Chapter 1106 Chess Player (Part 2)

On January 5th, in Stormwind City, at the residence of Countess Anristor, Princess Onyxia casually threw the thick stack of information to the ground.

"Haha! It seems that we are really underestimated! Originally, I had some expectations for Duke Marcus, who murdered our father. Unfortunately, pretending to have a military parade and then siege Blackstone Tower? It's really nothing new. Action." The speaker was a black-haired human man leaning against the wall wearing a crown of flames.

Unfortunately, he looks similar to Lord Prestor back then. Anyone who has seen Neltharion in human form can quickly associate him with the black dragon clan.

He is naturally Neltharion's eldest son Nefarian.

Onyxia gracefully took a sip of red wine from the glass, and a drop of bright red wine dripped down the corner of her lips, making this black-haired beauty who was actually a giant dragon look extremely coquettish: "Ha! My Brother, do you still plan to let those dirty orcs attack Stormwind City or Ironforge in advance? Or is your trump card the Ragnaros who is under your lair?"

"The Blackstone Orcs are just a group of slaves and watchdogs. As for the Lord of Fire... I hate communicating with such violent guys, because they can't talk well at all." Nefarian shrugged, seeming a little helpless.

"Oh, you still chose to trust your toys in the end?" Onyxia did not hide the sarcasm on her face.

"Hmph! Those precious experimental products are my greatest support for conquering this land in the future!" Nefarian was interrupted by Onyxia's wild laughter before he could finish his sentence.

"Hahaha! How ridiculous! Your inferior toys may not be enough to deal with weak humans, but you still want to take down the dragon army in Wyrmrest Temple?"

Nefarian's face turned livid: "Stupid sister! You don't understand the greatness of science at all! On the contrary, you have been staying in human territory. Aren't you afraid of being discovered and surrounded?"

"Hahahaha!" Onyxia laughed again with an enchanting and evil tone: "With the four dragon kings away, who can keep me? Besides, if it really angered me, I would burn Stormwind City with fire. Then kill their king Varian and prince Anduin, and find an opportunity to kill Duke Marcus. Then let the Kingdom of Stormwind fall into division and chaos."

"Hmph! Arrogance and confidence are two different things. Since mortals can kill Archimonde, our demigod body may not be so reliable. Be careful, my sister, I don't want to see your dragon head next time At that time, he was hung in the Valley of the Kings in Stormwind City."

"You are the one, just don't let the Fire Demon King burn your butt!"

The two brothers and sisters broke up unhappy like this.

right! Although the black dragons are all powerful individually, their selfish characteristics make them rarely open to the outside world. Even though they are brothers and sisters, they still have their own positions.

The black dragon brothers and sisters didn't know that Lilas, the youngest of the Windrunner sisters, was thousands of meters away. She turned on [Tracking Dragon Clan] and easily sensed Nefarian's arrival and departure.

"As expected..." Lilas sighed softly, and then disappeared into the night.

On January 6, in the Feralas region in the southwest of the Kalimdor continent, a bloody and exciting gladiatorial match was being held in the Dire Maul Arena.

What is very different from the original history is that it was due to the destruction of the Kingdom of Lordaeron that gladiatorial games disappeared in the Eastern Kingdom. Now it is because Queen Kalia is kind and disgusted with this cruel and bloody killing, so she has canceled the gladiatorial competition within the kingdom.

When there is demand, there is market.

Perhaps it was precisely because after the Second Dark Portal War that the orcs had been slaves for more than ten years, gladiatorial competitions became popular among the orcs.

Slaves from all over the world were sent to Dire Maul in Feralas, where they were forced to duel with each other or fight various dangerous creatures.

Of course, there are also orcs who claim to be brave and voluntarily participate in the gladiatorial fight, because this is the only opportunity to legally kill humans in an environment where their chief, Thrall, strictly prohibits harming Alliance people.

Similarly, thrill-seeking investors from all over the world travel thousands of miles and even cross oceans to come here to watch the most exciting gladiatorial competitions.

On this day, a pair of new guests were welcomed into the VIP suite on the top floor of the Dire Maul Arena, which happened to be named [Xiri].

You know, this is no ordinary VIP room. The cost of a private room alone for one day is as high as 10,000 Arathor gold coins.

When the mysterious owner of Dire Maul originally set up this private room, he never expected that anyone would be so rich and could afford the astronomical fee of 10,000 gold coins a day.

This is more like a kind of 'asking for a high price and paying the money back', in order to promote the second-class [Huiyue] private rooms.

Who would have thought that today, a mysterious financial sponsor would appear.

"Payment in cash, no credit." Originally, when the goblin in charge of receiving guests heard the request, he was ready to hurt this mysterious rich man who overestimated his abilities. He even called the ogre behind him, who had only one head left but was originally two heads, to come forward.

Because he never thought that anyone could give him this money.

From behind the benefactor, an attendant came up and opened the space bag without saying a word.

"Crash!" There was a crisp sound, and a huge amount of gold coins that could not even be loaded into a carriage poured in front of the goblin in charge of reception.

The attendant only had one sentence left: "My lord said, if there is more, it will be considered as a tip for you."

After saying that, the leading mysterious benefactor hugged the blond and masked dancer and walked majestically past the goblin receptionist.

I have to say that the [Xiri]-level VIP private rooms are still of a certain quality.

The windows of the private room use Ironforge's latest one-way glass technology. When outsiders look through it, they see a reflection. In the middle of the private room is a red velvet armchair that looks like a big bed. It is very warm and comfortable to sit on.

There are two stoves on the left and right sides of the room. Outside the room, there are two dedicated human waiters who add firewood to the stoves on time.

There are several ropes hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room, each one corresponding to a service. As long as you pull it, a certain bell will ring, and a dedicated waiter will immediately come in to serve the guests.

The rooms are divided into front and back, and the one next to the arena is naturally for the distinguished guests.

Outside, there is a lounge for the guards and maids brought by the guests.

As soon as he entered the private room and lay down on the armchair, this mysterious benefactor cast a spell to isolate himself from all detection from the outside world, and then revealed his true appearance.

Yes, of course he is Duke.

"Hey, Jaina, before the protagonist appears, do you want to practice human alchemy with the master?"