"Changing Face" originated from the orc asylum in Lordaeron.
Every time Jaina came to inspect the orc shelter, Thrall would hide the elite orc warriors and deliberately expose a group of old, weak, sick and disabled to gain Jaina's sympathy.
When Jaina saw the suffering orc women and children, she felt compassion and returned to Dalaran to report to Antonidas. Antonidas used this to put pressure on Lordaeron and force King Terenas to hand over the last grain of food.
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Westfall is part of the Kingdom of Stormwind and must pay some taxes, which is understandable.
However, the Kingdom of Stormwind is extremely militaristic, and King Varian is so happy about his success that he has been fighting for years, imposing excessive taxes, and constantly increasing taxes. The people of the Kingdom of Stormwind have already been overwhelmed.
Since the return of King Varian, Westfall has owed Stormwind City enough taxes to buy a hundred Stormwind cities. To solve this problem, referring to Jaina's example, the Defias Brotherhood came up with a solution.
Every time the tax collectors of Stormwind City enter the Westfall, every household must hide valuable and useful items. The family must be completely destitute, without even a grain of food.
All the people consciously put on old clothes full of patches, and then made their faces dirty, letting the tax officials see an extremely poor western wilderness. They really couldn't come up with money, so they had to pay taxes.
Indefinite delay.
Westfall calls this behavior "face-changing."
Hearing that there was no need to "change face" in Moon Creek Town, the headmistress Orianna narrowed her eyes, revealing a dangerous look like a poisonous snake, and asked in a low voice: "So the rumors are true, and King Varian has really lost his power?
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The messenger nodded and said with joy:
"The news has been confirmed. Medivh and his son are dead. Now the entire Kingdom of Stormwind knows it, except King Varian. Lords everywhere are celebrating, this is the new life of the Kingdom of Stormwind. Of course, we cannot relax
Be alert, I heard that the night elves and the Kyrgyz Kingdom are planning to make a move."
Orianna glanced at the corner of her mouth, revealing an evil smile.
Then the smile became more and more arrogant, and the mouth became wider and wider, gradually occupying the messenger's entire field of vision.
The messenger's scalp was numb with fear. He seemed to see a fire-breathing dragon smiling at him.
"My Kingdom of Storms." The headmistress suddenly stood up with a stern look on her face:
"My territory, my people, no one can take her away from my hands. The succession of kings in Stormwind City is over. House Wrynn, your rule is over. I, Katrana Prestor, am back.
Already."
The Black Dragon Princess let out a burst of laughter, then flew into the sky, and the shadow enveloped the entire Yuexi Town. It was a huge dark cloud, covering the black dragon's huge body, and quickly moved towards the direction of Stormwind City.
The messenger was stunned for a long time, as if he was petrified. After a long time, he wiped off a cold sweat, looked back at a group of teachers and students watching the excitement, and asked fearfully:
"Your principal is the black dragon princess Onyxia, do you know this?"
The teachers didn't care at all, and the students all looked calm, not surprised at all.
"The principal can eat half a cow in one meal." A female teacher said politely: "She never hides her appetite and always complains that she doesn't have enough."
The Black Dragon Princess landed in the trading area of Stormwind City, still taking the form of Countess Katrana Prestor.
It has only been a dozen years since King Varian returned from the arena, but Stormwind City has already changed.
The Duke of Bolvar, the Earl of Agamemand under the pseudonym "Van Cleef", General Marcus Jonathan, and Marshal Windsor, whether they are friends or enemies, have become history.
Looking at the bustling crowd and the numb faces, the Black Dragon Princess felt a sense of sadness in her heart.
The scars of war are engraved on the faces of everyone in Stormwind City. Compared with when the Black Dragon Princess took power, Stormwind City is now extremely depressed, and the bustling city that it once was is long gone.
There were people everywhere wearing rags, barefoot and malnourished children, and women with disheveled hair and dirty faces.
In the tavern, there were no bards praising the kingdom, only songs accusing war crimes. The insensitive adventurers drank the cheapest wine and had no energy to complain.
When the Black Dragon Princess walked in Stormwind City, what she saw was full of hunger and suffering, and faces that had lost hope. Even the guards of the Kingdom of Stormwind City could only patrol in damaged armor.
"Varian, look what you have done?" Princess Black Dragon clenched her fists and asked in a voice: "These are your people, your tribe, don't you have any compassion at all?"
Then, the Black Dragon Princess gave a bitter smile: "I forgot, Varian has been eaten by Thrall, and you are no longer that person. Who can expect that a reckless man who returned from the arena can govern the country well?"
Managing a big country is like cooking a small one, and it has always been a difficult task for anyone in the world.
Even if the Black Dragon Princess has lived like this for thousands of years, is familiar with classics, has learned a lot, stayed up all night to make love and accidents, knows the history of human development like the back of her hand, and is a highly intelligent creature whose IQ is as reliable as her deep breathing, she cannot say that she is sure to govern a country well.
Of course, the Black Dragon Clan has always been arrogant and arrogant, and definitely does not lack pride and self-confidence.
Princess Black Sky clenched her fists, her face filled with excitement: "People of the Kingdom of Stormwind, your suffering is over, I, Onyxia, am back."
At this moment, the Black Dragon Princess felt a hint of danger.
It was a blond woman walking among a group of suffering people. She was wearing a gorgeous purple mage robe. The gold edge on the skirt was as dazzling as her hair. A familiar face fell into the eyes of the Black Dragon Princess.
"Jaina? No, Jaina has been bitten to death by the blue dragon king Kalecgos."
Although the Black Dragon Princess lives in seclusion in Yuexi Town and works as the principal, she never stops communicating with the outside world. Her many loved ones and servants, including goblins, kobolds, mammoths, etc., keep her informed of the latest news from the mainland at any time.
Kalecgos, the Blue Dragon King, is a once-in-a-million-year shame for the dragon clan. He is a typical fighting dragon. He is almost always defeated in every battle and has killed countless fellow dragon clan members.
The fact that he bit Jaina's neck in one bite became the only thing he could boast about in his life.
He always liked to vividly describe how he won Jaina's heart, how he turned the tide at a critical moment, and how he took action when Orgrimmar was in crisis and saved hundreds of thousands of orcs.
With the wisdom of the Black Dragon Princess, it is easy to analyze that Jaina and Kalecgos are using each other.
What Jaina is interested in is the body of the Blue Dragon. As a magic user and spell weaver of Azeroth, the body of the Blue Dragon is filled with the highest quality casting materials.
Kalecgos was interested in the relationship between Jaina and Medivh. In order to establish a relationship with Medivh, he did not recommend betraying several tribesmen and building several sets of epic equipment for Jaina.
After Medivh abandoned Jaina, Kalecgos immediately turned back and bit Jaina's neck. This was a very normal operation, and thus won Medivh's favor.
"The smell of high elves?"
Looking at this little girl who looked exactly like Jaina, the Black Dragon Princess looked wary. She felt the other party's powerful magic.
They both felt each other's breath and looked at each other from a distance through the crowd.
"The Kingdom of Stormwind is mine." The Black Dragon Princess announced her ownership.
The little girl’s smile is like a flower, like the bright spring light:
"That's not necessarily the case, little black dragon." (To be continued)