On January 5, in Stormwind City, in the palace of Countess Anristo, Princess Onexia casually threw the thick stack of information to the ground. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Oh, it seems, we're being underestimated! I had some expectations for Duke Marcus, who murdered our father. It's a pity that pretending to parade and then encircling and suppressing the Black Stone Tower is really a new move. It was a black-haired human man leaning against the wall and wearing a flame crown.

It's a pity that he has a similar appearance to Lord Presto back then, and anyone who has seen the humanoid Nesario can quickly associate it with the Black Dragon Clan.

He was, of course, Nefarian, Nesario's eldest son.

Onexia gracefully took a sip of the red wine in the glass, and a drop of bright red wine trickled down the corner of her lips, making the black-haired beauty, who was actually a dragon, look extremely bewitching: "Oh, my brother, are you still planning to let those filthy orcs attack Stormwind or Ironforge ahead of time? Or is your hole card the Ragnaros under your lair?"

"The Blackstone Orcs are just a bunch of slaves and watchdogs. As for the Lord of Flames...... I hate talking to such grumpy guys because they can't talk properly. Nefarian shrugged, seeming a little helpless.

"Oh, you still choose to trust your toys in the end?" said Onexia, who made no secret of the sarcasm on her face.

"Hmph, those precious experiments, but my greatest dependence on the land in the future!" Nefarian was interrupted by Onexia's maniacian laughter.

"Hahaha! It's ridiculous! With your unpopular toys, it may not be enough to deal with weak humans, and you still want to clean up the dragon army in the Dragon Sleeping Temple?"

Nefarian's face turned pale: "Stupid sister, you don't know the greatness of science at all! On the contrary, you, who have been staying in the territory of mankind, are you not afraid of being discovered and encircled?"

"Hahahaha!" Onexia laughed again with a bewitching and evil laugh: "The four dragon kings are not here, who can keep me? When the time comes, let the Stormwind Kingdom fall into division and chaos. ”

"Hmph! Arrogance and self-confidence are two different things. If mortals can kill Akmund, then our demigod bodies may not be so reliable. Be careful, my sister, I don't want to be hanging from the Valley of the Kings in Stormwind the next time I see your faucet. ”

"You are, just don't be burned by the Fire Demon King!"

The two siblings broke up unhappily.

Although the Black Dragons are all very powerful, their selfish nature makes them rarely able to show their hearts to the outside world. Even as brothers and sisters, they still have their own positions.

The Black Dragon brothers and sisters didn't know that thousands of kilometers away, Lilath, the youngest of the Windranger sisters, opened the [Tracking Dragons] and easily sensed the arrival and departure of Nefarian.

"Sure enough......" Lilath sighed softly, and disappeared into the night.

On January 6, in the Filas region in the southwestern part of the continent of Kalimdor, in the Arena of the Hammer of Doom, a bloody and exciting gladiatorial match was being prepared.

It is very different from the original history that it was originally because of the destruction of the Kingdom of Lordaeron that the gladiatorial tournament disappeared from the Eastern Kingdom Continent. Now, because Queen Kalia is merciful and disgusted with this brutal and bloody killing, the gladiatorial tournament has been canceled within the kingdom.

Where there is demand, there is a market.

Perhaps it was precisely because after the Second Dark Gate War, the orcs were slaves for more than ten years, so it became the orcs who began to prevail in gladiatorial matches.

Slaves from all over the world were sent to the hammer of doom in Firas, where they were forced to duel each other or fight against various dangerous creatures.

Of course, there are also self-proclaimed orcs who volunteer to participate in gladiatorial fights, as this is the only legal opportunity to kill humans in a situation where their Grand Chieftain Thrall strictly forbids harming the Alliance.

Similarly, thrill-seekers from all over the world come here from thousands of miles and even across the ocean to watch the most exciting gladiatorial matches.

On this day, a new pair of guests were welcomed in the VIP suite on the top floor of the Hammer of Doom Arena, which happened to be called [Dawn].

You know, this is no ordinary VIP room. The cost of a private room for one day alone is as high as 10,000 Araço Gold Coins.

When the mysterious owner of the hammer of doom set up this private room, he never prepared that anyone would be so rich that he could afford the astronomical fee of 10,000 gold coins a day.

This is more like a kind of 'sky-high asking price to repay the money', in order to mainly promote the second-class [Huiyue] level private room.

Who would have thought that just today, a mysterious gold lord appeared.

"Cash payments are not made on credit. Originally, when the goblin who was in charge of receiving the guests heard the request, he was ready to damage this mysterious tyrant who was not able to do anything about it. He had even beckoned the two-headed ogre behind him to come forward.

Because he never thought that anyone would be able to give this money.

From behind the gold lord, an attendant walked up and opened the space bag without saying a word.

"Whoa!" There was a crisp sound, and a huge amount of gold coins that could not even be filled in a carriage were poured down in front of the goblins in charge of reception.

The attendant only had one sentence left: "My lord said, there is a lot, it is considered a tip for you." ”

With that, the leading mysterious gold lord, with the blonde hair and masked dancing girl in his arms, walked past the goblin reception in a dignified manner.

I have to say that the [Xiri] level VIP room is still a bit of quality.

The windows of the private rooms are equipped with the latest one-way glass technology from Iron Furnace Castle, and when outsiders look at it, it is a reflection. In the middle of the private room is a red flannel chair that looks like a large bed, and it is very warm and comfortable to sit on.

There are two stoves on the left and right sides of the room, and two special human attendants fill the stove on time outside the room.

In the middle of the room, several ropes hang from the ceiling, each corresponding to a service, as soon as a pull, a certain kind of bell rings, and immediately a special waiter comes in to serve the guests.

The room is divided into two rooms, and the gladiatorial arena is naturally for 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 chair, the mysterious gold lord cast a spell to isolate all detection from the outside world, and then revealed his true face.

Yes, he's Duke, of course.

"Yo, Gianna, while the protagonist hasn't appeared yet, do you want to practice human alchemy with Master?"