"Ha ha!"
The Black Dragon Princess let out a mocking laugh. It has to be said, this Black Dragon was very annoying. She Pride and unreasonable, relying on her outstanding strength and Mastery various dragon magic, and she didn't take humans seriously at all.
"You have no idea what's going on, human. King Varian is a cowardly coward. The Orcs' massacre of Stormwind City terrified him. Yes, he had the chance to kill those delicious Orcs, if he hadn't agreed to build the Internment Camp, but he didn't dare. He's cowardly and weak. King Varian isn't stupid. He knows that building Orcs internment camps will bring the entire Seven Human Kingdoms to collapse, and will displace the people, subjecting them to endless suffering. Why let his own people starve to feed a bunch of Orcs who slaughter humans? Do you think it's out of mercy? Foolish human."
The Black Dragon Princess laughed viciously, mocking King Varian hysterically.
"Because he was dominated by the fear of the Orcs from the bottom of his heart. Have you ever heard of Dragon Thrall? It's a kind of magic of our Dragonkin. People we kill become Restless Souls and serve us. The core principle of this magic is fear. King Varian was Orcs spy. He was destined to serve Orcs his whole life, to fight for Orcs, to eliminate their enemies, and finally to be eaten by Orcs. This was his tragic Destiny."
Robbie had to admit that the Black Dragon Princess's analysis made some sense. Putting Medivh aside, King Varian's agreement to the establishment of the Orcs internment camp, his full support for the Warsong Clan, his reluctance to confront the Orcs directly, and his repeated attempts to negotiate with Thrall did indeed stem from his cowardice and weakness.
My father was killed by the Orcs, my kingdom was destroyed by the Orcs, and they even have to cut the flesh of their own people to feed the Orcs.
Robbie frowned and said, "Human courage is finite. Princess Varian might not dare to fight Orcs, but if he wanted to kill you and your Black Dragon clan, he would show no mercy. He would muster all his courage."
The Black Dragon Princess paused, then stared intently at Robbie with her dragon eyes:
"Do you think an ordinary human can kill me? I am a Black Dragon."
Robbie carefully recalled fragments of history and asked, "Black Dragon Princess, have you heard of the Goldrinn Lo'gosh Goldrinn, as he possessed King Varian?"
The Black Dragon Princess let out another chuckle. While the laughter of a beautiful woman is usually a pleasant and enjoyable experience, the Black Dragon Princess's laughter was chilling.
"Just a Wild God. You ask if he can fly? Even if he were alive, he wouldn't be a match for me."
"That rude and Pride Black Dragon," Robbie cursed under his breath.
"What if we add the magical Elf Shalla'tor and Ellemayne?"
Black Dragon waved his hand dismissively, saying:
"I've heard of these two swords. They were the weapons of a pair of Elf twins War of the Ancients, one of Medivh's treasures. A simple disarming technique can render them useless. Weapons without a master are nothing. Besides, the scales of my Black Dragonflight are comparable to divine artifacts. Even if I stand still, he can't kill me."
Robbie was rendered speechless by the Black Dragon's arrogance.
But upon closer examination, it does make some sense.
The Black Dragon Princess is an adult Black Dragon with a massive body covered in steel-like scales. She can breathe high-temperature Flames, and a human with a fragile body would die if touched by even a tiny bit of her.
Add to that her powerful dragon magic—dragons can fly and cast spells in the air—and with so many advantages, Robbie simply couldn't understand how King Varian could kill the Black Dragon Princess.
"Black Dragon Princess, I have foreseen your Destiny; you are destined to be killed by King Varian."
Robbie's own words lacked conviction; he had lost faith and didn't believe he could persuade a Black Dragon.
What should I do? Should I just give up?
Just as the negotiations were about to break down, Earl Agramande stepped out from behind Robbie.
Can I say a few words?
Black Dragon Princess glared, revealing her fierce nature, but still nodded.
"Actually, slaying a dragon isn't that difficult for King. There was a King in Lordaeron who once killed Deathwing."
"A lie!" the Black Dragon Princess shouted.
"That's right, it's a lie," Earl Agramande said calmly.
"Actually, someone simply presented the King with a black scale; whether it was a dragon scale or not is debatable. So the King boasted that he had killed Deathwing, the Black Dragon Princess. Being in the King's position is the epitome of hypocrisy and lies. You're confident you can handle one Wild God, but what if a whole horde comes? I've heard some of them can fly. If the King brings powerful mages, Golems, and those ancient spells, do you think you can survive?"
"I see," Robbie understood the Earl's meaning.
A King is not only defined by his own strength, but also by his power, which allows him to mobilize a group of powerful individuals to help him, and then claim all the credit for himself.
"King Varian, why do you want to kill me? You must give me a good reason." The Black Dragon Princess finally believed that Varian was capable of killing her, but she didn't believe the King had any reason to do so.
Earl Agramande explained, "I have thoroughly studied the history of humanity in Azeroth and witnessed the rise and fall of too many kingdoms. I have concluded that there is an inevitable law of history. Every King, after ascending the throne, goes through a process of familiarizing himself with the affairs of state. During this time, he will make many mistakes, and a universally disliked person is needed to take the blame for all those mistakes. Black Dragon Princess, in the entire Stormwind City, who is more suitable than you?"
"The Earl is quite something," Robbie thought to himself, "Hitting the nail on the head right away." He was secretly relieved to have brought the Earl along; he had been a great help.
Black Dragon Princess was startled upon hearing this, her eyes narrowed as she listened intently. The Black Dragonflight possessed great wisdom, grasping concepts almost instantly.
Earl Agramande continued, "Look at the current situation in Stormwind City. I believe all the nobles are dissatisfied with the King. If King Varian were mindful of his reputation, he would shift all the blame onto you and allow you to spread your wings and run away—that would be the greatest mercy of him."
Robbie added, "And then there's Stormwind City, which is almost finished. If King Varian doesn't keep his promise, chaos will surely ensue. It would be perfect if an Evil Black Dragon took the blame."
The Black Dragon Princess was finally persuaded. Her eyes darted around, and a pair of dragon horns on her head flickered in and out of view, indicating that she was thinking. After a long while, she said with a vicious sarcasm:
"That's right, King Varian has no intention of keeping his promise. He's not going to give West Lake Wilderness to the Stonemasons' Guild. Earl Agramande, you're a complete idiot."
"What?"
This time, it was Earl Agramande's turn to lose his composure; his face turned pale, and he was filled with fear and unease.
The Black Dragon Princess proudly raised her chin, speaking with an arrogant tone:
"I admit, you've convinced me. Actually, I've had this worry for a long time, but I haven't come up with a good way to deal with it. I need to take precautions. So how about we make a deal? You teach me how to deal with King Varian, and I'll tell you all his schemes and tricks."
Robbie had no experience in this kind of thing and could only rely on Earl Agramande.
Earl Agramande nodded and said slowly, "It's not difficult at all. If I had your power, I could win over a group of allies through bribery, division, and threats, undermine the King's power, and make him addicted to wine and women, unable to extricate himself. After that, you could do whatever you wanted in the Kingdom of Stormwind."
The Black Dragon Princess nodded. "That's simple. The Queen has had enough of King Varian. As long as we find a chance to get her out of Stormwind City, the King, without any restraint, will soon fall into depravity. In exchange, I'll tell you that King Varian wants to leave Westfall to the Warsong Clan, and you are just food for the Orcs."
Robbie was slightly startled upon hearing this, but then he understood that this was an inevitable historical coincidence. Varian and Terenas, the two Kings, shared the same ambition: to conquer the world with the help of the Orcs.