. If King Varian gains great power, he will kill you first and then pin all the blame and punishment on you. You little Black Dragon, you should know that with the abilities of the Guardian Medivh, it would be easy for King Varian to gain power."