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

"Haha! It seems that we are really underestimated! I was a little expectant of this Duke Marcus who murdered our father. Unfortunately, pretending to parade and then encircle the Black Stone Tower? It was such a no-fact." The person who spoke was a black-haired human man leaning against the wall wearing a flame crown.

Unfortunately, as he looks similar to Lord Presto back then, as long as he has seen the humanoid Nesario, he can quickly think of the Black Dragon clan.

He is naturally Nefarion, the eldest son of Nesario.

Onyxia gracefully sipped the red wine in the glass, and a drop of bright red wine flowed down the corners of her lips, making the black-haired beauty, who was really a giant dragon, look extremely charming: "Ha! My brother, are you still going to let those dirty orcs attack Stormwind City or Iron Fortress in advance? Or, your trump card is the Ragnaros under your lair?"

"The Black Stone Orcs are just a group of slaves and watchdogs. As for the King of Fire... I hate communicating with such irritable guys, because they can't speak well at all." Nefarian shrugged, as if a little helpless.

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

"Hmph! Those precious experimental products are my greatest reliance on this land in the future!" Nefarian was interrupted by Onyxia's crazy laughter before he finished speaking.

"Hahaha! It's ridiculous! Just those inexperienced toys are not necessarily enough to deal with weak humans. You still want to deal with the dragon legion in the Dragon Mile Temple?"

Nefarian's face turned pale: "Silly sister! You don't understand the greatness of science at all! Instead, you have been in the territory of humanity. Are you not afraid of being discovered and encircled?"

"Hahahaha!" Onyxia burst into a stunning laugh with evil in her charming and evil: "Who can keep me if the four dragon kings are not there? Besides, if I really angered me, I would burn Stormwind City with a torch, and then kill their king Varian and Prince Anduin, and find an opportunity to kill Duke Marcus. Then let Stormwind Kingdom fall into division and chaos."

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

"You are, just don't be burned by the King of Flame Demons!"

The two brothers and sisters parted in disagreement.

Yes! Although the Black Dragon Clan is very powerful in individuals, its selfish nature makes them rarely have the same mind to the outside world. Even as brothers and sisters, they still have their own positions.

The Black Dragon Brother and Sister didn't know that Lilas, the youngest among the Wind Walker sisters, opened the [Tracing Dragon Clan] and easily sensed Nefarian's arrival and departure.

"Sure..." Lilas sighed softly, then disappeared into the night.

On January 6, in the Phelas region in the southwest of the Kalimdo continent, a bloody and exciting gladiatorial contest was being held in the Hammer of Doom Arena.

What is very different from the original history is that it turned out that the destruction of the Kingdom of Lordaeron made the Gladiator disappear on the Eastern Kingdom continent. Now it is because Queen Carlia is kind and hates this cruel bloody killing, and the Gladiator has been cancelled within the kingdom.

If there is demand, there is a market.

Perhaps it was because the orcs were slaves for more than ten years after the Second Dark Gate War that the orcs became slaves, but the orcs began to compete in gladiators.

Slaves from all over the world were sent to the Hammer of Doom in Phelas, and they were forced to duel each other or fight against various dangerous creatures.

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

Similarly, financial supporters from all over the world who pursue excitement travel thousands of miles or even cross oceans to come here in order to watch the most exciting gladiatorial competition.

On this day, a new pair of guests was welcomed in the VIP suite called [Xiri] at the highest level of the Mallet Arena.

You know, this is not an ordinary VIP private room. The cost of a private room alone is as high as 10,000 Alaso gold coins.

When the mysterious Maverick of Doom was set up, he had never prepared anyone who would be so rich and could afford an astronomical fee of 10,000 gold coins a day.

This is more like a kind of "sky asking for a price to pay back the money", in order to promote the second-class private room with the highest level.

Who would have thought that just today, a mysterious financial supporter appeared.

"Pay cash, no credit." When the goblin who was responsible for receiving guests heard the request, he was ready to damage this mysterious tycoon who was overestimating himself. He even called the ogre who had only one head left behind, who was originally a two-headed one, to step forward.

Because he never thought anyone could give this money.

From behind the wealthy owner, a servant walked up and opened the space bag without saying a word.

"Crash!" A crisp sound, and a large amount of gold coins that could not be loaded in a carriage were poured in front of the goblins responsible for receiving.

The servant only said one sentence: "My Lord said, "There are so many things to you."

After saying that, the leading mysterious financial owner hugged the blonde masked dancer and walked past the goblin receptionist in a grand manner.

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

The private room windows use the latest one-way glass technology released by the Iron Lumber Castle. When outsiders look at it, they will be reflected. In the middle of the private room is a red velvet chair that looks like a big bed, which is very warm and comfortable to sit on.

There are two stoves on both sides of the room, and two special human waiters outside the room add firewood to the stove on time.

Several ropes hang from the ceiling in the middle of the room, each corresponding to a service. As soon as you pull and a certain ringtone sounds, a special waiter will come in happily to serve the guests.

The room is divided into two places, and the ones who are near the arena are naturally distinguished guests.

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

As soon as he entered the private room and lay on the chair, the mysterious treasurer cast a spell to isolate all detections from the outside world, and then revealed his true appearance.

Yes, of course he is Duke.
Chapter completed!