Du'an questioned, "What if Nefarian himself is lured out by you? Can we handle him with our current strength?"
The group exchanged glances. Rhonin's strength was undeniable, proven over time. Omar appeared to be a scholar, but given his title of Archmage, his combat prowess couldn't be too weak. Du'an and Huoye were also quite strong.
The mages were all quite capable, but facing the infamous Black Dragon Prince, none of them dared to say how confident they were.
Rhonin said, "If we really go to war with Nefarian, it will be difficult for us to achieve a quick victory. If it drags on, the entire army in Blackrock Spire will come out, and no one will be able to withstand it."
"I will disguise myself as a young dragon. Nefarian won't bother with such a minor character; it's just one of his minions coming," Vaelastrasz tried to persuade him.
"It's still too risky. What if we encounter Nefarian...?"
"You cowards! With me and Valas here, what are you afraid of?" Alexstrasza suddenly rushed into the cave, interrupting Du'an who was trying to back down.
Humiliated like this, Du'an blushed, but he dared not offend the Red Dragon and could only snort coldly in disdain.
The little female dragon continued to taunt, "Traitorous Black Dragons will only flee at the mere sight of us Red Dragons. You just need to be prepared to intercept them, right, Valas?"
Even the red-haired youth almost rolled his eyes this time. "You're not Her Majesty, Alice. Nefarian's strength far surpasses ours."
"The two of us together can't beat him? You haven't caught the cowardice of these cowards, have you? Valas? No matter who the enemy is, he's still just a Black Dragon!"
The crowd had become numb to the little female dragon's ignorance, but her contempt for the Black Dragon was not without reason.
Since Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, fell to the Old Gods, the Black Dragon clan has become the common enemy of Dragonflight.
Since the Blue Dragons were almost wiped out in the ancient war, the Green Dragons are often trapped in the Emerald Nightmare, and the Bronze Dragons are busy dealing with the great enemy that disrupts the flow of time, the Red Dragons have taken on the main responsibility of eliminating the traitors.
The two sides forged a deep-seated hatred during a nearly ten-thousand-year-long Dragonflight war among the dragon races, with the Red Dragons achieving almost complete victory.
There are now no more than five adult Black Dragons left to survive in all of Azeroth, which is insignificant compared to the vast Red Dragon colony. The proud and arrogant Alice naturally looks down on her mortal enemy who is on the verge of extinction.
But what the little female dragon didn't know was that all the survivors of the Black Dragon were the most cunning and powerful individuals.
Take Nefarian, the Black Dragon Prince, for example. His ambition is to rebuild a Dragonflight army capable of avenging and ruling the world. To this end, he steals dragon eggs from all over the world, attempting to create a super dragon species that combines the power of the five dragons— the Chromatic Dragon.
The uppermost part of Blackrock Spire — Blackwing Lair— was almost entirely transformed into an experimental field, filled with all sorts of powerful and deformed Dragonkin and dragonbeasts. Nefarian spent all his time at the top of the tower conducting his secret biochemical experiments.
The inhabitants of Azeroth are currently unaware of this, but Unas, as a transmigrator, knows everything. He has been hesitant since earlier about whether to inform the Red Dragons and mages of this information.
In the original storyline, Nefarian's fate was glossed over: Blackwing Lair was breached by greedy adventurers, and the Black Dragon Prince was beheaded.
Unas hoped that reality would unfold in this direction, with a major enemy "automatically" disappearing without him having to exert any effort. He only needed to follow the historical trend and seize opportunities to reap the benefits.
Therefore, he was unwilling to reveal the secrets of Blackwing Lair too early, as that could potentially cause significant changes in this history.
What if something unexpected happens, Nefarian really does suddenly develop an Invincible Chromatic Dragon? Wouldn't Nefarian then become a sinner against Azeroth?
Thinking of this, he cleared his throat. "Gentlemen, this plan is indeed quite risky. At this stage, it's best if we don't provoke the Black Dragon. Let's think of another way."
The monks, valuing their lives highly, did not object, but the two Red Dragons frowned deeply.
Valas looked displeased; the humans' distrust of him humiliated him. Alice was even more agitated; the feeling of being ignored by the Paladin caused the temperature in her mouth to rise sharply, and she almost spat out a mouthful of flames.
Unas quickly reassured them, "There's something I'd like to ask the two great dragons for help with, but I don't know..."
"Just say what you have to say!"
"I have a group of refugees heading to Ironforge, passing through the treacherous Searing Gorge. If two strong individuals escort them, they will be safe and sound."
These words were actually meant for Valas's ears, because no matter where Unas went, the little female dragon had to follow with the dragon eggs. The Whelp, which were about to hatch, needed the protection of the Paladin as a "nanny." She learned Polymorph to make it easier for them to accompany her.
"No problem," the red-haired youth readily agreed. "If what you said about the Black Dragon Princess's conspiracy is true, I'm even willing to go to Stormwind City to help you. Eliminating the remnants of the Black Dragon is our duty."
"It's a deal!" Unas was in high spirits. With another powerful assistant, the refugees' safety was now more assured.
Before they knew it, dawn was breaking. Seeing that everyone was a little tired, Unas handed over several large boxes of Gold Coins to Rhonin and then hurriedly went underground to find Rendaen to think of another solution.
Since becoming the Dark Iron King, Rendaen's life has not gotten better; in fact, it has gotten worse.
The Old Horde above and the Fire Elemental Lords below constantly threaten the survival of the Dark Iron Dwarves, while the Twilight Cultist hidden deep within makes him even more uneasy. The good days of hiding in Iron Summit and scavenging for food are gone forever, and the wrinkles on his forehead are increasing every day.
But when he met the human Paladin, he still put on a kind face, after all, the other party was the savior who had performed a miracle and pulled him back from hell.
After exchanging a few polite words, Unas made his request.
"You want something from the Black Dragon? Let me think about it. By the way, Thaurissan has a piece of armor in his collection that's supposedly made of Dragon Scales, but I don't know how many real Black Dragon Scales are on it."
At the king's instruction, two Dwarf servants quickly brought a black half-armor. Unas hurriedly took it, but being an amateur, he couldn't see anything wrong with it and could only take it back to Master Omar for appraisal.
"Thank you for your generous gift, Your Majesty. I will go immediately..."
"Wait, I also have a favor to ask you," Rendaen said, uttering an unexpected name, "Do you remember 'Half-Face'?"
Unas certainly remembered that the "elder brother" he had recognized when he was trapped in the Black Furnace was just someone he used, and there was not much brotherly affection between them.
On the day of the riot, Half-Face and his men followed Blacktooth, the orc Orcs of the West District, and fled to the upper levels of Blackrock Spire amidst the chaos. Unas did not know what happened afterward, but it can be inferred that the Dark Iron Dwarves must have had a difficult time in the Old Horde.
Sure enough, Rendaen said, "Recently, several Dark Iron citizens managed to escape from the tower. According to them, Half-Face is in a very bad situation and may be a good target for defection. You know him and want to deal with the Black Dragon, so you should go and contact him. I will share with you a secret passage to the tower."
Unas nodded upon hearing the last sentence. The dangerous work in exchange for a secret passage was a worthwhile deal.