When a person was driven into a corner, they often unleashed astonishing strength.
When a nation was driven into a corner, it was even more terrifying. At noon on the day after the old black dragon Ebyssian was captured, new guests arrived at Theramore's Wizard's Tower.
Clad in black leather armor, Shawn personally led the royal mages in delivering the enormous corpse of a black dragon drakonid encased in ice. Accompanying him were the fully armed Duke Bolvar, Marshal Windsor, Stormwind City's Royal Archmage Marin, and a black-haired, middle-aged man wearing hunter's mail with a silver longbow on his back. Judging by the insignia on his shoulders, he was also a general.
Princess Caliea personally received the guests from Stormwind City, but Duke Bolvar's mistake had put King Varian, whom she loved like a younger brother, in danger. They could hardly expect a warm reception from her. After several merciless reprimands, Princess Caliea took little Anduin, who had recovered, back to the royal court, leaving these professional soldiers to discuss the details of rescuing the king.
"Knight Dick, Master Marin said that extracting a black dragon's blood essence is extremely difficult and requires special skills. Forgive my bluntness, but can you really guarantee that nothing will go wrong?"
Duke Bolvar still looked somewhat dejected. Sitting to one side, he ran a whetstone over his longsword, while the middle-aged man carrying a war bow sat silently beside him. Marshal Windsor had dealt with Dick before, so he was the one who asked the question.
Dick smiled at the question.
"Naturally, I don't understand such complicated skills, but I've found a true hunting master. He's done this more than once. His identity is rather unusual, though, so I hope you gentlemen will keep your emotions under control!"
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