One wanted the Dragon Soul, the other wanted a stable development environment, and the two hit it off immediately.
Although the Dragon Soul has great power, the dragon cannot use it. Once Arthas takes the Dragon Soul and parades around, Deathwing doesn't even need to do anything, the other dragons will blast him to pieces. With this in mind, it's only natural for Deathwing to agree.
Onyxia looked at Arthas angrily. She had never had her butt touched by a man in her life.
"Your Highness, do you owe me an explanation?" Deathwing also watched this scene with interest, without saying anything or stopping it, and no one knew what it meant. But he definitely had no good intentions, what good intentions could a black dragon have?
"Do you like gold coins? I have a plan for you to participate in." Arthas had no ill feelings towards the Black Dragon Princess. Although Onyxia was not a good person, the nobles of Stormwind were definitely bad people. As long as it was beneficial to him, he didn't care about right or wrong.
"Gold coins!" Onyxia's eyes lit up when she heard these two words. Her biggest hobby is collecting gold coins and valuable treasures, which is almost a common problem among dragons.
"Tell me what it is?" "First, we have to defeat the orc army, and then develop ocean trade. This is a long-term plan. The swordfish and naga in the sea are good trading partners. There are also many resources that can be developed on the Broken Isles. The trolls on the Zandalari islands are also good trading partners, and there are many more.
Solid Titan shields, sharp gem spears, rare Zerg mounts, and many rare materials are all good choices for making weapons and equipment, or magic props and accessories.
I won't look for other people for this trade.
If you want to join, you have to pay accordingly.
"It's not enough that Arthas fooled Deathwing, he also dragged his daughter into the pirate ship.
If you didn't see it at first, it would be fine, but the round buttocks outlined the perfect female curves, which made men salivate, especially when she swayed her willow-like waist, her phoenix eyes were affectionate, and she looked at you with a foxy and coquettish face, it was even more unbearable.
The slender and well-proportioned legs were slender and white, and the half of the calf exposed outside could make people's heart beat faster.
It would be abnormal if Arthas didn't think about such a beautiful woman.
"Hmph, I have no money." Asking Onyxia to pay would be more painful than killing her.
"Then I can only invest my money with my own strength, but it will be a very small percentage." Arthas stood up and stretched after saying this. "Your Excellency the Duke, let's stop here tonight. Let me know when you've made up your mind, and we can discuss the details later."
"Don't think about it, I promise you. Oh, Katrana, you follow His Royal Highness the Prince to find the treasure. Your Royal Highness, I hope I can still get your help when we arrive in Draenor." Deathwing continued to invite, he really wanted to see what tricks the other party had.
"I'm not familiar with that place either, but you can go find an old orc named Ner'zhul.
He should be very helpful to you in ruling Draenor.
Well, and don't provoke the demigods there.
Otherwise, even the guardian dragons may be killed.
There is another force of the void over there, and the void creatures mainly devour each other, so be careful.
I have no interest in that world.
I want to suppress the voice in my head.
" Arthas pointed to his head.
Although he was very restrained, he could occasionally see the veins on his forehead throbbing.
"Then I wish you good luck." Deathwing raised a glass of red wine. He didn't want to deal with Arthas for the time being.
Despite his mad behavior, he still maintains his independent character and is not considered a subordinate of N'Zoth, at least not yet.
Arthas left soon, and met Varian when he came out. Varian invited him to rest in his manor, which was a nice manor, thanks to the care of Lothar and Terenas.
The two drank and chatted. Since they were both princes, they talked about similar things. They also talked about many orc problems and talked from the heart.
A prince who has lost his country and needs help from others, and a prince who is in a prosperous and powerful country, there are so many opposite reflections.
Soon, Varian got drunk.
It was rare to meet a friend who could confide in him, and he got drunk unknowingly.
Arthas shook his head and asked the maid to send Varian back.
He stood up shakily.
Tonight was very exciting for him.
He took an important step and achieved the goal of seeking the skin of a tiger with Deathwing.
The next step is to get the things in his hands!
"Ding, the mission is triggered, Dragon Soul."
"Dragon Soul: The Dragon Soul is made by the five guardian dragons. It contains a slight amount of black dragon power, which is extremely lethal to dragons and weakens them. Now get the Dragon Soul and complete the mission. Mission reward: Small Dragon Soul activates the Titan Soul that resides in the soul."
Arthas had been thinking about the task that the system gave him after Deathwing agreed to the deal. He had obtained the Dragon Soul, but was it used to power others? There was also a Titan soul living in him? Was it the Star Soul of Azeroth?
As he was thinking, Arthas came to the door of a room in a daze. The aftereffects of the red wine began to surge into his brain, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy. He pushed the door open and walked in, closing the door behind him. He fell on the bed and began to sleep soundly, but the remaining consciousness seemed to feel that there was someone next to him, and a wisp of body fragrance came. When he turned around, he felt a plump body, which refreshed his tired spirit.
Queen Talia slept soundly.
She had seldom slept so well recently.
The Alliance of Lordaeron sent troops to fight the orcs.
She had the opportunity to witness the reconstruction of Stormwind Kingdom again.
She was very happy.
No one likes to live under someone else's roof.
Queen Talia felt as if someone broke in, smelling of alcohol.
At first she thought it was her son.
But she hadn't slept with her son for a long time.
The last time was when her son was very young.
This man was very strong and he hugged her.
A hot cock kept moving against her buttocks, and it seemed that it couldn't find the entrance.
This made her more and more scared.
Who is this?