"What is this?" Onyxia asked the maid who was waiting on her, pointing to the 'rune' that looked exactly like a certain dragon's butt.
Although she didn't have much freedom, someone still gave her the treatment of a countess.
"Oh, this is a measure after the Stratholme Territory implements the new quarantine law. Every pig, cow, and sheep must be quarantined before slaughter. Only when the quarantine is safe will this seal be stamped. This is called [safe meat]."
After answering, the maid babbled: "There is no way, those damn curse cultists are spreading plague everywhere, and people will turn into zombies after eating poisoned food. It's terrible."
The female black dragon touched the area where her dragon scales had been peeled off.
No!
No way!
No one would be so cruel to eat dragon meat, right?
The noble Black Dragon Princess remembered the boring topics she heard from noble ladies in the noble salon.
During the Second Battle of the Dark Portal, a group of vicious Stratholme people slaughtered more than a thousand flying dragons (including young dragons and young dragons) and sold dragon meat and dragon skins in the city of Lordaeron.
and keel.
As soon as she saw those bright red dragon skin bags, she knew they were genuine. Then she heard those ladies say that dragon meat is like beef tendon. Although it is slightly tougher, it is chewy and delicious...
Back then, she had sneered at the Red Dragon Legion for being stupid, but it was all because of human crossbows.
Unexpectedly...
Things are turning, and it's her turn.
There is a will to resist, but there is no strength to resist.
The man who killed a thousand swords, McDonald, had deceived her for more than two years, trying to deceive the alliance. She was sealed by the "curse" of the four dragon kings, and she almost lost all her power.
"Damn it, I shouldn't have saved that idiot Alsace. I should have just run away! Find a place to hide after I go out and pray that I won't be found by Deathwing..." The Black Dragon Princess shed tears of regret.
Now, she can't run away even if she wants to.
"Tap tap tap."
This is the sound of death's footsteps.
Dragons can be very slow or very sensitive. If necessary, they can sense hundreds of sounds at the same time.
She knew immediately that damn McDonald's was coming.
Sure enough, the door was opened recklessly.
The maid in the room bowed and retreated with good intentions. Stratholme's personal knights filed in, guarding the door and windows.
MacDonald, escorted by two beautiful elves, sat carelessly in the opposite corner of the dining table in front of Onyxia.
"You...if you want to kill me, just do it!" Onyxia turned her head, revealing a white scene, as if she was ready to act bravely.
How strange that a burst of awe-inspiring righteousness came to my face!
It was true that she closed her eyes, but her trembling eyelashes and her hands slightly clenching her skirt betrayed her inner nervousness.
"Kill you? When did I say I was going to kill you?" McDonald sneered.
"Then what do you mean?" She opened her eyes and pushed the plate of pork with a qualified brand with one hand.
"It's not interesting. All the soldiers in the territory who need meat eat the same beautiful meat." Mai Laigui spread his hands.
"hehe!"
I believe you are a ghost!
"This is not a threat. The alliance is in urgent need of a powerful air force..."
The Black Dragon Princess interrupted him with lightning, her eyes flashed with a terrifying ferocious light, and a dragon's power suddenly emerged: "You can't even think of enslaving me! I am the great Black Dragon Princess Onyxia!"
"Slavery? No! Just get what you need. I can save you from being slaughtered by your father, but you..."
"Get out!" She seemed to realize that she was too powerful. In the final analysis, she was just a piece of high-quality, safe meat. Her momentum suddenly weakened: "Or kill me!"
"Haha!" This time, it was McDonald's turn to sneer: "You have three days to think about it."
McDonald didn't say anything harsh, and turned around and left with the people.
Back in his study, McDonald told Valeela: "You can let the target get close to her."
"Isn't this too dangerous? If the Curse Cult and Onyxia unite... I'm afraid things will get out of control."
McDonald waved his hand: "No, it's my turn to be careful. The cursed sect is my younger brother."
This is a very subtle ouroboros-like relationship.
Don't think that Onyxia can't find a chance to escape. Compared to McDonald and others, what she is really afraid of is her father. How many black dragons has the crazy Deathwing killed?
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He never took any black dragon seriously.
He also never gave Sinestra the name of Dragon Queen, purely because she was the only female black dragon who survived after being raped by him, and then gave birth to offspring. He also gave Nefarian and Onyxia
Just be a tool dragon.
He failed to subvert the alliance and was plotted against him. He slapped the dragon in the face like this. Once he recovers from his injuries, he will 100% take brutal revenge on everyone, including the entire alliance and Onyxia who failed.
Onyxia was not only controlled by McDonald, but also used McDonald, who had "defeated her father twice" as a shield.
How she will react when both sides put pressure on her is very subtle.
Almost immediately that night, the maid serving Onyxia was changed.
"Who are you? I can't hide the stench on your body!" She stared at the new maid.
"Black Dragon Princess Onyxia! Do you long for power? Do you hate the imprisonment you are subjected to? My Lord, the leader of the great Scourge Legion, His Majesty the Lich King, can help you get out of trouble!"
"How can I help?"
The woman in front of me, who was clearly not sane at first glance, began to 'preach' nervously.
"Life is as short as fireworks, only death is eternal! Death will eventually rule the entire world of Azeroth. No living person can disobey the Lich King's orders. Take refuge in him! You can dominate the entire province, all death
The power is all at your disposal, your dragon breath can destroy a mountain range! Your..."
Before this guy could finish speaking, he fainted and fell to the ground.
With a frosty look, Onyxia walked over, knelt down, moved a little closer to the woman's eyebrows, and activated the cruel [Soul Searching Technique].
Soon, Princess Black Dragon's face turned even worse, turning blue and white.
"Shit Lich King! He actually wants my life and makes me a disgusting corpse dragon!?"
Although the Black Dragon Legion has separated from Wyrmrest Temple, the dragon clan hates the remains of their compatriots or their own remains being desecrated. This is a custom engraved in the deepest part of the soul.
Just imagining her beautiful dragon scales turning to dust and seeing every wound crawling with maggots made Onyxia want to gag.
She pushed open the door of the room suddenly, looked at the two knights who pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords, and said coldly: "That bitch inside is a curse cultist. You clean up, and I want to see your master now."
"
Ten minutes later, a huge black dragon flapped its wings and flew to the west under the gaze of more than 100,000 defenders.
Liadrin looked at McDonald with admiration in her eyes: "How did you do it?"
"No, I just let the Curse Sect lower the limit in her heart, and then gave her a condition that she can accept now." McDonald, the honest and reliable young man, said.
