The Bronze Dragons were often nowhere to be found. Among the other four dragonflights, only Ysera and Alexstrasza were on relatively good terms, Onyxia calculated.
Patrick had formed an alliance with the Blue Dragons, and Onyxia could exert some influence over a portion of the Black Dragons. In other words, if he fell out with Wyrmrest Temple completely, at least he would only have to face two enemies: the Red Dragons and the Green Dragonflight.
Considering that he was on good terms with Illidan, the Green Dragonflight represented by Ysera might not necessarily move against Illidan. The so-called Wyrmrest Temple Coalition Forces had been reduced by half without anyone noticing.
"It doesn't matter." Patrick merely smiled. "But aren't you worried about yourself?"
"Why?" Onyxia asked in confusion.
"This is the Dragonflight's headquarters. Aren't you afraid of attracting dragons by freely using the Black Dragons' power to control the earth here?"
"I'm not worried in the slightest. Even if my father betrayed Wyrmrest Temple, it still has Black Dragon members." Changing tack, Onyxia smiled meaningfully. "Even if they discover me, so what? I'm still useful to you. You won't hand me over to them to deal with. To take it a step further, you need the Black Dragons' power. Compared with the members of Wyrmrest Temple, I'm your best choice, because I'm completely under your control. I can only help you wholeheartedly, and even if something unexpected happens, it won't cause you any losses."
The Black Dragon Princess before him smugly licked her lips, her small, bright-red tongue lightly touching them. "Am I right, Lord Patrick Cabrolon, whose power holds sway over Azeroth?"
He had to admit that she truly was Neltharion's daughter. She had mastered the four fundamental skills of assessing circumstances, scheming, calculating interests, and reading people with such