"So I must act as a messenger, fooling poor King Varian, just as I did Malfurion?" Jaina stared unhappily at the fire. She believed in her charm, but she was unwilling to waste it on this.
She prefers to be like an ordinary woman, enjoying a pleasant romantic conversation and showcasing her gentleness and charm as a woman.
"Sometimes, a woman needs to use her charm appropriately." Aegwynn looked down at her teacup, her deep emerald eyes seemingly knowing and observing everything.
Jaina's lips curled into a mocking smile:
"But you and I both know that the current power in Stormwind City is held by Grand Duke of Stormwind City Bolvar and Countess Katrana Prestor. Countess Katrana is a Black Dragon. Although I'm reluctant to admit it, I'm probably no match for her. You know, the Black Dragon Princess's lair is in Dustwallow Marsh, and no one doesn't covet the Wealth accumulated by the Dragonkin over thousands of years."
Aegwynn sipped his tea, his voice low and deep. "Isn't this your chance? King Varian, eager to reclaim his power, needs the Orcs' help even more. He must be hoping for a messenger from Theramore."
Jaina nodded slowly, secretly cursing the terrible weather that made it impossible for her to refuse.
"My dear Guardian, why don't you personally take down that poor little Black Dragon and hang her head on the walls of Orgrimmar? Thrall would certainly love to own a dragonskin cloak."
Aegwynn's expression darkened; a somber look settled between the brows of this elegant woman.
"I hate Stormwind City, and I'll never set foot in Kingdom of Stormwind in my lifetime." Seeing Jaina's puzzled look, Aegwynn explained helplessly.
"It's all because of Nielas Aran, my nominal husband. You said I would harm Azeroth, that I would sacrifice my soul to the Death Realm, becoming the eternal Shade of Aran. Whenever I appear in Kingdom of Stormwind, even in the remote Karazhan, he will surely appear before me, relentlessly haunting me day and night."
Mentioning Medivh's father, Nielas Aran, Aegwynn frowned and shrugged helplessly, saying:
"You're a woman too, you probably know how terrifying it is to have a man you don't love constantly nagging in your ear, never stopping for a moment. It's a torment more terrifying than death."
Jaina nodded with deep feeling, recalling the incessantly talkative Elven Prince Kael'thas.
"Alright, I'll go to Stormwind City. I can only hope that the Black Dragon Princess is rational enough not to kill the ruler of Theramore in Stormwind City," Jaina said, leaning back in her chair. She needed to carefully plan this trip to Stormwind City.
Aegwynn suddenly became unusually serious and earnestly warned, "You must be careful. The Death Realm and the Shadow Realm are also stirring. I sensed a trace of their power; perhaps some heretics are operating in the shadows."
Twenty-four years Dark Portal, in Stormwind City Old Town.
Robbie and Blackie's sudden appearance did not surprise the passersby; it was as if they had appeared naturally, clearly due to some kind of magical power of the Black Cat.
The streets were clean, the air was fresh, and the people bustling about had a sense of affluence and peace on their faces.
Although their clothing was simple, it was clean and tidy enough. In that backward old era, it was actually very difficult to get a person to get used to bathing and keep their clothes clean.
In less than ten years, the Black Dragon Princess truly did it, changing the Kingdom of Stormwind from the very bottom up.
Robbie spotted Vanessa immediately. She was standing under the sign of a small pub, looking somewhat lost and bewildered. The little white cat was right next to Vanessa, protesting against the Black Cat on Robbie's shoulder by sticking out its paw.
Robbie had no intention of getting involved in the business dispute between the Black Cat and White Cats. The two cats quickly disappeared without a trace, whether it was a fight or a negotiation, Robbie approached Vanessa and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Commander, how long have you been waiting?"
"It's been quite a while," Vanessa looked up at the sun's position in the sky, "About fifteen minutes. I'm still not used to this era; I need to adjust."
"You must have been born by now. What would you do if you met yourself as a child?" Robbie asked with a slightly mischievous grin.
"That's not me, that's Vanessa VanCleef," Vanessa said calmly.
"Do you have a plan, Commander?" Robbie asked again.
Vanessa hesitated for a moment. "Shouldn't we go into the tavern, have a drink, and then gather information?"
"Okay, let's go grab a drink." Robbie strode towards the pub, but Vanessa didn't move.
"I still need some time to adjust. Stormwind City in this era seems better than in our time. There's a feeling I can't quite put my finger on. You know, I have a deep sense of frustration. Is our human rule really inferior to that of a Black Dragon?" Vanessa tilted her head slightly in confusion.
Twenty-four years have passed Dark Portal, marking the end of a decade-long period of peace and tranquility for the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Two years later, after King Varian returned and regained control of Stormwind City, the dark ages began. The Kingdom of Stormwind was ravaged by war year after year, and the people suffered from the ravages of war. The Wealth accumulated over more than a decade was quickly depleted, leaving behind hunger, cold, and countless refugees. Even the most powerful nation cannot withstand the ravages of frequent wars.
Robbie looked around at the people enjoying their wealth, unaware that their peaceful days were about to end.
"This isn't your fault, Commander, nor is it anyone else's fault. It's a mistake made by this era. Believe that we can do better in the future," Robbie tried to comfort Vanessa.
Vanessa was still unable to let go, and sighed softly.
Robbie thought for a moment and suggested, "Alright, let's go see the Black Dragon Princess and see how this Pride little Black Dragon governs her country."
Vanessa was somewhat surprised. "You've met the Black Dragon Princess?"
Robbie nodded. "But I don't think she'll treat us kindly. She's a fickle Black Dragon; who knows what she's thinking? We'll need to use some force if necessary to find the Black Dragon Princess's residence and then infiltrate it directly."
"This is the method I like." Vanessa's beautiful eyes sparkled, revealing a serious expression.
Countess Katrana Prestor's residence was not particularly luxurious; the Black Dragonflight did not place much importance on extravagant living, as could be seen from their lair.
Compared to the Eye of Eternity of the Blue Dragonflight, the towering Wyrmrest Temple of the Red Dragonflight, the dazzling Caverns of Time of the Bronze Dragonflight, and the mysterious Emerald Dream of the Green Dragonflight, the Black Dragon, which dwells in caves, is much more understated and simple.
The Black Dragon Princess, seated on her stone throne, was enjoying the comfort of her post-dinner time when she suddenly heard a familiar sound of footsteps. Dragonkin have excellent memories, and they almost never forget certain people they pay close attention to.
"Robbie Capor, it really is you. Are you here to pick fruit?"
"Picking fruit?" Robbie emerged from the shadows, looking at the Black Dragon Princess with some confusion.
Nine years have passed, and the Black Dragon Princess hasn't changed at all. In her human form, she remains as irritable, arrogant, and domineering as ever. Her vicious dragon eyes narrow slightly as she warily gazes at Robbie.
"I have devoted myself to governing the country and accumulating vast Wealth; you can't take it away, not even a little bit."
The Black Dragon Princess roared in unease.