"What exactly did you do to that black dragon?" Aboard the Khardros, Khadgar asked curiously, "I've heard that black dragon screaming every night these past few days."
"Don't talk nonsense. What screams...? I just spent a night having a friendly and enthusiastic exchange with her!" Karin hastily protested.
"I never thought your tastes were so extreme, Karin..." Khadgar shook his head in mock regret. "But honestly, that black dragon's humanoid form is quite beautiful. Her figure and looks are both first-rate..."
As he spoke, Khadgar bent down and pointed at the back of Karin's robe.
"There's still blood here... quite a lot of it!"
Karin calmly raised Atiesh and swept away the bloodstains remaining on him.
"Not anymore..." He blinked, then asked, "You're the only one who knows about this, right?"
"Of course!" Khadgar raised his head proudly. "That secret chamber is very well soundproofed... who but someone with senses as keen as mine could hear anything inside?"
"Good. Don't tell anyone..." Karin reminded him again.
"I know. I won't tell anyone else... I'll only tell Miss Liadrin about it when we get back to Stratholme... ow, don't hit me..." Khadgar clutched his head and yelped.
"Have you told the others about the black dragon's confession?" Karin withdrew his hand and asked again.
"Yes, I've told Danath everything... they're holding a meeting, and he sent me to fetch you!" Khadgar said.
"All right, let's go!"
The meeting room at Nethergarde Keep.
Besides the four commanders, Danath Trollbane, Alleria Windrunner, Brann Bronzebeard, and Kurdran Wildhammer, there was now a marshal from Stormwind City: Reginald Windsor.
Thick bandages were wrapped around Windsor's chest, and his face was very pale... the black dragon's attack had left him badly wounded, but fortunately, he had been lucky enough to escape injury to any vital