Chapter 1865: Chapter 1260: Reginald’s Request (Ben the Cat’s Soft, Plump Belly)_2
The character of a ruler doesn’t matter, what matters is whether he has a steadfast will. In Duanmu Huai’s view, Varian is not as useful as that Merchant Voyager Dada Niel. This Kingdom of Stormwind is in such a state, it’s probably beyond saving.
So, what to do next? I remember there seem to be only a few Human Kingdoms left here, besides the Kingdom of Stormwind, there’s Kul Tiras, Dalaran, and Gilneas.
I heard that over in Gilneas, it’s all Werewolves now, Duanmu Huai has long stopped considering them as Humans. Dalaran seems to be a place where various races coexist, so that leaves only Kul Tiras. Conveniently, this country is also located in Kalimdor, Duanmu Huai plans to pass through Kul Tiras on the way to Ahn’Qiraj to see how things are there.
Just as Duanmu Huai was enjoying food and complaining with two others in the guest room, the chaotic Stormwind Keep finally calmed down.
Well, for now.
“Phew…”
Looking at the floor in front of him, King Varian’s expression was still a bit stiff. The corpse of that Black Dragon had been dragged away, the bloodstains on the floor had also been cleaned, only the sunken ground evidenced everything that had happened before.
Previously, because the situation happened so suddenly, the people knew nothing except that a Black Dragon had hidden its identity and infiltrated the Kingdom of Stormwind. It wasn’t until most of the affairs were handled that they had a detailed talk with Marshal Reginald, who had exposed the Black Dragon’s identity, to finally learn the true identity of that Black Dragon.
The daughter of the legendary terrifying Giant Dragon, Death Wing—the Princess of the Black Dragonflight Onyxia.
But honestly, even Varian finds it a bit hard to believe this fact.
It’s not that they doubt Marshal Reginald, this old minister has remarkable achievements, having once raided the Tower of Medivh with Anduin Lothar, and is loyal to the Kingdom of Stormwind. By all accounts, what he says doesn’t have any room for doubt.
Well, by all accounts.
But what if we don’t go by ‘all accounts’?
The reason is quite simple.
The daughter of Death Wing, the Princess of the Black Dragonflight Onyxia, was killed with one smash???
Would you believe it, or would you believe I’m the King of the Titans?
Although everyone witnessed Duanmu Huai smash that Black Dragon to death, rationally they couldn’t accept this result! By all accounts, shouldn’t such an existence be one that everyone has to fight with all their might, perhaps until Stormwind City is in ruins, sacrifices countless lives, and only then barely manage to take it down—or have it escape?
In fact, after that, King Varian even invited the Archbishop of the Church of the Holy Light and the revered Archmage to examine the Black Dragon’s corpse. Without revealing the truth, these highly respected beings, who possess great strength, unanimously confirmed that this Black Dragon was indeed a very threatening entity, and that it was killed directly on-site by a very powerful presence. They were, in fact, quite curious as to who could have eliminated such a powerful Black Dragon.
As for whether this Black Dragon was indeed Death Wing’s daughter Onyxia—well, they couldn’t be sure, as no one had ever truly seen the Princess of the Black Dragonflight, right?
Even Marshal Reginald, who brought the information and personally dispelled Onyxia’s illusion, was somewhat unsure. In his impression, Onyxia was a cunning and devious schemer, as seen from her attempt to infiltrate Stormwind City under an alias to control Varian and the high-ranking Nobles in Stormwind City. In fact, according to Reginald’s investigation, even the previous turmoil of the Stonemason’s Guild and the Queen’s death were inextricably linked to Onyxia.
So in Reginald’s imagination, Onyxia was a very cunning, cautious, and terrifying enemy. Honestly, if this Black Dragon were a Puppet or avatar of some kind, he would find it more acceptable.
But you say that schemer was just smashed to death?
How to put it…it’s just a bit…in short, it feels like that shouldn’t be her kind of ending.
Moreover, what left Reginald speechless was that the one who killed Onyxia wasn’t some hidden expert from the Kingdom of Stormwind, nor a famous hero, but just an Adventurer. In fact, this Adventurer didn’t come here because they discovered some conspiracy, but simply to deliver a message and collect a Bounty.
Then, in passing, he took down Onyxia.
If he imagined himself dying in such a way, Reginald felt he would absolutely vomit three liters of blood.
And there’s one thing Reginald didn’t tell Varian, back when he followed Losa to raid the Tower of Medivh, he once saw a vision of his future—where in one prophecy, he would be killed by a Black Dragon. In fact, when Reginald returned to Stormwind Keep and planned to confront Onyxia, he was mentally prepared for that.
But the outcome…um…it seems…this prophecy might have failed?
“Who exactly is that warrior?”
Reginald couldn’t help but sigh upon pondering, while King Varian let out a bitter smile.
“It must be said, he’s helped us quite a bit.”
After Onyxia’s death, King Varian felt as if his mind gradually became clearer, not only him but even his subordinates too, certain issues they previously hadn’t thought deeply about seemed to now have clarified in their minds.