I surrender!

Indeed, that was the case. Onyxia wanted to attack Anna, but the mage blinked away, creating two strong water elemental guardians in the distance and ordering them to attack the black dragon, while she cast spells from a safe location.

Aiden and Kayle's Holy Flames posed the greatest threat to the black dragon. Kayle's first strike left a deep, burning wound on Onyxia's side.

Onyxia's body was too large, and the height of the hall wasn't enough for her to take flight, leaving her with no room to dodge. She let out a roar, angrily inhaling a breath, the scorching dragon breath brewing in her massive lungs. Her signature skill, "Deep Breath," was about to erupt.

Just then, Pantheon charged forward a couple of steps, his strong legs pushing off the ground, and suddenly roared, leaping towards Onyxia and slamming his steel round shield into the black dragon's head.

"Bang!" A muffled metallic sound, like striking an iron gate, rang out. Onyxia felt as if her head had been struck by a heavy hammer, the world spinning before her eyes, and the dragon breath stuck in her throat was swallowed back down.

The heroes swarmed forward, swords, spears, and clubs raining down, while spells surged from the distance, leaving Onyxia howling in a miserable state.

Her scorching blood dripped through the wounds all over her body onto the floor, making a "sizzling" sound.

Onyxia tried to escape. Passing through the small door on the right would lead to the royal garden. If she could take flight, she could shake off these mortals. However, Aiden and Kayle were blocking the exit. They could fly, and they could certainly stop Onyxia. Moreover, the two hadn't even used their trump cards yet. Onyxia was just thinking wishfully.

After two attempts, the black dragon princess only managed to add a few more wounds without gaining anything else. She realized that if things continued like this, she would die here.

"No, I can't die like this!" Onyxia was terrified by the thought. Seeing no hope of escape, she immediately shouted, "Stop, stop! I surrender!"

Onyxia shrank back, retreating repeatedly.

"Then give up your resistance first!" Aiden scolded. Everyone didn't stop attacking, and Onyxia was still resisting miserably.

Onyxia was both angry and humiliated, and could only stop: "Alright! Stop it! I surrender!"

Anna took out a pair of magic-suppressing handcuffs and threw them over, coldly saying, "Transform back into your human form and put them on yourself!"

Onyxia was filled with reluctance. She really wanted her father to appear before her and tear these mortals to pieces. Although she usually hated her indifferent father, she now desperately hoped that this fantasy would become reality.

But the real reality was that she transformed back into her human form, tears streaming down her face, and put on the handcuffs herself, surrendering.

The surrounding dragonman soldiers had already been wiped out, and the matter was settled. After Varian returned, he immediately eliminated a poisonous tumor hidden in Stormwind City!

Duke Bolvar, who had witnessed this scene, was both angry at being deceived and ashamed of his ignorant actions. He never imagined that he had almost caused a catastrophe because of biased listening!

He knelt down on one knee guiltily and pleaded guilty to Varian: "Your Majesty, I have failed your trust…"

Varian comforted him: "I won't blame you. This black dragon was too well hidden. She deceived all of us, including me." He frankly admitted that he had also been deceived, and then said to Aiden and the others: "I don't know how to thank you. Lord Aiden, in fact, even a moment before this black dragon revealed her true form, I still had doubts. This makes me very ashamed…"

Aiden said: "We just had a little foreknowledge. Anyone else could have done it. Actually, you're right, she was too well hidden."

Varian expressed his apology and gratitude to them. The frankness of the King of Stormwind was greatly appreciated by Aiden. It was rare for a king to admit his mistakes. He was surrounded by people who served him, wholeheartedly complimenting him and flattering him. It was not easy for a king to admit his mistakes.

At this time, Varian didn't have the arbitrariness and recklessness that Aiden remembered from later. He seemed very rational. Aiden thought this should be a good thing. The Alliance needed a calm king, not a war maniac like Garrosh.

Afterwards, Duke Bolvar also apologized to Anna and Aiden with shame. Especially Anna. He had just defended Onyxia and angrily accused the mage. However, after the truth came out, he realized that he was terribly wrong.

Anna said indifferently: "There's no need to be like this. As Lord Aiden said, we just did what we should do."

"Let's solve the problem at hand." Aiden turned the topic to Onyxia, "What should we do with this black dragon princess?"

Everyone in Stormwind looked at Onyxia, each with unkind eyes. The bodies of dragonman warriors were scattered around the hall. This black dragon had unknowingly controlled such an important place. If she hadn't been exposed, who knew what terrible price Stormwind would have paid under her conspiracy.

"I think we should cut off her head and hang it on the gate of Stormwind City!" General Windsor said murderously.

"That's right, this black dragon should receive such punishment!" Bolvar also said indignantly.

"No! You can't! I am the black dragon princess!" Onyxia retreated in panic. She said half-threateningly and half-pleadingly, "If you kill me, you will bring the revenge of all the black dragons! Let me go, and I promise never to plot against Stormwind City again!"

"Any black dragon who dares to trouble Stormwind City will have its head hung at the city gate!"

"Hmph, even Deathwing is dead, do the remaining black dragons dare to threaten us?"

A few years ago, the mages of Dalaran found traces of Deathwing and the archmages joined forces to kill him. The news had long spread throughout the Alliance. However, they didn't know that Deathwing had only faked his death to escape, and was now brewing an even more terrible conspiracy in the depths of the Maelstrom.

Anna and Aiden were well aware of this, but they didn't expose it immediately.

Onyxia's eyes flickered. She wanted to say the news, but that would definitely ruin her father's plan—she didn't dare to anger this ruthless old guy, which might be worse than death. Thinking of Deathwing's terrible experiments, she couldn't help but shudder. Onyxia would rather die than be her father's test subject!

Besides, Deathwing was far away, and even if she said it, it wouldn't save her life.

She saw that these people all wanted to kill her immediately, and she was extremely afraid. Beheaded and displayed to the public? She never thought she would have such an ending.

Onyxia wouldn't know that her fate in history was even more tragic—she was killed three times, resurrected twice, and her head was hung on the gate twice, until the black dragon clan was almost dead, leaving only Wrathion, that no one resurrected her to torment her again.

Of course, perhaps one day Blizzard suddenly remembered her and resurrected her for the players to whip her corpse, which was not impossible. However, Aiden would never see this scene anyway.

Seeing these Stormwind heroes sharpening their knives, Onyxia was frightened. Her mind raced, trying to find a way to avoid being slaughtered.

"The Burning Legion!"

She suddenly thought of the most worrying thing for mortals recently and immediately shouted: "Don't kill me, I'm useful! I can help you resist the Burning Legion!"

Onyxia saw that these mortals were indeed beginning to hesitate, and she immediately added: "Not just me, I can also call on the black dragons under my command! Even my brother! That Lord Aiden is right. He rules Blackrock Spire, and he will not succumb to the Burning Legion either!"

Varian questioned: "How can we believe you? I'm sorry, in my opinion, you black dragons are no different from the Burning Legion. You are all a bunch of lunatics who try to destroy us!"

"It's different, it's different!" Onyxia hurriedly defended, "We and the Burning Legion are also enemies! Those demons will not let us go, and we will never rely on them!"

Varian turned his gaze to Aiden and Anna. These two people knew the future very well, and they could prove whether Onyxia was telling the truth.

Aiden and Anna looked at each other. They didn't know whether Onyxia was telling the truth or not—from the results, the Burning Legion and the Black Dragon clan were indeed not allies, but there was no definite evidence to prove that they were enemies.

Deathwing relied on the Old Gods, and these evil gods had not clearly opposed the Burning Legion. However, Aiden thought of Karthus's report after returning from the Tomb of Sargeras—a servant of the Old God named N'aanzoth had been absorbing Sargeras's power.

He also remembered that the predecessor of the naga clan was the Highborne elves led by Queen Azshara of Kalimdor. They relied on the Burning Legion, and after failing, they were cursed by the Old Gods and became what they are today. There was also the first satyr demon, Xavius, who was loyal to Sargeras in history, who was also seduced by the Old Gods.

Speaking of which, it seemed that the Old Gods had been undermining the Burning Legion.

He and Anna discussed it, and they couldn't be sure whether Onyxia was telling the truth. But from the results, it was indeed the case.

At this time, Kayle suddenly reminded: "You can use the Transformation Stone!"

"Transformation Stone?" Aiden looked at her, "Can it be used?"

"Yes." Kayle nodded. "She must be willing and not resist."

Aiden always thought that the available carriers were only artifacts, magic items, or the corpses of some strong people, but he didn't expect that living people could also be used?

Aiden was certain in his heart and said to Varian: "We do need more power to resist the Burning Legion now. If the Black Dragon Princess is willing to serve, it would be a good thing for us."

Onyxia was overjoyed. Although this human exposed her and caused her to be arrested, if it could save her from death, she could slightly forgive the other party's offense.

'Yes, a little bit!' Onyxia thought.