Chapter 42: Hello, princess

　　 On the night of the Scarlet Banquet (the nobles used this to express their dissatisfaction with Anduin Lothar), Drunken Wind, Lothar and Turalyon once again gathered at the Sardin Farm and held a second secret meeting.
"Sir Lothar, your performance was really great last time. I didn't expect you to act so decisively, and that group of nobles were frightened by you!" Turalyon was the first to speak this time. The boy was obviously the first time. Experiencing this kind of thing, I seem to be very excited.
　　 But Zuifeng and Lothar were not at all happy.
　　 "Huh? Why are you two more serious than last time?" Turalyon, who had been yelling for a long time, finally realized what was wrong.
　　 "Do you remember how many nobles I dealt with?"
　　 "I remember, there were 11 in total! 4 were exiled and 7 were demoted to civilians."
　　 "Then do you know how many noble families there are in Stormwind City?"
　　 "Uh, I don't know."
　　 Lothar shook his head helplessly: "Your hometown is in Lordaeron. It is normal that you don't understand the history of Stormwind, but at least you know how many noble families there are in Lordaeron, right?"
　　 "I know more than one hundred famous ones, of course there are many in the remote areas I don't know."
　　 "There are more than 200 aristocratic families in Stormwind. They are all direct descendants of the first pioneers who came to Elwynn Forest. This operation processed 11 families. Do you think the effect will be good?"
　　 Turalyon realized that the problem was not right. Only 11 companies were dealt with, which is not painful for the huge noble group! The stark contrast of numbers made Turalyon feel very frustrated. He thought it was a big victory, but found that it was actually just a small fight, which felt really uncomfortable.
　　 "Is there any intelligence from MI7 that kept you out of action?"
　　 "No, MI7 has just been rebuilt, and finding these evidences is already our limit."
　　 "Then...what about this?"
　　Looking at Turalyon's anxious look, Lothar suddenly laughed: "Yes, yes, your kid finally didn't say that the rest is clean."
He patted Turalyon on the shoulder, and Lothar continued: "Things are not that bad. I can't find evidence because some old foxes have too clean hands and feet. Some are usually greedy, but they can still be reliable at key times. Yes, for example, I know the lord of Daojialing, Viscount Geneon. He is usually very greedy, but when the orcs came, he scattered his wealth and bought a large number of muskets from the goblins, and entangled with the orcs. For three months, almost all the civilians in Daojialing were evacuated, and only one young son of the Geneon family survived. Although MI7 found a lot of evidence that he increased taxes and searched civilians, I really Can't do anything to this poor, hateful but respectable family."
　　 Turalyon nodded thoughtfully.
　　 All three people in the room fell silent for a while. Regarding the remaining nobles, none of them really knew what to do.
Finally, Zuifeng broke the silence: "Actually, through observations at the banquet today, I basically know who the leader of these nobles is. I plan to test it out. If this person is willing to help us, all problems will be solved. ."
　　 "Who are you talking about?"
　　 "Katrana Presto."
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Count Katrana Prestor was a beautiful woman with black hair and dark eyes. Her father was Duke Prestor from Alterac. The Duke came to Lordaeron during the Orc War and claimed to be The territory was destroyed by the dragon, and he asked for refuge.
The Duke of Prestor quickly won the recognition of the kings of the alliance with his excellent social skills and personality charm-even King Terenas of Lordaeron wanted to marry his 15-year-old daughter to him. Of course, he wanted to marry a daughter. He wasn't the only one. If the famous Jaina was not too young (only 12 years old), she might have become Mrs. Prestor.
And when Anduin Lothar led the survivors of Stormwind to return to the country, this lady Katrana accepted the invitation (Heaven and Earth's conscience, Lothar was just polite, without any unreasonable thoughts), and went south together. Rooted out of human tradition, became the Earl of Presto.
When Drunk Wind came to the front of this beautiful woman’s tent, the two groups of young men stared at each other angrily. Both of them were "young talents" from Stormwind, and both declared that they loved each other deeply. Regarding the beautiful earl of Prestor, it is a pity that Drunk Wind doesn’t know which ones really like this Prestor, which ones like beautiful women, and which ones like earl.
Originally, it was not so easy to meet Ms. Prestor. Any man who tried to see would be intercepted by two groups of lads blocking the entrance of the tent, but the drunken wind became famous, and secondly, from a human perspective, although It's cute but definitely not handsome, so these guys didn't make things difficult, and simply let go of their drunkenness.
When I came to the tent, Drunk Wind was really surprised-the layout was extremely luxurious, and many inconspicuous corners were gleaming with gems. What is even more exaggerated is that it is June, but there is a small stove in the tent. Burning!
　　 "Good morning! Dear Count Presto~EbookFREE.me~ Nice to see you."
　　 "Good morning! You are the famous Pandaren Drunk Wind, right? Nice to meet you! You can call me Katrana. I am very interested in your heroic deeds."
　　 "Thank you, beautiful lady, but I prefer to call your real name-Onyxia!"
　　Yes, as a traverser, Drunk Wind knows that the famous Duke of Prestor is no ordinary person. His real name is Nesario. Of course, there is a more famous name-Deathwing!
　　 Therefore, the identity of this lady Katrana is also ready to come out: the daughter of Deathwing, the black dragon princess, Onyxia!
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And in a corner of the construction site, Anduin Lothar had prepared many large heavy crossbows and aimed them at the top of Count Prestor’s tent. Once any movement was detected, the arrows with the thickness of the legs would exceed 500. Flying out at the speed of meters per second, the huge kinetic energy will shred all the targets-even the dragon!
　　All the Stormwind soldiers are waiting quietly.
　　 Turalyon thought about it, and finally couldn't help but speak to Lothar: "Sir Lothar, why do you trust Drunk Wind so much? I always feel that this trust is not something that can be obtained by saving a life."
　　 Lothar gave a big smile upon hearing this:
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