With the strength and durability of the dragon, it is no problem to fly directly over the endless sea.

Watching Nefalian take off with Hinestra, Andrea turned his head to look at the Black Dragon Princess who stayed as a liaison officer.

He stretched out his hand with a smile to release his goodwill. "Princess Onyxia, although we have had a little unpleasant experience, we are now allies. Let the small conflicts in the past go with the wind."

“Haha~”

Onyxia twitched the corners of her mouth and said sarcastically, "I'm not as 'open-minded' as you, and it wasn't you who suffered the loss at the beginning."

Sighing secretly, Andrea smiled bitterly in her heart, "Have you still held such a grudge for hundreds of years...'

However, hundreds of years may be just a sleep time for the dragon clan who is in the growth stage. Looking at Onyxia's unhappy appearance, she seems to remember very clearly about Andrea's forced breakthrough into her temporary nest.

Tickling his head, Andrea changed the subject, "Okay, the contradiction usually comes from not understanding. I hope that the princess stayed in Moonnight City will gradually change her bad impression of me."

"By the way, do you have any special requirements for your residence? For example...cover treasures?"

"snort!"

Onyxia snorted coldly in displeasure, “I’ve said a long time ago, don’t be misled by your street stall literature. The dragon clan will not indulge in treasures. At most, it’s just curious.”

"Yeah?"

Andrea took out a pair of blue plate arm armor from the space backpack with a smile. The magic power fluctuations attached to it were really strong, and it was obviously a piece of magic equipment.

"I have found many precious weapons and armor from your father's nest...Deathwings."

Onyxia turned her head and said disdainfully, "That's just his personal hobby, it has nothing to do with me."

‘This guy is really hard to deal with…’

He smacked his lips secretly, and Andrea still had a smile on his face. "In other words, just arrange a mansion for the princess to live in, right?"

"You can do it, I won't pick a nest."

Onyxia walked into the two-way portal that had not been closed with a cold face, and returned to the other side of Moon Night City.

Letisia, who was following Andrea, was a little dissatisfied, "What's the attitude? As did Esoregus last time, are they all so rude?"

Andrea patted her head indifferently, "Calm down, the Dragon Clan is the guardians chosen by Titan after all, and their strength is indeed far beyond ordinary mortals. It is normal for them to think that it is better than others."

Letisia curled her lips unhappily, "I think it's normal. At least the so-called Black Dragon Princess is not very strong."

Andrea smiled and comforted, "After all, she is not yet an adult. When I saw her a few hundred years ago, this princess was still a fat baby dragon."

...

Hundreds of years have passed, Onyxia has grown into the form of a young dragon and can initially complete the transformation of the mortal form.

The size of the young dragon is not much bigger than that of a domestic dog. It looks like it has no deterrence, so the young dragon is different.

Except for the dragon horns that have not grown on its head as an adult symbol, the young dragon is only one smaller than the adult dragon, similar to Chimera, the main force of the Moon Night City Air Force.

When the three Black Dragons and their sons went to Moon Night City, Onyxia flew with their brother and mother.

In order to keep in touch with Hinestra and Nefarian at any time through the unique channels of the Black Dragon, Onyxia was reluctantly stayed by her mother as a liaison officer.

In fact, this is also considered the protection of the Dragon Queen's daughter.

If the blue dragon with unknown identity was really Marigos, just because Onyxia, the rookie dragon, joining the battle will not be able to help his mother and brother at all. Instead, he may become Marigos' key target of attack.

After all, it is natural for humans to pick persimmons first.

This time, Onyxia did not have the dragon guards that Andrea saw last time around him. After all, these three black dragons sneaked out of the clan.

Although Onyxia claimed that she had no requirements for her residence, her current identity was equivalent to the ambassador of the Black Dragon Legion's resistance. Andrea could not have found a broken house for her to live in.

After returning to Moonlight Night City, Andrea, after some discussion, and finally decided to place Onyxia's residence in the suburbs of the northern part of the city, away from the core area of ​​the city center.

Judging from the cold look of Onyxia when she looked at the mortal, although this Black Dragon Princess was not corrupted, she should have been somewhat influenced by some of the Death Wings' style of handling.

In order to avoid conflict with her surrounding neighbors, placing her far away on the outskirts of the city is the most suitable choice.

Now the arrogant and indifferent Onyxia has no similarity with the Black Dragon Princess in Andrea's impression.

As an old player in Warcraft, his memory of Onyxia is still at the charm of Boval, causing trouble to the Kingdom of Storm. In the end, his head was cut off by a man who was hung at the gate of the city.

Judging from her performances, Onyxia in the form of a mortal human should be a beautiful woman with great personal charm and even proficient in charming techniques.

Although the appearance characteristics of the night elves and humans are not exactly the same, Onyxia is definitely qualified in terms of appearance alone, and the problem lies in her temperament.

Onyxia has long black hair that is rare among the night elves, which is very rare among them, and is as long as the waist.

Unlike the ascetic style of Hinestra, Onyxia chose a black dress with a skirt that barely covered her knees, with her slender and delicate calves exposed.

On the upper body, she had a red silk gauze dress that only reached her waist. When she sat in the living room with her legs crossed and waited for the house to be resettled, the male officials in the lord's palace would turn their eyes to her from time to time.

However, Onyxia's temperament that keeps people from being thousands of miles away makes people lose the intention to further contact her.

He crossed his hands in front of his chest, his face had no expression on his face, and he sat on the sofa with his eyes half closed.

This iceberg-like posture really shows the "style" of the Black Dragon Princess who relies on charming spells to stir up the wind and clouds of Stormwind City in the future.

Since Onyxia is not going to get close to the mortals in Moon Night City, Andrea is not interested in using her hot face to stick her cold butt.

He ordered Latisia to take Onyxia to her temporary residence, and Andrea led Santis to the rooftop garden of the Lord's Palace to enjoy the moon.

On the small recliner, Santis lay openly in her boyfriend's arms and asked, "Andria, has Eluen revealed any news yet?"

"No."

Looking at the crescent moon in the sky, which was mostly blocked by clouds, sighed softly, Andrea said with some depression, "Since the last time I contacted, Eluen has never responded to my prayers. I don't know what she plans."

A quarter of the agreed 500 years have passed, and Andrea is now even beginning to wonder whether Elun must be stuck in the 500-year deadline before he will appear again.

"By the way, how is Annaheth now?"

Sandys closed her eyes and leaned comfortably on Andrea's chest and replied casually, "It's still the same. The mentor has become much low-key since the end of the Battle of Sartre, and the suppression of the upper elves is no longer so urgent."

In the Battle of Sartre more than 100 years ago, the upper elves led by Dasrema volunteered to join the capital's defense force. They hoped to use military merits to enhance the status of the upper elves in the hearts of the people.

But Tyrande refused very firmly. She could not allow the upper elves to show their presence in the war.

Dasrema and others were hidden and closely monitored, and they never left Annaheath from beginning to end.

"Even if Dasrema is a good-tempered person, the oppression over the years is almost over the limit."

Andrea said with emotion, "This time Tyrande's sudden low-keyness gave the upper elves a breathing time, but... when can they endure the completely different treatments they have now?"
Chapter completed!