From Onyxia's point of view, the newly emerged Countess of Pretito's methods are too inferior. She only knows how to maintain a personal relationship with her own body. character set.

The Fordragon family is a loyal supporter of the Wrynn royal family. If they can win the current Duke of Fordragon, Bolvar, to their side, the Wrynn royal family will completely lose their power and become a place for nobles to manipulate state power. Toy.

Such a simple truth, Onyxia believed that the unintelligent fake could figure it out, and would not miss this opportunity.

Bolvar, like Varian, is a pragmatic aristocrat, and rarely initiates a banquet. This time is a rare opportunity for the false Countess of Prestor.

Sharlayan was not interested in paying attention to how Onyxia planned to deal with that fake, all he needed was the intelligence network possessed by the identity of "Countess Prestor".

Seeing Onyxia's lack of interest, she probably lost interest in this broken vest and didn't want this identity to be used by Nefarian.

That being the case, before destroying Prestor, the signboard of the black dragon walking in the mortal world, Onyxia didn't mind letting Sharlayan make use of the contacts that this identity possessed for the last time.

The banquet invitation sent by Bolvar Fordragon was tonight. During the day, Sharlayan took the still energetic little star to the most prosperous trading area in the city. Unfortunately, he failed to find out the identity of the pandaren. where to go.

Valeera, who didn't sleep well, continued to catch up on sleep in the embassy, ​​while Onyxia concealed her identity and went around the residence of the Countess of Prestor, but unfortunately she couldn't sneak in.

"Tsk! That idiot who doesn't know how to restrain himself."

When Sharlayan and Stellagosa returned, Onyxia couldn't wait to complain to them.

"She actually arranged dozens of dragon guards outside the Earl's Mansion. There is no one who is afraid of dying to this point."

Onyxia shook her feet anxiously: "I probably guessed who took my place. I didn't deal with that guy in the first place, so I just took this opportunity to avenge my revenge."

Sharlayan calmly persuaded: "As long as you can grasp the propriety, I will not make irresponsible remarks on your plan."

"But I still have to ask, if you fight her, are you sure you can win?"

"Um…"

Onyxia frowned and weighed it: "If it's one-on-one, I have absolute confidence to win, but I can't guarantee whether that flirt has secretly brought other subordinates over."

The black dragon who can distinguish from the black dragon princess must also be an adult dragon, so it is difficult to deal with.

Since Onyxia was guaranteed to win, Sharlayan was willing to believe her.

"Then you can concentrate on dealing with that fake earl. If she has other subordinates, leave it to us to contain her."

It is impossible for the three legends to defeat the demigod-level adult black dragon, but it can still be done if it is just delaying time.

Besides, if a fight really broke out, Sharlayan didn't believe that Pasonia Shaw, Benedictus and other experts from the Storm Kingdom would look on foolishly.

Benedictus is the Bishop of the Stormwind Diocese of the Church of the Holy Light and one of the favorite disciples of Archbishop Alonsus Faol.

According to the barrage, Benedictus will betray humans and join N'Zoth in the future, but that will be many years later, and it is not known whether he has secretly changed his position.

Even if it was, in the face of the black dragon's blatant attack, as the bishop of Benedictus, it was impossible to stand idly by, and he had to play a full set of plays.

And Pasonia Shaw is the leader of the intelligence organization SI:7 in the Kingdom of Stormwind, a veteran legendary thief, and her strength is definitely not weak.

If possible, Sharlayan didn't want to fight the black dragon in the city, but the place of the battle didn't depend on him, but on how the other party responded.

"Valeera, have you rested enough?"

"Well, just tell me if you have a task."

Sarlayan narrowed his eyes: "I don't care what method you use, try to get in touch with SI:7 secretly before the banquet tonight, and let them raise their vigilance on Earl Prestor's mansion in advance."

"Half a day..."

Valeera scratched her blond hair distressedly: "You will really give me problems... All right, I will do my best."

Sharlayan nodded encouragingly, and then turned his gaze to Stellagosa: "Stella, you should also find a way to notify the master mages in the mage district and the priest in the church district."

"Don't tell them the details, just say that it might happen in the noble district tonight."

"Whether they believe it or not, at least we have fulfilled our obligation to remind, and no one can blame us afterwards."

Little Xingxing nodded obediently: "Okay, I'll set off now."

"at last…"

Sharlayan turned to look at Onyxia who was lazily leaning on the sofa: "Oni, you are the one to sound the signal to start the war, and minimize the number of innocent casualties."

Onyxia waved her hand lazily: "I see~ I don't understand why you care so much about those mortals you don't want to do with."

Sharlayan smiled noncommittally: "I just want peace of mind. This is the biggest difference between me and you orthodox dragons who treat mortals like nothing."

Valley

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In the Palace of the Duke of Fortagan, the contemporary Duke Bolvar is directing the servants to prepare nervously for tonight's banquet.

An old man dressed as a housekeeper suddenly walked quickly to Bovar's side and whispered a few words in his ear.

"So early?"

A look of surprise appeared on Bovar's face, and then he restrained his expression.

"Wilfred, I leave this to you."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke."

The old butler took over the job and continued to direct the servants to set up the venue.

Bovar hurried to his room on the second floor and knocked on the door for instructions.

"Sir, is it convenient for you now?"

"Well, come in, Bolvar."

"excuse me."

Bovar twisted the doorknob to open the door, stepped into the house and then closed the door quickly, no one saw the scene inside the house.

A heroic black-haired man was sitting in front of the half-drawn window, looking at the bustling aristocratic district with empty eyes.

"His Majesty…"

The man wearing the crown is the current king of the Stormwind Kingdom, Varian Wrynn.

The last time Sharlayan and Valeera met, the king who had just ascended the throne was still a bit young.

Today, after experiencing many hardships, his public attitude is obviously restrained, and there is a bit of gloom and worry in his once enthusiastic eyes.

Not because of his own situation, but worried about the future of the kingdom.

"Bovar, did Earl Deep Shadow agree to the banquet invitation you sent?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Under Varian's gesture, Bolvar sat across from him, and replied respectfully: "The little Earl Deep Shadow seemed to have noticed something, and he only hesitated for a short time before accepting the invitation."

"Oh~"

Varian smiled meaningfully: "Many people in Quel'Thalas say that Sharlayan Deep Shadow is just a reckless man. After all, it's just the preconceived prejudice of those proud pure-blood elves against half-elves. "

"Such talents have to be pushed out. No wonder Quel'Thalas has not been developed all these years."

"If it wasn't for the fact that the two Sun Kings put their trust in him against all odds, I really want to recruit him to the Stormwind Kingdom."

Everyone in Quel'Thalas knew that Earl Deep Shadow was a half-elf, but because the reclusive Inas seldom appeared in front of people, most people didn't know the origin of the other half of Sharlayan's blood.

Many people, including Varian, judged by his appearance and subconsciously believed that he was a hybrid of human and elf.

Shaking his head and putting aside the unrealistic thoughts, Varian quickly restrained his regretful emotions.

"Let's proceed according to the plan. Quel'Thalas also faced the experience of great nobles violating the king's power. I hope Sharlayan, who has personally experienced this matter, can give me some inspiration."

"and also…"

A cold light flickered in Varian's eyes: "Will the Countess of Prestor also attend this banquet?"

"Yes~lightnovelpub.net~ Bolvar also has a grim look on his face. He was young and full of vigor, and he once had admiration for the Countess of Prestor.

However, after returning from the Alliance Expeditionary Force, the Countess of Prestor was stimulated by something, and she was no longer as clean as before.

There were rumors that the Countess had affairs with at least two figures of male nobles, and according to Bolvar's investigation, most of the rumors were true.

This discovery made Bovar feel a little complicated, with regret and anger, and he himself was not sure why.

Varian didn't notice Bolvar's deeply hidden emotional changes, and he calmly ordered: "Be sure to keep that coquettish fox in the venue, and don't let him disturb my private meeting with Earl Deep Shadow."

Bolvar restrained his mind and solemnly bowed his head to accept the order: "Your will, Your Majesty."