Tirisfal Glades, the prince's private territory.
The black dragon princess, Onyxia, was feeling drowsy and wanted to doze off as she watched three black dragon whelps flying around and playing in the Gryphon Aviary.
The days of causing trouble away from Stormwind Kingdom had become a bit boring, but compared to causing trouble, monitoring the newborn whelps was clearly the highest priority.
In the guard outpost clearing, surrounded by watchtowers, stone, wood, and precious spellcasting materials were automatically gathered together.
Under her gaze, they assembled into a giant box in an incredible way, covered with patterns she couldn't even understand.
These patterns were so mesmerizing and profound that gazing at them for too long felt as if her soul would be sucked in!
Onyxia quickly bit her tongue, the pain jolting her awake, her heart filled with extreme horror.
A portal opened, and a beautiful woman in high elf form, her court evening gown accentuating her ample bosom, stepped out in high heels.
"Mother!"
The magical box automatically floated, with four chains firmly connecting its four corners to prevent it from flying into the sky.
Even though they were accustomed to significant events, both mother and daughter still felt a touch of shock and surprise.
Moreover, not far from this mysterious treasure chamber, there was another peculiar building that had also assembled itself automatically.
arcane and Holy Light energies swirled around it, and a crescent-shaped globe rotated along.
"What is this?"
Onyxia racked her brain but couldn't figure it out; the long-eared, violet-skinned people on that continent definitely didn't have such architecture.
They intensely disliked the arcane, wishing they could crush all magic-wielding creatures and turn them into plant fertilizer.
The pink-skinned, long-eared elves to the north also didn't have such architecture; while they revered magic and believed in the Holy Light, they certainly couldn't make the Holy Light and magic equal.
In a magic kingdom, magic was the supreme existence!
Sinestra also shook her head with a wry smile, unable to understand what her human ally intended to do, it was so mysterious.
Even with her tens of thousands of years of experience, she often found things novel; she recognized all these components, but when combined, they became completely unfamiliar.
Just like the Gryphon Aviary before her, raising gryphons was reasonable, but why could it even hatch dragon eggs?
The whelps raised there were free from the corruption of Shadowflame, wouldn't lose their minds, and wouldn't become enslaved dragons.
She couldn't understand, truly couldn't understand.
This didn't matter; the more miraculous the display, the more it proved her choice was correct.
Her mate, Neltharion, the Lord of the black dragons, couldn't save the black dragons; only this crown prince of Lordaeron could.
"Alright, our prince has a task for you; he wants you to serve as his Minister of Trade and help him manage trade."
"These are two chests of pure white pearls; find a way to sell them and exchange them for grain and seeds."
"This is an opportunity to prove our worth. black dragon eggs have been corrupted, with less than one in a thousand chance of hatching, and even if they do, the whelps are corrupted."
"Only with the help of the human prince can we revive the black dragonflight!"
It concerned the survival of her race, so she had to treat it with caution.
Ten thousand years ago, the black dragonflight, led by Neltharion, betrayed their allies, nearly causing the extinction of the blue dragons.
Subsequently, they were attacked en masse, a battle that almost wiped out the black dragon elites, and they were continuously hunted for the next ten thousand years.
Now, only a few black dragons remained, not quite extinct, but barely clinging to life.
Coupled with the influence of an unknown force, black dragon reproduction became extremely difficult, and their eggs couldn't hatch, this was the true extinction crisis!
Onyxia was quite displeased, not because she was unwilling to work, but because she felt serving a weak human was a disgrace to a dragon!
She, a dignified princess of the black dragonflight, the direct daughter of the black dragon King, had to humble herself before a human she could Bash to death with one slap?
From another perspective, would a giant listen implicitly to an ant?
Noticing her daughter's displeasure, Sinestra's lips curved into a charming smile, and she gently tapped her forehead.
"When Prince Arthas returns, you can try to duel him. Even I am no match for him!"
She had witnessed Arthas' combat. Unless he was destroyed with a large-scale dragon Breath from the outset, once he got close, it was a death sentence.
Moreover, she highly doubted whether dragon Breath could truly kill this human prince.
In fact, her intuition was correct; the black dragon's signature ability, 'Deep Breath' dragon Breath, truly couldn't kill Arthas.
It dealt a fixed 10,000 damage and required five seconds to charge.
After Arthas learned Sinestra's Magic Resistance skill, magic damage was already reduced by 80%, leaving only 2,000 damage.
That 2,000 damage also had to account for the 50% damage reduction from his Concentration Aura, ultimately resulting in only 1,000 damage.
With a health pool of 2,460, it would take at least three Deep Breath attacks to kill him.
Even if they could ignore cooldowns, it would still take fifteen seconds to prepare, which was enough time for Arthas to charge over and teach her how to be a dragon with the infinite stun of Bash!
The dragon queen's combat experience was quite extensive; at least by instinct, she knew Arthas was very dangerous and not to be trifled with.
Since he could defeat her in a one-on-one fight, he was qualified to earn the respect of a dragon.
Who cared if the Holy Light was influencing him? Might made right!
"Alright, I will carry out your orders first. When that human prince returns, I will personally teach him a lesson."
"If he proves to be weak, hmph, he will only become our servant, serving the great black dragonflight!"
Onyxia proudly lifted her head, the sunlight cascading on her delicate, fair face, showcasing the princess' arrogant demeanor to its fullest.
"Heh heh, what if you lose?"
"Then I'll obediently listen, won't I? Besides, there's still you, Mother!"
Onyxia linked her arm with her mother's, a rare moment of playful affection.
Just moments ago, she had exuded an untouchable arrogance, but in the blink of an eye, she transformed into a playful, cuddly figure. One wondered if the nobles in Stormwind who admired her would be so surprised their jaws dropped to the floor?
The unattainable goddess, for whom even licking her shoes was an impossible privilege.
Most men were utterly captivated by her exquisite beauty and masterful cunning, turning into fawning admirers, all just to earn a smile from the goddess in their hearts.
"Alright, go handle things. Only you can manage those green-skinned little monsters."
Sinestra was still very fond of her daughter. Now that Neltharion's crisis was temporarily averted, she could step forward and wouldn't be hunted by him.
The reason she had hidden from him was simply that she didn't want to die.
When the black dragon King went mad, spewing hot magma and wanting to procreate, he had killed his other mates.
Only Sinestra resisted and fought Deathwing, escaping with her life, though she was heavily scarred and had to go into hiding for a time.
It was only because Neltharion was recently injured and had disappeared that she would even show herself.
Since she had placed her bet, she had to increase her stakes, adding more chips to Arthas.
Sometimes, going all-in was a form of wisdom!
Sensing something, Sinestra took one last look at the growing whelps, opened a portal, and went to Stratholme to provide support.