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Just as Onyxia was about to mock the warrior Varian for his pointless actions, a strange sense of unease washed over her, and though it lasted only a moment, it truly affected her!

"Oh no!"

Because of the strange gas, Onyxia's mind reacted a beat slower, so much so that before she could react, the warrior Varian had already swept up to her with his greatsword. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the dragon soldiers surrounding Tiffin were lying sprawled on the ground, and Queen Tiffin had been snatched back by Valeera and the others who had rushed in first!

"asshole!!!"

Since Onyxia couldn't unleash most of her power in human form, she could only hastily press Anduin down while raising her left hand to block Varian's Heroic Strike. A series of sparks, accompanied by the sound of the sword vibrating, caused Varian to stagger back several steps.

"Oh......"

Seeing Onyxia's left hand had reverted to its dragon claw form, the warrior Varian let out a disdainful snort, swung his hands around, and charged forward once more, launching an attack on Onyxia.

"Mortal!!! You are provoking Deathwing's daughter!!!"

Feeling the strong wind rushing towards him, Onyxia let out a low roar. The strange mental power contained within it made the warrior Varian pause for a moment. When the warrior Varian regained his senses, a huge dark purple magical aura was already rushing towards him!

"Be careful!!!"

Just as the warrior Varian was preparing to grit his teeth and withstand the onslaught of magical energy, a pulling force suddenly came from the neck guard of his armor. The battle-hardened warrior perfectly utilized this force, lowering his center of gravity and using his feet to slide away from the area of ​​magical energy burst.

"you....."

After breaking free from the unknown magical aura, the warrior Varian realized that it was the nobleman Varian who had pulled him, and that his eyes no longer held fear, but rather a familiar kind of determination.

"Anduin is my son, and Stephan is my wife."

The nobleman Varian stepped forward and stood side by side with the warrior Varian, facing together the black, horned monster before them, the enormous beast whose wingspan could cover the roof of the palace—the black dragon that held their beloved son in its grasp—and Onyxia, the black dragon princess soaring through the sky.

"Very good, you are very good, mortals..."

This was the first time Varian and the others had heard Onyxia speak in her black dragon form. The dragon's voice, soaring through the sky, was no longer the gentle and elegant Countess Prestor's; instead, it was filled with deep hatred and a certain...smugness of a young girl who had gained the upper hand?

"Put down Anduin, Black Dragon, this is a matter between you and me."

The warrior Varian stepped forward, raising his sword and pointing it at Onyxia's face.

“I admit… I underestimated you, especially you, Varian…”

Completely ignoring Varian's warning, Onyxia turned her head, stared at the two Storm Kings standing in front of her with her fiery eyes, opened her mouth, and took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty! Danger!!!!"

Upon seeing Onyxia's movements, the vision that Windsor had seen in Karazhan long ago suddenly became clear in his mind. Before his mind could give any instructions, Windsor's body moved first.

The next second, towering dark flames engulfed the entire palace.

——————————————Half a day later——————————————————————

Marshal Windsor, his entire body wrapped tightly in bandages, lay on a sickbed in the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind City, his chest rising and falling slightly. Father Benedictus of the Cathedral of Light stood beside him with his eyes slightly closed, his hands hovering slightly above Windsor's body, causing the power of holy light to surge in the air between them.

About a minute later, Benedictus opened his eyes and exhaled.

"Archbishop, how is Windsor?"

The soldier asked Varian in a hurry.

"Although I saved his life, I cannot guarantee he will wake up. The Black Dragon's flames were not pure flames, but contained the power of shadow. Although the items you carried offered considerable protection against the flames, the power of shadow is all-pervasive—Marshal Windsor withstood almost all of the shadow's impact."

Seeing the slight change in Varian's expression, Benedictus hesitated for a moment before saying something else.

"Furthermore, Your Majesty, Prince Anduin has been captured by that black dragon. Our men were unable to stop it from leaving. The last sighting indicated that the dragon flew towards the Endless Sea at great speed, even our best warhorses could not catch up with it."

Onyxia—

Varian's warrior face clenched his fists, trembling with anger. Beside him, his noble face sat silently in a chair with his head bowed. Van Cleef stood beside them, hesitant to speak. Bolvar looked at the unconscious Marshal Windsor, his gaze gradually hardening.

After a long while, Van Cleef broke the silence.

“Your Majesty, I will instruct the members of Defias to remain calm. You should go and save your son first.”

Upon hearing this, a look of astonishment appeared in the eyes of the people present.

“I am also a father, Your Majesty, and I know how a father feels.”

"it is good!"

Having received Van Cleef's promise, the warrior Varian shook his cloak and stood up, while the nobleman Varian also stood up and handed a seal to Bolvar.

"Your Majesty, this?"

“If we hadn’t returned, you would be the Regent of Stormwind, Bolvar. Now, your first task is to purge those parasites who colluded with Onyxia to erode our nation.”

—————————————————Dust Swamp————————————————————

"roar------"

With a mournful dragon roar, Onyxia, the black dragon princess who was holding Anduin, crashed into her own lair like a meteor, creating a large crater in the ground. This made Anduin, whom she was holding, dizzy and almost faint.

"That wretched Ratchet... cough cough cough..."

Onyxia, one wing drooping unnaturally, gasped for breath, desperately trying to suppress the pain radiating from its base. Just moments before, because teleportation in her dragon form within Stormwind City was easily disrupted, she had chosen to fly outside the city. She had barely peeked out when she was hit by a sniper cannon shot from somewhere in Ratchet, nearly falling to the ground. Although she managed to escape with her wounded body, the injury meant it took her several times longer than usual to return to her lair.

Although the blood was still flowing down her back, Onyxia felt much calmer now that she was back in her lair. With a low growl, she commanded the guards in her cave to form ranks, and then she brought Anduin before her, 'smiling' at the courageous prince, and walked toward the dragon egg area at the edge of the cave.

“My father will kill you, you damned evil dragon.”

"Shh, keep your voice down, my dear Anduin. In Stormwind, I did underestimate my enemy, but this is Dustwallow Marsh, my territory. If your father dares to come, he will be unable to move an inch in the swamp due to the interception of my servants. Even if he finds my lair, he will not be able to break through my barrier. And even if he manages to enter my barrier, he will be trapped in this deep dragon's lair..."

Before Onyxia could finish her harsh words, several portals opened in her lair in her stunned gaze. Two Varians, Valeera, Broll, Jaina, Tanis, and their elite troops poured out of the portals like a tide. Under the powerful gaze of this group, Onyxia stammered out her last few words.

"You've fallen into my trap..."

Thirty-six. Slaying the Dragon

As Onyxia watched the warriors teleport through the portal in front of her, she was stunned for less than a fraction of a second before she was enraged and filled with a fear that she herself did not realize.

As the princess of the black dragonflight, the daughter of Deathwing, Onyxia believed that even if she couldn't match the other dragons of her generation in terms of combat power and magic, she was still far beyond the reach of ordinary mortals. However, the mortals in front of her who had easily invaded her lair using teleportation magic were definitely not illusions!

"How interesting! It seems you all want to become my food!! I'll start with Prince Anduin!!"

Knowing that she was likely to die if she didn't fight desperately this time, Onyxia's eyes flashed with ferocity. She grabbed Anduin's claws and threw him upwards with force. Anduin screamed as he flew into the air, then fell helplessly toward Onyxia's head.

"boom!!!!"

In the blink of an eye, just as Onyxia stretched out her head to devour Anduin, several bombs suddenly exploded on her long neck. The cold air, wrapped in the halo of lightning, instantly engulfed the black dragon princess's neck, causing her to pause in her upward movement, and a thin layer of icy mist rose from her scales.

"drink!!"

The moment the bomb exploded, both warrior Varian and nobleman Varian exhaled simultaneously, their muscles, already strained to their limit, propelling them high into the air, one in front of the other.

"roar!!!!!"

As the warrior Varian, carrying his greatsword, leaped to the highest point, a roar like muffled thunder erupted from his chest. Accompanied by this surging thunderous sound, instead of rising any higher, Varian's figure plummeted rapidly!

"clang!!!!"

The instant the warrior Varian's body began to fall, the nobleman Varian, who had already understood Varian's intentions, unhesitatingly placed the sword Eremeni, a gift from Jaina and said to possess magical power, across his chest. This allowed the warrior Varian to perfectly use the momentum to propel himself into the air once more, precisely intersecting with Anduin's falling trajectory.

"Mortals! How dare you!!"

As the warrior Varian caught Anduin, Onyxia also broke free from the paralysis inflicted by the frost bombs and the electrocution bombs. Watching the father and son pass overhead, Onyxia, consumed by rage, disregarded everything else, raised her head, and opened her mouth, ready to unleash a torrent of flames.

Onyxia was fast, but the warrior Varian was even faster. Before Onyxia's dragonfire could even erupt from her throat, Varian had already drawn his greatsword from his back with his left hand, and with a powerful throw, the greatsword spun and flew precisely into Onyxia's throat, blocking all the fire that the black dragon princess hadn't yet exhaled!

"Ow!!!!"

Suddenly, a foreign object invaded her throat, abruptly cutting off the Black Dragon Princess's breath attack. As she swallowed Varian's greatsword, the warrior Varian had already landed safely with Anduin in his arms, catching the spare weapon Jaina threw at him—the other of the twin swords, Sharathor. At this moment, less than a minute had passed since the warrior Varian leaped into the air.

"Die! You insignificant mortals!!!"

Having been outmaneuvered several times, the Black Dragon Princess's mind went completely blank. Something dark began to gnaw at her soul, causing her to make a reckless move that she would never normally do. She turned around, ignoring the warriors beside her who were casting spells or pulling out various weapons that could pose a fatal threat to her, took a deep breath, and unleashed a deadly Shadowflame at the warriors Varian and Anduin!

"Danger!!!!"

At the critical moment, the nobleman Varian rushed in front of the father and son, spreading his arms to block the shadow flames, while the warrior Varian seized this fleeting opportunity to push Anduin out of the shadow flames' range!

"Father!!!!"

Watching his two fathers being consumed by Onyxia's shadowflames, Anduin let out a desperate cry. However, as the shadowflames gradually died down, the figures in the flames became clearer.

It wasn't two people, it was one person. He wasn't holding two swords, but a greatsword. He wasn't wearing the noble Varian's luxurious silk robes or the warrior Varian's light gladiator armor, but the Royal Lionheart Armor that had been passed down in the hands of the Varian royal family!

"...This...this!!!"

Onyxia's pupils dilated as she finally realized the source of the fear deep within her.

"The incantation to break the curse is the curse itself. I must admit, it's a very interesting method. But judging from your expression, you, the caster, don't even know this?"

Jaina gently raised her staff, and biting frost gathered at the tip of it.

"Do you have any last words, Black Dragon Princess?"

"...Impossible! This is impossible! I am Onyxia, the Black Dragon Princess! I am the revered Countess Prestor! I should rule Stormwind! I should be in control of everything!!!"

Realizing she was in dire straits, Onyxia frantically shook her enormous head, desperately trying to find a way out.

“Onyxia, if you want Stormwind, then fight me, the King of Stormwind, one-on-one, in an ancient tradition, with iron and blood to decide everything.”

Looking at Onyxia, who was now hysterical, Varian, who had merged back into one, took out half of his wolf mask and gently put it on his face, his tone neither joyful nor sorrowful.

"I...I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!!"

Completely losing her mind, the black dragon princess roared and dragged her enormous body towards Varian. Her claws swung down, but Varian easily dodged them. Before she could swing her claws a second time, Varian had already flipped over and leaped onto her head, firmly grabbing one of her horns. No matter how much Onyxia shook her head, Varian remained unmoved.

"That's it—it's over!!"

Having declared victory, Varian plunged his now-fused two-handed greatsword toward Onyxia's head. But the moment he made contact, Varian sensed something was wrong. He felt as if he had pierced not hard dragon scales, but a soft, slime monster!

Even before Varian noticed Onyxia's abnormality, it was Tanis who realized it. Through her engineering glasses, she saw that the energy surging within Onyxia's body had become incredibly chaotic after Varian reunited with her. This caused unpredictable changes to the black dragon princess's body. Clearly, in Azeroth, only one thing could cause such a change... something hidden deep within the darkest recesses of history... something that corrupted Azeroth and created its chaotic state!

"C'Thun...did you foresee this, or did you cause it? As expected, you never intended to give me a choice in the first place!!"

Watching Varian dangling above the Black Dragon Princess's head, Tanis gritted her teeth, pressed the switch on the mechanical assistant, and a drone flew out, its mechanical claws gripping the strangely shaped dagger.

"go!!!"

The dagger pierced through, dragon blood splattered, the chaos in Onyxia's pupils receded, and a Seimei who had never appeared before appeared. Feeling his footing stabilize, Varian exerted force with both hands, and the magic longsword plunged into the black dragon's brain. Under the shadow of the Death Scythe, Onyxia's memories swirled like a revolving lantern, finally solidifying in her final madness.

"So...I was also...a pawn..."

——————————————The dividing line where the black dragon fell to the ground————————————————

"Father! Father!! I knew you would come to save me! You would succeed in killing this evil dragon!"