If she could, Onyxia would also want to escape and hide somewhere, but her father was once called the Earth Guardian, and his connection with the earth was very deep; as long as she was still on Azeroth, there was nowhere for her to hide.
The bloodline and power of the Black Dragonflight originated from Deathwing Neltharion, and the moment he completely went insane, the entire Black Dragonflight was inevitably corrupted.
Onyxia knew that the root of that corruption was also hidden within her body, it just wasn't as obvious as it was in her father and brother.
If she truly wanted to hide, she would have to obtain the protection of a strong individual and eliminate the root of corruption within her.
But on Azeroth, who would risk incurring Deathwing's wrath to take in a pure-blooded black dragon? The other four Guardian Dragons Legions might have the ability, but they would not condone the Black Dragonflight, which had committed grave mistakes.
From the moment of her birth, Onyxia's fate was sealed; she was merely a tool of the Black Dragonflight, and as a female dragon, a descendant bearing Deathwing's bloodline, her value was far greater than that of an ordinary dragon.
She now only wanted to complete the mission her father had given her and find a safe place to hide before the world completely plunged into darkness.
"Alas..." The Countess thought of this, leaning weakly against the cushion, her pale, slender hand resting against her face.
Some astute individuals among humans had already realized that her identity was problematic, but they hadn't linked her to a creature as obviously unrelated as a black dragon; they mostly thought she might be a spy sent by some country or faction.
If the Stormwind's mage system hadn't become much weaker after experiencing a huge upheaval like Medivh's, she wouldn't have been able to remain hidden until now.
The Black Dragon Princess's ability to live so long without being killed or forcibly purified by other Guardian Dragons who hated black dragons was inseparable from her cautiousness.
She realized that Stormwind was no longer as safe as it was when it was first rebuilt; at that time, the entire kingdom was busy repairing the wounds brought by the Orcish Wars, and there was no time to pay attention to a Countess's small actions.
But now, the Stormwind Kingdom's situation had improved too much, and King Varian had also begun to gradually turn his attention to the nobles of Stormwind.
This was also why Onyxia was so eager to get rid of the King; if she couldn't kill the King, or temporarily prevent him from returning to Stormwind, it wouldn't be long before she would be completely exposed.
However, she didn't expect the group of useless nobles who had pledged allegiance to her to be so foolish as to let Varian safely escape to Kalimdor, and even his Queen and son went to Lordaeron for a "vacation."
This was clearly an act of refuge! Had those guys not realized that when Varian returned, he would come for them?
Varian was currently in Dustwallow Marsh; although there were some Dragonkin soldiers hidden there, relying solely on them to deal with an entire Legion of human soldiers was not feasible, so she had to choose the easier target.
Onyxia decided to use a two-pronged approach: in addition to having the Blackrock Orcs attack the Stormwind forces in Redridge Mountains from the Burning Steppes, she also had to seize Varian's only weakness.
—His wife and son.
"I must go to Lordaeron myself... to ensure nothing goes wrong."
If she could control Queen Tiffin and Anduin, Varian, who deeply loved his family, would inevitably expose a weakness, allowing Onyxia to find an opportunity to resolve the trouble.
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"Have the mages of Dalaran become stupid from studying magic? In such an emergency, they still need to hold a meeting to discuss it?!" Mograine returned to the inn where they were staying, looking indignant and puzzled; he and Arthas had hit a wall with the Kirin Tor.
Arthas remained silent, his brows furrowed, seemingly deep in thought.
"Prince Arthas, we should have led the army then, forcing Dalaran to open its gates and let us inspect."
Mograine's attitude was very firm; he already disliked those pedantic old mages of Dalaran, believing that their long lifespans had made them muddled!
"Calm down a bit, Mograine, if we did that, it could very likely lead to a localized war, and that's exactly what the demons want to see."
Arthas tried to persuade the angry Highlord, "Dalaran, since its establishment, has adopted their council system, with the Council of Six at the highest level governing the entire city."
"Although we have informed them of the hidden danger of demons, a thorough investigation of the entire mage nation is a very complicated project, so it's normal for them to be reluctant."
"Give them some time; we can use this opportunity to secretly investigate if any suspicious phenomena have appeared recently."
Mograine was about to say something more when he was interrupted by a "knock, knock, knock" at the door.
"Come in."
The door opened, and a handsome High Elf in a Magister's robe walked in with a smile.
"Long time no see, my friend."
"Long time no see, Kael'thas, thank you for coming to help us investigate the suspicious incident," Arthas greeted his old friend and introduced him, "Mograine, this is the Prince Arthas of Quel'Thalas, Kael'thas Sunstrider."
Mograine gave Kael'thas a simple knight's salute, "Good day, Prince Arthas, I am Alexandros Mograine of the Silver Hand."
"Good day, Highlord Mograine." Kael'thas smiled in a way that made one feel like a spring breeze, "The discussion of the Council of Six just now also mentioned you two."
"I suppose it wasn't sarcasm and mockery: 'Look at these two arrogant Paladins, do they think they know more about detecting demons than we do? How could a demon possibly infiltrate Dalaran?'"
Arthas imitated the tone of an old mage, speaking in a convincing manner, which made Kael'thas explain with a hint of helplessness, "I admit our current system has a little bit of a problem, but the Archmages of the Council of Six are still very fair."
"Perhaps, but we should now focus on the case. The mages are temporarily uncooperative with our large-scale investigation, so we can only investigate ourselves. Do you want to join us, Kael?"
Arthas spread his hands; who cared how fiercely the Council of Six debated in their meeting? In any case, that stubborn old man Antonidas would ultimately stick to his own opinion, who was to say he wasn't the chairman?
"I would very much like to join your work, but I have some matters that I simply cannot get away from," Kael'thas said with a slight apology; as a member of the Council of Six, he was also very busy, "But I have sent another Archmage to assist you, Arthas, you should know him as well."
"An Archmage I know?" Arthas briefly recalled in his mind; he knew too many Archmages, making it difficult to guess which one it was.
But it certainly wouldn't be a member of the Council of Six; they wouldn't personally get involved in something that might harm Dalaran's image—except for a certain special existence among them.
Kael'thas said mysteriously, "He will be waiting for you at the fountain in the city center tomorrow morning. You'll know who it is then. His strength and knowledge will help you."
"I understand, but Kael, I must warn you of one thing: Quel'Thalas is very likely in the same situation."
"Quel'Thalas—? This can't be, the Banthinoriel Barrier itself has a repellent effect on demons; it's impossible for him to swagger into Silvermoon City."
"Don't underestimate a Dreadlord; you possess the Sunwell, which is the Burning Legion's best choice for constructing portals. I'm very worried that demons will target it," Arthas said solemnly.
"I understand, I will have Silvermoon City increase the guard on the Sunwell," Kael'thas finally responded after Arthas's repeated emphasis.
Hearing this, Arthas understood that this was the best Kael'thas could do; beyond that, it was very difficult for him to shake the stance of Silvermoon City's nobles and council.
"Well then, I wish you good luck."
"You too, Kael—and, be sure to watch out for anyone with suspicious behavior around you; it could very well be a body possessed by a Dreadlord."