Ragnaros was scared and kept begging for mercy.
But how could the bad breath that Onyxia had been holding in his chest for a long time be released so easily?
She took a step forward, bent down, grabbed Ragnaros's beautiful beard that was carefully trimmed but looked extremely embarrassed at the moment, and lifted it up mercilessly!
"Ah!" Ragnaros was so painful that tears came out.
Then, Onyxia used practical actions to explain what "stormy care" means.
Fists and occasionally slaps fell like raindrops, accurately avoiding the vital points, but hitting the flesh, specifically targeting the most painful places without causing permanent damage.
The cave hall suddenly echoed with the rhythmic screams of Ragnaros.
"Ah!"
"Ouch!"
"Sister, please forgive me! I don't dare! I don't dare kidnap Deren anymore!"
"I'm sorry! I was obsessed! The old man lied to me!"
"Deren! Deren Consultant! Say something nice to me! I have always treated you with courtesy, and you are neither hungry nor cold.
You! Ugh"
"Your Majesty Queen! Lord Queen! Help! I know I was wrong! Let her stop! The dragon is about to die!"
Deren listened to the shrill screams without changing his expression, and even deliberately turned sideways to discuss the energy structure of the magic lamp in the cave with Jaina next to him in a low voice, as if the screams were just background noise.
Alexstrasza also turned his head slightly, and "seriously" discussed Caverns of Time's recent paperwork reform with Chromie, who looked curious and wide-eyed with interest, but turned a deaf ear to Ragnaros's plea for help.
Ebyssian looked at this one-sided "education" scene, with a look of intolerance on Niu's face. He took a heavy step forward and said in a deep voice, "This Ms. Black Dragon, please stop."
"In any case, after all, he is the descendant of ----Neltharion, the lord of death, and our ---- compatriot. He has already admitted his mistake and begged for mercy. A lesson is enough. Why should he do this----?"
Hearing this, Onyxia stopped temporarily, turned his head, looked Ebyssian up and down with his eyes that were still burning with anger, curled the corner of his mouth, and let out a disdainful sneer, "You? Where did you come from again, "Black Dragon"? Are you worthy of teaching me a lesson?"
She straightened her back, and a sense of pride and majesty belonging to Black Dragon Princess emerged spontaneously, "Listen clearly, I am Onyxia, Black Dragon, queen Sinestra and Deathwing The biological daughter of Neltharion, the most orthodox Black Dragon Princess recognized by Dragonblight Temple!"
"Compared to all of you who got the crazy bloodline of Neltharion from who knows where, my bloodline and my identity are infinitely higher!"
Her words were sharp and direct, drawing clear lines without mercy.
Ebyssian did not get angry, but responded calmly, "The bloodline of Deathwing often brings not glory, but madness and curse. This is not something to be proud of."
"Ha!" Onyxia seemed to have heard something interesting.
She let go of her hand holding Ragnaros's beard and let him slip to the ground like mud, gasping for air.
Onyxia took a step forward and faced Ebyssian head-on. "Looking at your disdain, you seem to have overcome the bloodline curse of old Black Dragon? Look at me!"
She opened her arms as if to solemnly declare, "Deathwing, that old Black Dragon, was disabled by me and hid in the ground to survive. Black Dragon Legion's former bad reputation was gradually washed away by Azeroth due to my efforts, and it found a foothold again. Even this unknown person is hiding in the ground. The thick boy pointed at Ragnaros who was pretending to be dead on the ground, "Why does he only dare to secretly kidnap Theramore and dare not show up to Theramore? Because he is afraid of me! Tell me, what's so great about Neltharion's bloodline? What it brings to me is only the burden and shame that I need to fight, cleanse, and transcend!"
Ebyssian has been living in seclusion in Highmountain, concentrating on the way of Shaman, protecting Tauren's peaceful life, and paying little attention to the outside world, especially the secret struggles within the Black Dragon family.
In addition, Onyxia knew very little about his "accomplishments" that he deliberately kept low-key.
So in the end Ebyssian fell silent, realizing that he seemed to have underestimated the Black Dragon Princess in front of him.
Seeing that he was speechless, Onyxia continued to say coldly, "Let's talk about this Ragnaros. He grew up in a den of assassins and conspirators like Ravenholdt. His way of thinking has long been distorted, and his mind is full of shady means and self-righteous "great causes."
"Today he dared to kidnap my people, next time he would dare to attack other members of his clan for his ridiculous inheritance rights? Or even assassinate him?"
Ebyssian's thick eyebrows knitted together. He slowly shook his head and said in a low voice, "Killing each other among the same clan is not the right way after all. Black Dragon Legion---- has already withered away and there is not much left. We---- should not be consumed by internal fighting."
"Hmph! Do you think I want to fight within myself?" Onyxia was still angry, "I also want to value peace and live my life in peace! But I can't stand the dragon who wants to die and wants to provoke me!"
"If you don't teach this guy a profound lesson about what he can do and what he must never do, who knows what more outrageous and irreparable stupidity he will do next time?"
Ragnaros finally took a breath at this time. Hearing Ebyssian speak for him, he gratefully said a vague "Thank you" in the direction of Tauren.
Then he rolled and crawled to Onyxia's feet, hugged her calf, and wanted to beg for mercy.
But before Onyxia kicked it away in disgust, she quickly let go and promised with tears streaming down her face, "Sister! I swear! I really know that I was wrong! I will definitely be obedient from now on! If you ask me to go east, I will never go west! I will never dare to think about Deren again! Wuwu----please spare me----"
Looking at his miserable face, which was swollen into a pig's head and his face was covered with tears and snot, Onyxia finally lost most of the anger in his heart, but his vigilance did not relax.
She looked down at Ragnaros coldly, her voice like an ice pick. "Trust? Ragnaros, from the moment you decided to kidnap Deren, you have forever lost the qualification to gain trust from me. There will be no next time."
"Put away your unrealistic delusions. What's the legacy of Neltharion, what's Aspect of Earth----I suggest you go to sleep, there is everything in your dreams."
These words were like the last heavy hammer, hitting Ragnaros's heart hard.
He sat on the ground blankly, looking at Onyxia's cold eyes with no room for change, and then looked at the indifferent Deren, Alexstrasza, and the silent Tauren next to him----