"So, according to you, Mr. Black, when the Dragonmaw orcs control the red dragons, those dragons basically won't resist, right?"

In the corner of the palace garden, Lord Daval Presto, holding a wine glass, listened very seriously, acting like a real naturalist.

Not just listening to Black's experiences in the waters of Khaz Modan.

From time to time, he would also ask some detailed questions, as if he was really helping the alliance military to collect information about the orcs of the Dragonmaw clan.

"Pretend! Keep pretending!"

Blake nodded seriously, while mentally complaining about the drama queen in front of him.

He knew the true identity of the person in front of him.

In fact, Black decided to come to Lordaeron just because of Lord Davar in front of him. He received treatment from His Majesty Faol, which was just an additional benefit.

The bronze dragon Sephiel is hunting him for this time remnant.

It won't give up.

And Blake also warned the young dragon that if it came again, it would lose its life.

The pirates weren't bluffing.

The elegant human noble in front of him was the fatal trap he prepared for the bronze dragon.

If it really comes... then it can't even think about leaving. No one can save it from this special creature in front of it, not even Nozdormu, the Lord of Time!

"Well, it seems that all the rumors about the Dragonmaw clan are true."

After listening to Black's story, Lord Davar rubbed his chin and said seriously:

"According to what I have learned about dragons, they are not creatures that yield easily. Their will is as strong as their strength.

The orcs must have an evil object that can control the red dragon. It may be an artifact or something. The information you provide is very important, Mr. Black.

I have to sort them out.

Then report the situation to the kings and marshals, and if possible, we must organize a raid to take the artifact back from the orcs."

He has a very organized plan:

"Maybe after we suppress the orcs on the frontal battlefield, we should select some elite warriors like you and invite the mages of Dalaran to join the battle.

Maybe we can also select one or two warriors from the warriors of the foreign race to join them."

"I am happy to serve the Alliance, sir."

Blake coughed and suggested:

"But the interior of the abandoned dwarven city of Grim Batol occupied by the Dragonmaw Orcs is too complicated. Before the operation can begin, we must contact the Wildhammer dwarves.

It would be great if they could provide a guide.”

"Well, that's true."

Lord Davar nodded with satisfaction and said to Blake:

"Your suggestion is very important. I will use it to design an operation, and I will definitely invite you when the time comes, Mr. Black. Ah, look at my clumsiness, I have wasted too much of your time.

I shouldn't disturb the Warriors' rest anymore.

Although you are indifferent to fame and wealth, as a young man, you still learn to enjoy life. Believe me, as long as you tell me who you are, there will be many enthusiastic ladies at this banquet tonight who will be willing to spend the night with you.

They won't even care about your burns, they will reward the heroes of the Alliance in another way.

You don't have to be restrained, and you don't have to refuse.

This is also one of the intentions of His Majesty the King in inviting them to the court today."

After making a vague dirty joke, the laughing Lord Davar bowed politely to Black and was about to leave. However, Black called him to stop him, and the pirate's eyes showed a hesitant light. He approached the Lord,

Say softly:

"One more thing, I don't know if it will help you, Mr. Daval.

In fact, I have not only encountered dragons in the waters of Khaz Modan, but also in the hilly areas, about half a month ago, on the way to Durnholde Castle."

"Um?"

Lord Davar was stunned for a moment, and he immediately asked in a serious tone:

"A dragon? In the heart of the hills? Are you kidding me, Mr. Black?"

"No, I swear I saw it."

The pirate said seriously:

"It was one evening when I saw the dragon shadow crossing Thoradin's Wall. It flew very high, and it was different from the red dragons I had seen.

At that time it was flying northwest, which is the direction of Lordaeron."

"A giant dragon flying towards Lordaeron? Interesting."

Davar rubbed his chin, took a sip of wine, and asked again:

"You said it's different from the red dragons you've seen? What's different about it?"

"I don't know how to describe it. As you can see, I'm not a naturalist. I'm just an ordinary assassin. I don't know much about dragons."

Blake scratched his hood, looked confused, and said:

"It is smaller than the red dragon, and the light emitted by its scales in the setting sun is not red like flames, but has a metallic luster.

I once suspected that I was wrong. Mr. Daval, you seem to know a lot about dragons. Do you know that there are dragons with bronze scales in this world?"

"have."

Lord Presto glanced at Blake, and a different kind of light flashed in his eyes.

He said:

"According to some records of high elves, there are many kinds of dragons in Azeroth, and there are five-color dragon legions active all over the world as guardians.

There are also some subspecies of dragons, but I don’t know all of them.

But if your description is good, what you see should be a bronze dragon.

That's a group of...how should I put it?"

Lord Davar moved his left hand, which seemed to represent the change in his mood at this time. He took a sip of wine, as if he had lost interest in the conversation.

He said:

"Those are a group of guys who live alone, ignore the changes in the world, and are very annoying. Well, it's really surprising that they actually appear in the Lordaeron area."

"Maybe you came here for something? Some treasure?"

Blake behaved like an ordinary person who heard the story of the dragon. He guessed and said:

"Perhaps they are also controlled by the orcs and come to attack us?"

"You don't need to worry about this, Mr. Black. We have talked enough tonight. Now, please enjoy the dinner."

Lord Davar became a little colder.

He raised his glass to Blake for the last time, said goodbye in a gentle yet distant tone, and turned back to the group of nobles who were feasting.

It was as if Black had lost value in his eyes after providing him with the information he needed.

"What a cold person."

The pirates didn't care.

He threw the wine glass in his hand into the flowers, took one last look at Lord Daval Presto, who was chatting with a noble lady, and took a step back, entering into stealth.

He quickly left the garden.

Everything he should do and everything he could do has been done.

The trap has been laid, and now it's time to throw out the bait. When leaving, the identity information of the noble gentleman just now tumbled in Blake's memory.

Lord Davar Prestor.

Coming from Alterac, he is not as small a person as he modestly claims.

In fact, he is an important figure in the entire northern Xinjiang political circle.

He is good at dancing. He appeared in Northern Xinjiang many years ago and quickly established a huge network of relationships among the upper echelons of the human kingdom. His influence is quite large.

The most direct example is that four or five years ago, when faced with the news that the Kingdom of Stormwind was attacked by orcs, when the Northern Kingdom was discussing whether to send troops to help, it was Lord Presto who declared that the orcs were just a "little trouble."

He almost single-handedly prevented Northern Xinjiang from aiding the Kingdom of Stormwind. Then, after the Kingdom of Stormwind was destroyed, Lord Davar "repented" again.

Transformed into an extreme hawk.

This once again gained him more popularity.

Marshal Lothar can successfully take charge of the human coalition, and the human kingdom can unite to resist to the end.

In addition to the wonderful speech delivered by the disciple of His Majesty Faor, the priest Mr. Turalyon, at the King's Council, this nobleman hiding behind the scenes also played a great role in mediating.

But all the gorgeous titles and the power that can be said to cover the sky with one hand are not important to Lord Davar.

These are meaningless to him...
To be continued...