Duke Bolvar looked at Windsor with a puzzled expression. "Marshal, I don't understand what you mean."
Windsor, with a fierce expression and Justice, declared:
"Duke Bolvar, the evidence is piled up before you, why do you ignore it? The woman before you is an Evil Black Dragon."
Duke Bolvar shrugged and said innocently, "My old friend, I know you've suffered. The life of a prisoner has taken its toll on you. I'll arrange for you to go and rest."
"I feel incredibly energetic, more lucid than I have ever been." Windsor roared in fury, grabbing Marcus, the city's High Commander: "General Marcus Jonathan, you are directly responsible for Stormwind City's defenses. What if a Black Dragon infiltrates Stormwind City?"
Marcus, having already received Jaina's secret decree, resolutely declared, "Eliminate Evil, defend Stormwind City's safety even unto death. Stormwind City will never allow the Black Dragon to run rampant."
"Very good!" Windsor revealed a smug look. "In Blackrock Depths, I inadvertently studied Dragon Magic and saw through the woman before me at a glance—she's a Black Dragon in disguise, and her guards are a group of Evil Dragonkin Warriors. Marcus, why don't you prepare for battle?"
Marcus hastily summoned the city's elite defenders and entered the Stormwind Keep's hall. Normally, the defense of Stormwind Keep was under the direct command of Duke Bolvar, so Marcus's actions constituted an overstepping of his authority.
Duke Bolvar ignored Marcus and sighed, "My old friend, everything must be based on evidence."
Windsor laughed heartily, "Your Highness, even at a time like this you're still protecting a Black Dragon. My magic is far superior; the Black Dragon's disguise is useless against me. Now, I will dispel Onyxia and her minions' transformation spells and reveal the truth to the world."
Duke Bolvar stood before Windsor and roared, "Open your bleary eyes and see who this woman is, and who these innocent people you've slandered as Dragonkin are!"
Windsor's vision blurred for a moment, and the face of the woman in purple surrounded by enemies gradually became clear. It was a charming and gentle face, but her expression was full of panic because she was frightened.
"No, no, this isn't real."
Windsor knew something was wrong and was terrified. The woman in purple was none other than his beloved wife, whom he had longed for day and night and who had appeared in his dreams countless times.
The elite soldiers around the woman also removed their face armor, revealing familiar faces.
Windsor's rise to the rank of Field Marshal was largely due to his family background. The Windsor family was a large and influential clan with a wealth of talent, and they held significant sway within the military.
Those elite soldiers were officers serving in the Windsor Family, including Windsor's brothers, uncles, and nephews. These people had all contributed to Windsor's rise to the rank of marshal.
Duke Bolvar slowly explained, "Marshal, I was overjoyed to hear of your safe return and specially prepared a grand welcome party for you. I never expected you to slander your wife and relatives as Black Dragons. Well, I know you're tired, go and rest."
What should we do?
Windsor understood everything; he had been bewitched by the Black Dragon Princess and had mistaken his beloved wife for Black Dragon Princess.
The Black Dragon Princess far surpasses Windsor in her understanding of magic.
Why would a cunning Black Dragon stand still and wait for Windsor to identify it? It had already set a trap for him to fall into.
Now that things have come to this, Windsor only needs to admit he misread it, and the matter will be over, as if nothing ever happened.
However, after this major blunder, the humiliated Windsor was no longer qualified to accuse Countess Katrana of being a Black Dragon; this was his only chance.
Windsor's heart skipped a beat; he knew he had to make a choice.
On one side are his beloved wife and the family he relies on.
On one hand, he wanted to please Jaina so that he could become a qualified sheepdog later.
General Marcus was also stunned; he hadn't expected things to turn out this way.
For the King to return safely, some sacrifices must be made. Marcus leaned close to Windsor and whispered in his ear, "For Azeroth."
Windsor gritted his teeth and burst into laughter:
"Duke Bolvar, you have been deceived by magic. What you are seeing is not the truth. They are not my wives, nor my relatives. Watch as I expose their true colors."
"Wait, Windsor, are you crazy?" Duke Bolvar looked distressed.
"Everything I do is for the salvation of Azeroth, for the great Savior Thrall!" Windsor shouted. If the plan succeeded, Kingdom of Stormwind would become Orgrimmar's ranch, and he was not afraid to reveal his purpose prematurely.
As the Dark Illusion Magic descended, the terrified Mrs. Windsor transformed into a gigantic Black Dragon with a ferocious face, a slender body, and a streamlined beauty.
At the same time, the officers of the Windsor Family all transformed into Dragonkin, their mouths spewing the breath of sulfur. General Marcus roared, "For Azeroth!" and drew his sword, becoming the first to charge forward.
The City Guards following Marcus also charged towards the Black Dragon that was surrounded. With a miserable howl, a huge dragon head fell down.
Those "Dragonkin" were also killed on the spot by the City Guard, their blood flowing freely. Marshal Windsor closed his eyes. He knew in his heart that the family's elite had been lost, which was tantamount to the extermination of the clan. But as long as he could become the Regent, all the price would be worth it.
"Hehe!"
A somber female voice rang out, its tone undisguisedly mocking. Windsor paled with fear; he hadn't expected the Black Dragon Princess to appear at this crucial moment.
Even more terrifying, a black aura surged from the hall of Stormwind Keep, spreading out like a venomous snake, turning the elite Stormwind City defenders led by Marcus into black statues.
"A fully grown Black Dragon can destroy a nation. I am Deathwing's daughter, and my magic is beyond imagination. There is nothing in Kingdom of Stormwind that can threaten me. Don't you understand, foolish Windsor? Jaina is just using you."
The Black Dragon Princess, still in the form of Countess Katrana, appeared like a ghost within Stormwind Keep, looking at Windsor with a mocking gaze, even a hint of pity.
Windsor was shocked. He was no match for the Black Dragon Princess. Duke Bolvar, standing to the side, remained calm, clearly siding with the Black Dragon Princess.
"Onyxia, cease your arrogance! The great Savior Thrall will surely take your head!" Windsor frantically pulled a scroll from his robes.
This is Magic Scroll that Jaina gave him to save his life.
Black Dragon Princess simply smiled at him without intervening. A flash of light, and Marshal Windsor vanished from his spot.
Onyxia gazed longingly at Stormwind Keep, sighing helplessly, "It seems my era has ended, Bolvar. What are your plans?"
Bolvar bowed deeply to the Black Dragon Princess, thanking her for her help to the Kingdom of Stormwind:
"Northrend, the Northrend, that is my eternal home."