Witness It, Mortals

Catherine had not expected Mo Fei to let her go so readily, and for a moment, she did not know what to do.

"What, can't bear to part with me?"

"Hmph, don't flatter yourself. I just have some things to pack."

Mo Fei thought, What could you possibly have to pack? He waved generously. "Fine, but you'd better hurry."

To his surprise, Catherine really did have quite a lot of belongings. Aside from a few changes of clothes, she had many little keepsakes: a small obsidian statue given to her by a dragonkin guard, little toys made by goblin servants, a dagger forged for her protection by a dragonkin smith, and even a beautiful dress Somerfield had given her, adorned with dragon-scale pendants.

Mo Fei thought, This girl's charm stat must be pretty high. Those unlucky subordinates of mine treated her so well? Never would've guessed it. And Somerfield, you philanderer—you actually had designs on your own princess? Damn it, no decent black dragon after all.

Once Catherine had finished packing, Mo Fei transformed into his dragon form, grabbed her in one claw, and flew into the sky.

Behind him followed the troops the Black Dragon Legion had assigned to support him.

After flying nonstop for two hours, Mo Fei landed in a stretch of wilderness. In the distance, they could see the outline of a human town, only an hour or two away on foot.

"All right, this is as far as I'll take you. This is Kingdom of Lordaeron territory, and there aren't any particularly dangerous creatures nearby. Just keep walking straight ahead. Farewell, Princess Catherine."

Catherine suddenly said, "Wait. Can you answer one question? Why didn't you kill me?"

"Heh heh, of course. I promised your brother I'd let you live."

"Danas?" Catherine asked. She had never had much of a relationship with Danas. They were half-siblings through their father and not particularly close. She had always supported her full brother Besos inheriting the throne.

But Mo Fei gave her an answer that left her stunned. "Actually, it was Besos."

"How is that possible?" Catherine's face was full of disbelief. That was her own brother.

"Of course it's possible. Your relationship with Danas was poor, so your disappearance could easily be linked to him. Why would he possibly kidnap you? The truth is that Besos secretly contacted me and gave me your travel route. He asked me to abduct you, but not harm you, until he inherited the throne. Then he would exchange a huge ransom for you. Things turned out exactly as he expected. Your father exiled Danas, likely because he believed Danas was connected to your kidnapping, while Besos successfully took the throne. But that bastard broke the agreement afterward. Not only did he refuse to pay the remaining sum, he even issued a quest to hunt me down. Hmph. If Stromgarde weren't so poor, I really should have flown over and razed his beloved kingdom to the ground."

"I suggest you don't mention this after you return. Given your relationship with Besos, you should be able to live without want. But if Besos finds out that you know about this... well, that may be another matter."

Catherine's expression shifted repeatedly. "Damn it, I'll make that bastard pay!"

Mo Fei had not expected the princess, who usually carried herself with such dignity, to curse like that. His eyes widened. Catherine noticed his stare and glared at him. "Is that really so surprising? After spending so long around monsters like you, I've learned every filthy word there is."

With that, she turned and left.

Watching Catherine set out upon the path of revenge, Mo Fei shook his head. It was time to begin his own plan.

He spread his wings and led his subordinates toward Dalaran.

Two hours later, Mo Fei entered Dalaran's territory. By the time night was about to fall, he finally arrived near Dalaran City.

Dalaran City glittered in the distance. Its title as the City of Light was no empty boast. Thanks to its formidable magical technology, thousands of magic lamps lit up every night, illuminating the entire city and earning it the reputation of the City of Light and the City of Miracles.

And tonight, that magnificent city would become his final stage. But a stage needed an audience, so Mo Fei activated his livestream plugin and prepared for one final broadcast.

It was not yet six o'clock, so there were not many people in the stream—only several tens of thousands of viewers, most of them watching reruns of previous videos. The moment they saw Mo Fei come online, a flood of comments appeared.

[Eh, Dragon Bro is online so early today.]

[What day is it? Why are you online so early?]

[Holy crap, what a surprise. What a lucky surprise.]

Murphys (Ancient Black Dragon): "Insignificant mortals, observers who watch from beyond this world—you have accompanied me all this time, brought me much delight, and witnessed many important moments in my life.

But nothing in this world is eternal. Even dragons with long lives will one day fall.

I had long foreseen my fate. I was destined to bring chaos and disaster, destruction and death, to this world.

Now the moment of destiny has arrived. Those despicable humans who dared provoke me, those tiny insects who tried to control me with their laughable magic—they would pay for their arrogance and insolence. I would bring the calamity of dragons upon this world and make them understand just how foolish they had been!

Witness this moment, mortals!"

[For real? A monster siege? Dragon Bro, you're not messing with us, are you?]

[That forest below looks like Misty Forest. Holy crap, Dragon Bro, are you going to attack Stormwind City?]

[Misty Forest my ass. That's obviously Corrupted Forest. I've farmed materials there before. Damn, Dragon Bro isn't going to attack Dalaran, is he?]

"No way, right? Wouldn't Dragon Bro be walking into his own death by going to Dalaran?"

[Holy crap, it really is Dalaran. I can see the magic lights. Dragon Bro, how much did you drink? You actually dare provoke the mage lords?]

[If you really dare attack Dalaran, Dragon Bro, I'll send you a rocket!]

Corrupted Forest had once been an utterly ordinary forest. Ever since Dalaran rose beside it, however, it had become the perfect place for mages to test spells and dump magical experimental waste. The concentration of magical energy gradually corrupted the entire forest, granting plants the ability to move on their own.

Animals either died or evolved magical organs.

Treants, magical man-eating flowers, and all kinds of corrupted beasts made this forest an excellent source of magical materials.

Many mage players who could not afford materials or tuition came here to farm materials for a while. Naturally, adventurers of other classes came as well.

Even at dusk, people were still fighting in the forest.

Flame Slash! With one downward swing, the flames clinging to the blade cleaved the withered treant in two.

Before the flames on the treant's body had even gone out, a magic swordsman impatiently rushed over to loot the corpse.

Wild Vines in the Fields: "Haha, another drop! Luck's pretty good today. I've already farmed nearly three stacks of corrupted resin. Now I've got money for learning skills."

Fifty-Third Street: "That's enough. Let's get out of here. My wife's about to get off work. If I don't log out now, she'll nag me again when she gets home."

Wild Vines in the Fields: "All right, all right. We're leaving."

Just as the two were preparing to leave, something landed in a clearing not far away with a whoosh.

They hurried over to investigate, only to find a black drake.

Wild Vines in the Fields: "It's a black dragon! Holy crap, we're rich!"

Even an ordinary black drake could drop rare materials such as dragon scales, dragon bones, and dragonhide. It was definitely more profitable than farming treants.

But dragons usually lived in groups, and it was rare to encounter one alone. This was a perfect opportunity.

Yet before they could make a move, boom, an adult black dragon more than ten times its size descended from the sky.

Both of them were startled. They might have been able to take a chance against a drake, but an adult dragon was completely beyond them.

The rogue immediately entered stealth, while the magic swordsman pulled out an invisibility scroll and used it at once.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The sound of wings beating the air rose one after another, deafening them. The two barely dared breathe as black dragons descended endlessly into the forest, blotting out the sky. There were thousands of them.

"Holy crap, did someone poke a black dragon nest?" The two stared in utter shock.

Then a dragon's roar suddenly rang out from the sky. Looking up, they saw an enormous black dragon with a wingspan exceeding a hundred meters slowly flying over the dragon horde as though inspecting troops.