The players gave this possibly the only skinning knife in the world to Mr. Mai.
Then, Onyxia knew about this from nowhere, rushed in, and said directly: "I know I can't escape, just use that knife to write [正] on me!"
After saying that, the Black Dragon Princess closed her eyes in despair, looking like she had sacrificed herself generously.
At this moment, she seemed to be possessed by Joan of Arc and was about to undergo the most horrific torture.
At this moment, she was not an evil black dragon, but a weak woman who was unable to fight against her terrible master.
At this moment, all the elf girl guards turned their heads and focused their attention on the innocent Mai's face.
"Pfft!" McDonald, who was drinking water, spat out.
ha!?
Who told you about this strange thing?
Please, be careful when writing "Qualified" and write straight words. They are two completely different concepts, okay?
Although they are both meat, their uses are completely different!
While McDonald was complaining crazily in his mind, he lectured the black dragon MM seriously: "What are you guessing! The time to attack Nefarian has not come yet. I don't know what you are talking about. The mount must do its job. I
There are also official duties..."
"Pah!" Onyxia slapped a piece of paper on McDonald's table: "I have evidence!"
That is a beautiful oil painting!
The girl in the painting is a captured female ninja.
I don’t know which dirty god made some straight characters for the girl in the painting.
Well, I understand everything.
But, [Dark Dynasty] boss, why are your handed down paintings here?
Then, Onyxia clearly misunderstood something.
McDonald's mood was shattered.
As the saying goes, when people sit at home, pots come from heaven.
No wonder the system allowed the Evil God to be temporarily listed as a hostile element. It's really not wrong to blame those guys. Once they are trapped, they will be more terrifying than the enemy.
On the surface, Trident is his confidant.
In fact, those guys are just lawless idiots.
McDonald's was extremely embarrassed, but fortunately, he still had a chance to come back.
He adjusted his sitting posture, held his chin with his left hand, and lightly touched the table with his right index finger: "My men's hobbies have nothing to do with me. I am not free enough to humiliate my own mount for fun."
"I, this...that..." Onyxia found that this was a little different from what she had imagined, but this still could not eliminate the uneasiness and fear in her heart.
"What are you afraid of?"
"I...I'm afraid of death...I'm afraid that you want to deal with Filmor like the other black dragons did to me."
The more afraid you are, the less you dare to face it, and the more afraid you become.
Onyxia knelt down dejectedly. Her slumped duck-sitting posture was nothing like the high-spirited Countess she had been when she first entered the royal family of Lordaeron.
McDonald didn't even stand up, he just sat there.
But to the Black Dragon Princess, she felt like he was the emperor sitting high on the throne, looking down at her.
"Are you afraid of being skinned and dismantled, with every piece from teeth to bones being made into something else?"
"Afraid!"
"Who are you more afraid of? Me or your father?"
"I'm afraid that you, Master, may be more concerned." She used the honorific title.
"Why?"
"Because you are stronger, I can't imagine what it will be like after I escape."
"oh?"
"The weak obey the strong, isn't this the right thing in the world?"
At this point, McDonald finally understood.
The thinking of black dragons is different from that of humans. In the face of power, most humans will yield, but there will always be a small number of people who will rise up and fight back angrily. However, in the world view of black dragons, surrendering to the strong is natural.
After understanding this, McDonald finally understood that as long as Neltharion did not defeat him and prove the power of Deathwing, the female dragon's loyalty would be absolute.
On the contrary, if McDonald loses, the dragon will jump faster than anyone else.
Speaking of this, McDonald's is really right.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. In the eyes of others, this was confidence; in Onyxia's eyes, this was cruel judgment.
"Ha! Onyxia, you are because when I was away, Nefarian came to you to plot to subvert the alliance. You didn't tell him, because you were afraid that I would liquidate him."
"Yes..." she sobbed.
If you ignore her true nature, she is a pitiable beauty.
McDonald was unmoved: "Punishment? It has already been given - during this period of time, the fear I gave you is the best punishment. Go away! Think carefully about what is the duty of a mount."
That night, Onyxia arrived, wearing a gauze dress and holding Onyxia's reins in her mouth.
This, in human form, holds something like a horse bit in its mouth, very much like Nezuko from "Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba".
McDonald: "..."
It's so weird, why the elf girl next to me looks at me like I'm a scumbag.
Well, ignoring Onyxia, a female dragon with a weird brain circuit, McDonald decisively chose to attack the Blackwing Lair without waiting for the fire demon Ragnaros to go berserk.
Theoretically, this is the wrong order.
In practice, this is no choice.
First of all, Nefarian and Ragnaros are naturally at odds with each other, so there is no possibility of joining forces.
Secondly, it is good for them to line up and jump out one by one, but no matter which company the alliance attacks, there is a possibility that another company will jump out and stab them in the back, but they just don’t know who to backstab.
Finally, due to the existence of [Devil's Soul], McDonald was confident of attacking Blackwing Lair quickly.
At the Throne Council.
McDonald's announced:
"Now the Horde has no time to attack the Alliance. Taking this opportunity, I decided to divide the Alliance's strong and elite troops into two. One part will be wary of Ragnaros, the fire demon who created today's Burning Plains and Searing Gorge, and the other part will follow
I attack the [Blackwing Lair] where the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian is. I know it is dangerous to fight on two fronts, but we have no choice. Fortunately, I am absolutely sure to deal with Nefarian, and all that is needed is a time difference. Please
Everyone must contribute their own strength!”
After the words fell, the alliance leaders nodded one after another.
"agree!"
"Agree!"
"This evil black dragon must be defeated!"
Sneaking into the Kingdom of Stormwind, one of the cores of the Alliance, and almost subverting the entire country, Nefarian declared war on the Alliance in a substantial sense.
His lair is in Blackrock Mountain. If he doesn't attack him, Wrynn and the Bronzebeard royal family will never be able to sleep peacefully in the future.
Since the leaders unanimously approved it, Macdonald assigned the task.
"On the Balrog side, we should be on guard. On the western front on the Searing Gorge, His Majesty Magni Bronzebeard will be in charge, with His Excellency Ronin working together. On the eastern front in the Burning Plains, Alsace will partner with Kael'tha.
It's done. The army should not approach the ten-kilometer radius of the Molten Core for the time being to avoid irritating Ragnaros in advance."
Magni and the two idiots who used the magic mirror to connect remotely nodded at the same time.
