The Black Dragonflight has a long history, and their magic is a self-contained and extremely profound system. Even the Guardian mother and son cannot break the Black Dragon magic.
But from another perspective, why bother going to all that trouble to break it down?
The Black Dragonflight uses magic to transform into human form, and outsiders can also use magic to transform them into Dragonkin. All that's needed is to deceive the eyes of ordinary people, making it appear similar on the surface. Simple Dark Illusion Magic perfectly fulfills this need.
Seeing Windsor's performance, Jaina nodded in satisfaction and said to Moira:
"You know what I need are loyal subordinates. Windsor's future is limitless, and I have high hopes for him."
Moira, beaming and with a slight smile, said proudly, "Jaina, you must believe in my abilities. Over the years, I have been telling Marshal Windsor about our Justice cause, and he has become a loyal member of the Peace Dove."
Windsor stood up and said obsequiously, "Lady Jaina, in order to accomplish the great task of saving Azeroth, Kingdom of Stormwind will inevitably belong to the Orcs. All humans will become Orcs for the Orcs, providing them with military rations, and I will be their sheepdog."
Jaina carefully examined Marshal Windsor; his gaze was Steadfast, revealing his unwavering loyalty. She nodded and said:
"Excellent, Marshal Windsor. You and I will return to Stormwind City and drive out the Black Dragon Princess. Afterwards, King Varian will return, and Duke Bolvar will lose power. If all goes well, you will replace Bolvar as the new Regent and lead the Alliance on an expedition to Northrend. The Alliance army will go all out to fight the Lich King, and in this way, the great Savior Thrall can destroy both the Alliance and the Scourge, unifying the Azeroth."
Windsor was thrilled upon hearing this; he would become a powerful minister second only to King Varian. He clenched his fists and said, "For Azeroth, I am willing to Consecration everything. There is just a small matter I need Lady Jaina's help with."
"Speak."
Windsor said viciously, "Mayor Solomon of Lakeshire is treacherous and cunning. He promised me on the surface that Lakeshire would become the territory of the Horde, but he poisoned my wine. When I woke up, I was in the Blackrock Prison. I must avenge this."
Jaina looked displeased.
"Once you become Regent, you can easily find an excuse to kill Mayor Solomon and his family, or even use the Orcs to massacre the entire Lakeshire. Why rush things?"
Windsor's cheek muscles twitched, his teeth clenched in hatred:
"I won't be at peace until I avenge this. I'm worried that Mayor Solomon will find out and run away, and then I'll regret it."
"Okay, okay!"
Jaina was unaware of the situation in Lakeshire. In her mind, Lakeshire was just a small lakeside town with a sparse population, much weaker than Westfall and Darkshire.
"Your eldest son, John Windsor, is at Morgan's Vigil. He has some soldiers under his command; that should be enough to deal with Mayor Solomon."
Windsor's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Lady Jaina, take me to Morgan's Vigil immediately. After I've dealt with Lakeshire, I'll go with you to Stormwind City to fight the Black Dragon Princess together."
Jaina opened Portal, taking Windsor back to Morgan's Vigil.
Jaina had many things to arrange in order to deal with the Black Dragon Princess, such as having the Peace Dove create chaos in Stormwind City and having the House Wrynn cooperate with the King's return. So she gave a few brief instructions and left.
Windsor saw his eldest son, John, he said excitedly, "John, it's so good to see you! I'm so proud to see how accomplished you are. How is everything at home? You must have had a hard time while I was away."
John's face was contorted with anguish, and after a long pause, he said sorrowfully, "Father, Timmy is dead."
Timmy was Marshal Windsor's youngest son. Upon hearing this, Windsor was shocked, angrily waving his arms and roaring:
"What? Timmy's in trouble? It must be the Black Dragon Princess's doing! My Windsor Family stands tall and hates evil. Anyone who dares to harm our family will be our sworn enemy! If we don't avenge Timmy, how can the Windsor have any face to live in this world?"
John shook his head and said, "The one who killed Timmy was an Orcs, one of Queen Jaina's subordinates, an Orcs named Tagar. He was originally a prisoner in the Stockade. He and three other Orcs cruelly tore Timmy to pieces and ate him."
Windsor's gaping mouth remained open for a long time before he finally closed it. After a long pause, he revealed a gentle smile, "So that's how it is. Timmy truly lives up to his reputation as my youngest son. To become food for the Orcs is his honor, and a great glory for our Windsor Family."
John sighed; he had expected his father to do this, and could only remain silent.
"John, I need some soldiers to avenge Mayor Solomon of Lakeshire. You must cooperate with me," Windsor said impatiently.
Young Windsor looked troubled and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Father, I've heard some rumors in Stormwind City. Lakeshire in the Redridge Mountains is extremely dangerous. Mayor Solomon is colluding with the Gnolls, and even the Blackrock Orcs of the Burning Legion dare not enter Redridge Mountains."
Marshal Windsor laughed heartily, completely disregarding the Gnolls:
"Those mere Gnoll are nothing to fear. There's no need to worry. With your father here, I will make Mayor Solomon pay for his crimes in blood."
Marshal Windsor, leading fewer than thirty Stormwind City guards and several dozen Sentinels from Morgan's Vigil, marched in a mighty force toward Lakeshire Redridge Mountains. As the Stormwind City's garrison marshal, he vowed to make Mayor Solomon pay the price.
Just as Lakeshire was in sight, a deafening battle cry suddenly erupted. A large Gnoll appeared on a nearby hillside, covering the entire area, with banners fluttering like a dense forest.
This group of Gnolls was well-disciplined and formed a Charge formation, quite different from the loose and disorganized wild Gnolls of my impression.
Roughly estimated, the number of Gnolls exceeded that of human soldiers by several dozen times. Windsor was pondering how to fight, he suddenly discovered that his soldiers were scattering and fleeing.
"Father, run for your lives!" John said urgently, grabbing his father's hand.
"The Gnolls and Mayor Solomon are in cahoots, responsible for defending the territory. There's an unspoken rule in Stormwind City: 'Don't fight your own kind.' In situations like this, everyone runs for their lives."
"Damn it, the Black Dragon Princess has turned Kingdom of Stormwind into a complete mess!" Marshal Windsor roared in anger, but he could only flee with his son.
A group of gnoll riders riding Gnoll charged over, but only scattered the human soldiers; they did not pursue them.
Unfortunately, Marshal Windsor ran too fast and was soon left all alone.
The Tagar the Terrible, along with the three brothers from Lakeshire, hid behind a large rock. Redridge Mountains had long since changed, becoming the domain of the Gnolls, and the three dared not show themselves.
"I don't think this is the right approach," Tagar said in a low voice. "Redridge Mountains are no longer suitable for us; we should find another way to survive."
The three brothers from Lakeshire said, "Lord Tagar is right. How can we get ahead like this, hiding all the time? Let's pull off one more heist, accumulate some Tough Jerky, and then hit the road."
"Look, a human is coming over there," Tagar said excitedly.