Chapter 236 59.Onyxia's ambition·Come on to the highest stage of Stormwind, Your Highness the Princess![15]
(Additional update for "Huo Zhengtinghao" brother [1/5])
King Llane was injured in an assassination and could not wake up for a short time. The "regent" Bolvar Fordragon who was supposed to be appointed also disappeared on the battlefield because of a desperate attempt. Now Stormwind Kingdom's internal affairs almost all fell on Lothar.
Being captured by the military and government sounds cool and cool, but it is not good news for Lothar.
He was originally planning to take advantage of Orcs's retreat to regain Elwynn Forest's front after Warrior recovered a little strength, but now he can only put it on hold.
The city needs to be rebuilt, the wounded need to be treated, and the statistics of the dead have not yet been released. What is even more troublesome is that many mages died in this cruel offensive and defensive battle. Although there are many Wild Mage who came to join in the fun, most of them came from Dalaran's system.
Even Modera Grand Magus was injured, and now City of Magic will definitely cause trouble.
This series of domestic and foreign affairs made Lothar so busy that he couldn't even take a good rest. After finally reorganizing the city's system with great difficulty, he got another piece of bad news.
"Orcss landed on Westfall? Moonbrook fell and Derek Proudmoore was injured by Orcs?"
Lothar, who was sitting in the King's Hall, heard this series of bad news, which made him dizzy. As soon as his eyesight went dark, he sat back in his chair and rubbed his head vigorously. Then he sadly discovered that a few more hairs had fallen out of his already high hairline.
Damn it! He's going to be bald if he keeps doing this!
Sure enough, can too much stress cause hair loss?
But the marshal really had no time to care about these trivial matters now. He said in a tired tone:
"So, is Kul Tiras First Fleet okay?"
"Almost all the wounded they sent to the shore were captured by Orcs, but Master Tidesages stabilized the situation at a critical moment. They were about to use naval guns to counterattack, but they noticed that Orcs was escorting the farmer."
Master Pasonia, who was also working with injuries, said in a weak tone:
"The Orcss did not kill our people, they even prevented Gnoll from harming them. War Horde imprisoned the farmers in Moonbrook, and those Kul Tiras prisoners were driven into the mines.
Marshal, the worst situation has arisen. Orcs plans to occupy our Westfall for a long time instead of grabbing it once and leaving.
They captured farmers to farm for them, and they continued to attack the farms and enclose the land. The Warriors of Westbrook Garrison fought with them several times and barely managed to save Sadin Farm and Furlbrow Farm.
But the number of our Warrior is too small and we are unable to recapture the occupied area.
It seems that your plan to regain the lost ground in Elwynn Forest will be postponed. The current priority is to regain our granary.
In addition, Magic Plague. cough cough"
The Master Assassin glanced at the gray spots on her wrist, she sighed and said:
"The spread of Magic Plague in Stormwind has become unstoppable."
"This is a complete mess."
Lothar gasped and felt his head was dizzy. He saw the spots on the master assassin's wrist and suddenly realized something. He took off his gauntlet and glanced at it, and found that spots also appeared on his palm.
No wonder he had been feeling strange bouts of weakness since noon.
"We must first sort out a context, and we must not blindly use the limited power in our hands."
Lothar lit his dwarf pipe, and while the smoke was rising, he said:
"First let Kul Tiras First Fleet berth at the Stormwind dock. Now that Magic Plague has spread, we cannot let the Warrior who come to help continue to face the threat of Orcs. I am worried that their weakness will cause Orcs's ambition to explode and try to seize the ship.
Secondly, the people in the city must be stabilized first.
The spread of Magic Plague will definitely cause panic. Let the guards make notices and spread the news that our friends from other worlds can cure Magic Plague. At this time, internal stability is paramount.
Even the matter of regaining the lost territory can be put aside for the time being."
"In other words, are we going to go on the defensive?"
The master assassin's tone was bitter.
Although her background was not very good, she was also a frequent visitor to Stormwind Stockade when she was young. She lived an abstract life in which "prisons are full of talented people, and everyone talks nicely". However, after being appointed as the intelligence chief by King Baratheon, she served the kingdom wholeheartedly.
At this time, seeing the kingdom fall into the hands of Green Skins made Ms. Parsonia feel very uncomfortable.
She felt that she was unworthy of the late king who promoted her, especially after learning that King Baratheon's tomb was robbed by the damn Green Skins Warlock and Kobold. The bitterness in Pasonia's heart had risen to the level of feeling that she was "derelict in duty".
But she knew that things were difficult, so she stabilized her emotions and said:
"Stormwind, Goldshire, Northshire Abbey, Westbrook Garrison and Brightwood will form our new defense circle. If this is the plan, then the troops we currently have on hand are sufficient."
"Well, let's do this first."
Lothar coughed and said:
"Please come over Diakum the Saint. I want to talk to him about requesting reinforcements from the K'ure Alliance of Draenor. This is already the top priority at the moment."
After a while, Diakum and Neri came to the King's Hall. After noticing Lothar's weakness, Dick reminded:
"Aleriece Raevella Archdruid made some herbal soup. Although it cannot resist the weakness caused by Magic Plague, it can stimulate your Life Force so that you can persist longer. I will return to the Draenor world tomorrow, and Prince Varian Wrynn will accompany me as Stormwind Kingdom's special envoy.
Hold on, the Forest Sprite Sages will be here soon."
"I believe in your promise, but I have a request."
Lothar whispered:
"Don't let Varian come back yet! Let him stay in the safer Draenor world until the situation here becomes more stable. In fact, if you still have the energy, I hope to send a group of civilians to take refuge with you.
His Majesty Ryan and I originally planned to send the people to northern Xinjiang, but the background of the outbreak of the demonic plague means that we can no longer send the people into the pit of fire."
"This is a bit difficult."
Neri shook his head and said:
"Every time the artifact in Lady Aegwynn's hand is used, it will put pressure on the world space. She cannot teleport too many people there. If you really want civilians to take refuge in Draenor, then the One's solution is to reopen Dark Portal and establish a stable portal between the two worlds.
But our casters over there need <Book of Medivh>."
"General Lirath has already set off to Northern Borderlands to look for this magic book. Modera Grand Magus of Dalaran has made it clear that she will give her full assistance. Maybe good news will come back soon."
Lothar replied:
"Although that door is an evil thing that Medivh plans to use to send Orcs away, if it can help Stormwind Kingdom withstand the coming storm, then I will fully support its opening."
"Then find a safe place as the foundation of Dark Portal."
Diakum Suppressing the absurd feeling in his heart, he said:
"It must be in an area that you can fully control, so as not to cause trouble over there at Orcs. I personally feel that Northshire Abbey is actually very suitable. The valley is large enough, and in the core control area of the Stormwind Kingdom, the terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, making it very suitable as a connection point between the two worlds.
Of course, I am not a mage, so the specific process must be discussed slowly by spellcasters from both worlds.
I want to remind you before leaving, Lothar.
Be sure to pay attention to the situation of Northern Borderlands in time!
We all know what Burning Legion plans to do with Magic Plague. Once the people tortured by the epidemic are beguiled into drinking demon blood to resist Magic Plague like Orcs, then Northern Borderlands will become chaotic in an instant.
At that time, Stormwind Kingdom, which is in constant war in your eyes, will become a refuge in their eyes.
After all, facing the pressure of the devil is not comparable to facing Orcs directly."
Lothar fell silent.
He could hear the implication of Diakum the Saint, which told him to seize this opportunity and prepare for the establishment of Arathor Second Empire as soon as possible.
But he did not refute but acquiesced, which means that Lothar has made a decision.
This made Diakum nodded happily.
Just as the two were discussing the details of the alliance between the Stormwind Kingdom and K'ure Alliance, a Royal Mage walked in quickly and reported to Lothar:
"Marshal, Baroness Katrana Prestor from Northern Borderlands is applying to enter the city outside the port. The baroness said that after her father Lord Daval heard about the threats faced by the Stormwind Kingdom, he used family connections to send us a whole shipload of weapons and supplies, as well as a large amount of medicinal materials that we urgently needed.
Baroness Katelina personally escorted these items. She also brought a handwritten letter from Lord Daval, saying that she would stay in Stormwind on behalf of the Prestor Family for a long time and serve as our liaison with the Prestor Family.
Lord Daval promises that no matter what kind of help Stormwind Kingdom needs, he will do his best to help."
The joy on Royal Mage's face could not be hidden. Lothar breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the good news. He stood up and said:
"Let him go immediately! No, I will personally go to the dock to greet the warm-hearted noble representative. Things are difficult in the world, but Stormwind Kingdom is really lucky to have such a knowledgeable ally like Lord Daval."
"I suggest you stay here, Marshal Lothar."
Diakum stood up and said:
"You are a patient. It is really not appropriate to meet this "kind-hearted" lady right now. We also have to explain Magic Plague to her. She has come from afar and we cannot let enthusiastic people suffer from the disease."
"Yes! You are right, I almost forgot about it."
Lothar nodded and said:
"We cannot chill the hearts of loyal people, so why don't you go and explain on my behalf that you will not be infected by Magic Plague, and you are the most suitable messenger."
"Of course, I'd love to do that."
Dick showed a subtle smile and said:
"Some people have always said that my phantom looks very similar to the members of the Prestor Family. I am also very interested in seeing these "relatives" of Northern Borderlands with my own eyes."
When he and Neri walked out of Stormwind Keep, he warned the archbishop:
"Let Yrel and Rexxar come with me, and you should be ready to fight."
"Huh?"
Neri is so smart, she immediately noticed the problem and whispered:
"Is there something wrong with Countess Prestor?"
"Her matter is not an understatement like "problem."
Dick narrowed his eyes and said seriously:
"We have to take her back to Draenor! No, to be precise, "kidnap" her back!"
Neri realized the seriousness of the problem and immediately turned around to prepare for "kidnapping", while Diakum summoned his own cool Spectral Tiger, and the humans Warrior on both sides advanced towards Harbor District with respectful salutes.
"Diakum! I'm warning you, don't be careful with the Prestor Family!"
Shadow Word was particularly irritable today. It scolded in Vigilant's ear:
"Think about your human friends, you know exactly what kind of trouble Lord Daval and Stormwind Kingdom will be in if they piss you off!"
"You're in a hurry."
Dick said jokingly in his mind:
"I find that you, Shadow Word, are really becoming less and less able to suppress your emotions. Don't you take pleasure in tempting me to fall into darkness? Why do you want to stop me from doing bad things when I do what you want now?
I heard that the Tao of the Void, like the Tao of Life, has the tradition of "the weak eating the strong".
I am now considered half a Voidwalkers, and I have to fight against the powerful Senior Void in the air to determine who is loved more by Sea of Darkness. Isn't this the result you want to see?"
"You are getting worse and worse, but you are not the kind of depravity we want to see."
Shadow Word sighed:
"The void enlightened your wisdom and turned you into an increasingly difficult person. The loss of "Mother of Shadows" Natalie Seline allowed us to see your destructive power.
You are walking in the dark, but you are still working for Holy Light Consecration, and now you are extending your Blackhand to one of the most important arrangements I am waiting for at Azeroth. You are provoking the void, don't do this, Diakum, this will bring you more trouble.
However.
You are right!
The weak are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the void. If you can prove that you are more outstanding than the black dragons, it is not wrong for us to cheer for you.
Anyway, the black dragons spent ten thousand years but could not complete the preparation of "Hour of Twilight". Although Deathwing and his son are very talented, Sea of Darkness's patience is also limited.
Oh, it wouldn't be a bad idea to add a little sense of urgency and pressure to them."
At this point, Shadow Word seemed to have completed "self-persuasion" and urged with interest:
"Then, let us wait and see your dark methods, Diakum, let us wait and see how you deal with a Black Dragon Princess who has fallen to the bone.
Do you have a plan?
Do you need me to provide you with some ideas?"
"Why do you think I called Yrel, the Holy Light Walker whose mind is full of "Lightforging"?"
Diakum was walking through the ruined city. He took out a pack of Draenei candies from Augure's Chest and handed them to the children on the roadside who were following their parents through the devastated city.
As the children happily sang the praises of Vigilant, he whispered:
"I'm actually also very curious, can Holy Light's truth of recasting all things be used on a hopeless black dragon?"
"A sneeze"
Outside the dock of Stormwind, among the large merchant ships waiting to enter the port, Baroness Katrana Prestor was wearing a chic hunting suit, looking out from the porthole of the captain's room at the city in front of her that had just experienced a war.
She rubbed her delicate nose, feeling confused about the sudden sneeze just now.
Although there is indeed a bad Magic Plague spreading in the city, she is a powerful high-level black dragon, with Azeroth's most advanced Life Force, not to mention the power of the void flowing in her veins.
As the force that controls flesh and blood, if Voidwalkers can still be infected by Magic Plague, that would be the most ridiculous joke in the world.
"This Magic Plague is so good!"
The Countess thought with great satisfaction:
"Those stupid humans will seek shelter from Fel to make them immune to the torture of Magic Plague, but they don't know that seeking the void is the true path to blessing.
I have asked my servants to form a cult to worship Sea of Darkness in Northern Borderlands. Whatever Fel can give to those patients, our void will only be more generous. Hahaha, the methods used by the demons to corrode Azeroth will be borrowed by Voidwalkers, and the power of the void in this world will only spread more rapidly.
My father will see what I am capable of!
I will also prove that compared to Nefarian who is immersed in strange experiments, I am the most perfect heir to my father's royal power!"
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was too powerful.
Black Dragon Princess also has her own ideas about the devastated city in urgent need of reconstruction. She had made all the plans on the way here.
First, he relied on the Prestor Family's reputation as a "charity-loving" to accumulate his reputation in the turbulent kingdom. Then he used the gimmick of "healing Magic Plague" to develop his power among the nobles. Finally, he used his beauty and a little bit of insignificant void magic to lure Lothar or King Llane to become his servants.
With this three-pronged approach, this kingdom in desperate need of help will soon be secretly controlled by itself.
After the marriage contract is established, he will find an opportunity to arrange an accident so that his "husband" dies innocently. Then in the name of stabilizing the kingdom, he will naturally take power, and finally inherit the throne and have a Human King country of his own!
This was the inspiration she got from her father's upcoming marriage to Princess Calia Menethil.
If my father can plot a Human King country, then why can't I?
This can also show your father your skills and abilities!
She has been hiding in the Human King country for these years and has already figured out the political context of these guys. She feels that these little bugs like humans are really interesting.
It's the perfect toy to relieve boredom.
"Madam, Marshal Lothar has sent an envoy to visit you!"
Just when Countess Katelina was thinking about how to complete her first appearance in the Stormwind Kingdom, one of her servants came forward to report and reminded:
"Marshal Lothar said that a plague has broken out in the city. It is recommended that you do not enter the city yet and wait on the ship."
"What does this say?"
Black Dragon Princess's eyes lit up.
She knew how to make a perfect debut, so she scolded righteously:
"The Prestor Family generation has served the interests of human civilization. My father sent me to look after this city. The people here are in need of help. How can I separate myself from the people because of the threat of plague?
Stop talking nonsense.
I understand the marshal's concerns and gentlemanly demeanor, but since I'm here, I must bring hope to the people of the Stormwind Kingdom!
You go and prepare my carriage, prepare some food and medicine, and bring Prestor Family warmth to the people here on Harbor District in a while.
Let the people of the Stormwind Kingdom know who was the first to come to help them in the most critical moment."
"Okay, ma'am, I'll make arrangements right away."
Of course Black Dragon Princess's servant is not a serious person. This Dragonkin disguised human nodded and asked again:
"Then do we need to let the marshal's envoy board the ship?"
"How can we Prestor Family not be polite? Since we are the marshal's envoys, we must treat them with all our heart."
Black Dragon Princess waved his hand and said:
"Let me prepare first. You go and greet them. You must leave a good impression on them."
The servant bowed and left.
In the captain's cabin, Her Royal Highness Princess Onyxia is preparing to give herself a beautiful make-up to complete her debut that will surely stun the entire Stormwind Kingdom.
This is her stage!
Yes!
She will dance Pianpian here, stage a shocking scam, and finally attract everyone's attention.
Onyxia, the most powerful Black Dragon Princess!
Work harder!