Anomaly Of Warcraft

Ravenholdt Manor, a secret that is not a secret in the human world.

The Assassin Alliance changed the uncrowned king of Azeroth.

This weird organization that takes care of murder, arson, loan sharking, charity, and disaster relief with children, it is difficult to define it in terms of justice or evil.

But there is no doubt that its existence is beneficial to mankind.

At the same time, there is no doubt that its energy is huge.

Every Grand Duke of Ravenholdt’s name is Jorace Ravenholdt, but no one knows how many generations of Grand Duke Ravenholdt, or even this generation of Grand Duke Ravenholdt. It's the first few generations.

Mystery brings power, distance brings beauty.

Farad, the general manager of Ravenholdt Manor, believed in this.

Such as his boss Nesario.

Another example is the daughter of the boss, Onyxia.

"Blond ponytails are my dish."

Farad looked at the little human girl who was not taller than his chest, and nodded, making comments in his heart.

A secret settlement in the Arathi Highlands, a secret meeting is in progress.

In fact, two kilometers away, Farad smelled the black dragon on Onyxia. But the princess did not speak, and Farad pretended not to know.

Originally, Farad wanted to verbally flirt, but Onyxia's patience had long since disappeared under Farad's visual scan.

"Are you trying to fight me? Old stuff."

"Uh, in what capacity are you talking to me?"

Farad looked innocent.

"What's the difference?"

Onyxia's tone revealed the degree of impatience.

"Of course. In terms of age, your mother was brought up by me; in terms of status, I don't remember that Wang canceled my deputy commander of the army; in terms of strength, you could beat me earlier. So, you are In what capacity are you talking to me, little girl."

Farad's expression was playful and his tone was serious.

"Uncle Farrard, I have something to ask you for help~~~~"

Onyxia suddenly changed her style of painting, and began to talk in a coquettish and cute tone.

So Farad got goosebumps.

"His Royal Highness, please be straightforward. My identity is the top secret of the Black Dragon Legion, you know, if your request is a trivial matter, I will report it to the king and report it truthfully."

This time it was Onyxia's turn to tighten behind her back.

Before Nefarian was completely mad, he was a good father, a rigorous and good father. It was not that Nefarian and Onyxia had never been beaten.

"I need a new human identity."

"Huh?"

Farad understood Onyxia's words, but didn't understand what it meant.

"My dear stupid brother is playing it, and I need three months to win over the corrupted human upper class to prepare for the next plan of the Legion."

Fuck, Farad clapped insincerely.

"So I need your ancient horns."

Onyxia finally said her purpose.

"You are playing with fire, my little princess. The ancient horns can indeed strengthen the transformation technique and completely cover up the unique aura of our black dragon clan. But Aoni, I know the cunning of humans better than you, they are suspicious and alert, fickle And persistent. Many times the Legion’s secret whistle reveals its weakness not because it reveals its strength, but because it lacks IQ. Forgive me for being so straightforward, the arrogance of the black dragon is suitable for showing on the battlefield, not suitable for lurking camouflage."

Farad said a lot of high-sounding words, and the summary is the same --- Onyxia, you are not an undercover material, wash and sleep.

However, Farad really stayed in the human world for too long, long enough to forget that the arrogance of the pure-blooded black dragon is innate, and his words stimulated Onyxia’s self-esteem--and me. Is there something that Onyxia can't do? !

"Forget it, there is no need to embarrass you for these things, my little princess, tell me about your plan."

Without waiting for Onyxia's madness, Farad was softened first. After all, it was not a big deal.

"The war between the Alliance and the Horde in the south is a trouble and an opportunity for Blackrock Mountain. The Legion is not ready to listen. My stupid brother has failed. He..."

"I know that your brothers and sisters have a deep relationship, and they are serious."

Farad decisively interrupted Onyxia's vilification of Nefarian.

"...The King of Alterac, Carlos Barov, is going to get married, and he will be married to the princess of Lordaeron. This is a good opportunity. Many leaders of the human race will go, and I am going to do something at his wedding."

Onyxia said confidently.

"Oh, it's a genius plan to do things."

From Farad's brisk statement, he couldn't tell whether he was really complimenting or sarcasm.

"So I need the ancient horns and a human identity with sufficient weight. Judging from the current situation, the orcs can't support for too long, which is not in the interests of the legion, but our black dragon legion is not suitable for direct confrontation with humans. There is evidence that Koala is acting privately, and the green dragon is not at ease. It is a good choice to incubate and disintegrate humans from the inside and hold them back."

The words added by Onyxia made Farad lost in thought.

Neltharion, the king of the black dragon, ordered Farad to sneak into the human world hundreds of years ago, and the former deputy commander of the black dragon army also perfectly executed his boss's orders.

[Lean until I need you.]

Nesario's words were still in his ears, but Farad was lost in thought.

Onyxia's thoughts were insignificant, and even the interests of the Black Dragon Legion were irrelevant, but as one of the few black dragons until Neltharion's whereabouts, Farad really hesitated.

It has been more than a hundred years since joining Ravenholdt Manor. There are already three Grand Duke Ravenholdt serving, but the former Grand Duke of Ravenholdt who has just passed away is the one that makes Farad the most jealous.

That's right, a dead man made the ancient black dragon Farad, who was unfathomable in strength, terrified.

Helping Onyxia may expose herself, but it cannot be avoided.

Without helping Onyxia, the rapid advancement of the Alliance army may affect the Black Dragon King Neltharion's plan in Draenor.

This is difficult.

But the new generation of Jorace Ravenholdt has gone to the trial of strength, and the current Ravenholdt Manor almost has the final say.

so……

"My little princess, what do you think of the new leader of Ravenholdt Manor, Grand Duke Jolazi?"

When it comes to things, Farad has never been afraid of anyone.

Ravenholdt Manor, strength is respected, and Farad, who was afraid of the ancestor Grand Duke, is not optimistic about this generation of Grand Duke.

What if I was found to be doing things behind my back, without the power, what I can do with myself.

Take a step back and say that when the time comes, this will be my Farad’s test of your Qorazzi Ravenholdt, and the compulsion is also full.

Insufficient mind and tolerance, insufficient wrist and courage, you are not worthy of my assistance.

After figuring out the relationship, Farad readily agreed to Onyxia's request.

Do things, let's do things together.

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