The Orcs are incredibly powerful; if you can control Orcs, it's entirely possible to conquer Azeroth.
But this is a force that is not easy to control. Both King Terenas and King Varian paid the price for their ambitions, and most tragically, it was the innocent people of both countries who bore the brunt of this cost.
"The King has left the Westfall to the Warsong Clan?" Earl Agramande was stunned, hardly believing his ears. "Countess Prestor, is this true? You're not lying to me, are you?"
"Why would I lie to you, poor Earl Agramande? You are sometimes of some use." The Black Dragon Princess looked at the Earl with sarcasm. It wasn't that she lacked wisdom, but rather that she lacked experience in this area and needed a schemer to guide her.
"Earl lord, please tell me, how should we deal with the Guardian Medivh?" The Black Dragon Princess asked with some worry. Despite her arrogant and domineering Black Dragon Princess, she also showed some fear when Medivh mentioned, and said sullenly:
"As you can see, I am just a young Black Dragon who has just come of age. My father, Deathwing, was defeated by Medivh and the Dragon Aspects, and his fate is unknown. If I were to usurp King Varian, what if Medivh came after me? I have no confidence in escaping from his clutches."
Earl Agramande fell silent; he had little understanding of power.
Humans can easily become confused by their blind worship. In the Earl's eyes, the Guardian Medivh was like a supreme Deity, an all-knowing and all-powerful being, and he could not possibly plot against a god.
Robbie disagreed. He had dealt with Medivh more than once, and in his view, Medivh was not a god, but just an ordinary person lacking emotions and desires, a powerful sorcerer.
"Medivh is a human being, and all humans have weaknesses," Robbie said frankly. "Common human weaknesses include pride, laziness, looking down on others, and Pride. Medivh possesses all of these. If King Varian could handle certain matters himself, he would never lend a hand."
"You mean you want me to deliberately let King Varian defeat me?" the Black Dragon Princess asked fiercely.
"No! It's actually quite simple. If your scheme fails and Varian wants to rebel and reclaim his power, remember, never kill King Varian; it's pointless. You must learn to be patient and feign death, letting him succeed. Be content with the apparent victory. Of course, your tricks won't fool Medivh, but he certainly won't interfere."
The logic is actually quite simple. Suppose Varian announces to the world that he killed the Black Dragon Princess, would Medivh personally go and find the Black Dragon Princess to tell him that he killed a fake one?
Given Medivh's personality, he would never do something so pointless.
The Black Dragon Princess hesitated for a moment, her tone tinged with worry:
"In other words, all that's needed is an illusion. I can piece together a fake body from my brother, but it will only be a defective product, capable of using simple claws and tail attacks, and at most, deep breathing. It's impossible for it to possess magic. Who would believe such a lie if a Black Dragon that has lived for a thousand years doesn't know magic? I don't think it can fool many people."
"You're overthinking it, Black Dragon Princess," Robbie comforted her.
"Believe me, you only need to deceive King Varian. No one dares to question a King's achievements. You can lie low and act in secret. Of course, once isn't enough; you need to prepare to fake your death at least three times. This lie can be sustained three times without anyone suspecting anything. People always like to find various reasons to defend their King."
"What do we do next?" Black Dragon Princess asked again.
"You just need to lie low and not let anyone notice you. When Medivh loses his freedom, that will be the moment you see the light of day again. Considering you have lived for over a thousand years, that day is not far off."
At Robbie's urging, Onyxia, the Black Dragon Princess, VanCleef, the leader of the Stonemasons' Guild, secretly joined forces.
Black Dragon Princess revealed King Varian's detailed plan: deep within the Wilderness where the Warsong Clan operated, an ancient Altar had been discovered, and Varian planned to use the Altar for a large-scale teleportation.
The Black Dragon Princess demanded Magic Gems from the nobles not because dragons like shiny things, but because these Magic Gems were for building Teleportation Array. The Black Dragon Princess was very knowledgeable, and she was in charge of this Teleportation Array.
"Not to boast, but Varian's perfect plan was personally devised by me." The Black Dragon Princess didn't forget to add a touch of bragging, "After Stormwind City was completed, the King pretended to keep his promise and allowed the Stonemasons' Guild to enter Westfall. Then he would order you to build an Altar was actually a Teleportation Array. The Magic Circle I designed was so that no one could see through it."
The Black Dragon Princess said smugly, "The Teleportation Array is activated. The Warsong Clan will be teleported from the Wilderness of Lordaeron to the Westfall, where they will face a group of exhausted and unarmed bricklayers like you. You will be torn to pieces and eaten by the Orcs. King Varian will negotiate with Grom Hellscream in the name of peace. It's perfect and flawless."
Even someone as seasoned as Earl Agramande, who had witnessed countless conspiracies and intrigues, couldn't help but tremble upon hearing such a vicious plan. Robbie, staring at the Black Dragon Princess's smug expression, added maliciously:
"Afterwards, King Varian will pin all the blame on you, Black Dragon Princess."
"Alright, yes, I did overlook that." The Black Dragon Princess was quick to admit her mistake. "Earl Agramande, now we must unite, for our own sake, and we need my strength against your schemes."
Robbie left the manor late at night.
The seeds of conspiracy have been sown; they are just waiting to take root and sprout. Earl Agramande is cunning and shrewd, and Black Dragon Princess is extremely cunning. The young King Varian may not be able to defeat them.
The Black Cat flew out from the corner and landed on Robbie's shoulder.
"A highly advanced race from the depths of the universe, would they really be attracted to rats?" Robbie couldn't help but scoff.
The Black Cat rolled its eyes. "This is the nature of our species; nature cannot be taken away."
Having said that, the Black Cat gently raised its paw and pulled out the corpse of a mouse from somewhere.
This was a giant rat over thirty meters long, with a ferocious face and a thick exoskeleton covering its body, like a natural suit of armor. Its claws were as sharp as swords. Robbie was terrified; the Black Cat had just chased after this rat.
"Spatial Rift Rats love to dig countless rifts in space, which can cause space to collapse in severe cases. They are good at camouflage and often disguise themselves as ordinary mice. They are one of my favorite delicacies."
With that, the Black Cat swallowed the rat carcass whole, and the enormous corpse vanished from her small body.
Robbie shrugged, realizing he had misunderstood the Black Cat.
Stormwind City was unusually quiet at night. Although there were no rules about late-night snacks, people generally didn't go out at night. Robbie dodged the patrols and returned to Margaret's mansion, sensing an unusual atmosphere from afar.
On the surface, the mansion seemed no different from any other, but in reality, it was filled with hidden guards. Thirty Dragonkin guards were Anjing stationed in various corners of the mansion. Their breathing was almost inaudible. Although they looked like humans, they made no attempt to conceal the powerful aura unique to dragons.
With so many Dragonkin guards, it's easy to guess which important person has arrived.
Robbie hesitated for a moment, then sneaked into the mansion, evading the Dragonkin guards' patrols, and silently jumped in through the window.
In the large bed of Margaret the Flower Arranger's bedroom, Robbie saw a young man lying on Margaret's full breasts, murmuring to himself—the young King Varian Wrynn.