One desired the Dragon soul, the other sought a peaceful development environment, and they quickly reached an agreement.
Despite the immense power of the Dragon soul, it was unusable by the dragons.
If Arthas were to flaunt the Dragon soul, Deathwing wouldn't need to intervene; the other dragons would obliterate him.
With this in mind, Deathwing's approval seemed inevitable.
Onyxia glared angrily at Arthas, realizing she had never been touched inappropriately by a man before.
"Your Royal Highness, do you owe me an explanation?"
Deathwing observed the scene with interest, neither speaking nor intervening, his intentions unclear but undoubtedly malevolent; what good intentions could a black dragon have?
"Fancy some gold? I have a plan for you to join," Arthas harbored no ill feelings toward the black dragon princess. While Alleria wasn't a saint, the nobles of Stormwind were far from innocent. As long as it benefited him, right or wrong didn't matter.
"Gold!" Onyxia's eyes sparkled at the mention of gold, her greatest passion being the collection of coins and valuable treasures, a common trait among dragons.
"Tell me more."
"First, we must crush the orc army and then engage in maritime trade. This is a long-term plan involving trade with sea creatures, naga, valuable resources on the Broken Isles, the trolls on Zandalar, and much more. Sturdy Titan shields, sharp gemstone spears, rare insect mounts, and many other exotic materials can be used to craft weapons, equipment, or magical items and accessories. I won't involve anyone else in this trade. If you join, you must contribute accordingly."
Arthas not only persuaded Deathwing but also roped in his daughter.
If one hadn't noticed initially, the perfectly rounded buttocks outlined a flawless feminine curve, causing men to salivate, especially when she swayed her slender waist, her eyes full of charm and seduction, her flirtatious gaze making it irresistible.
Her long, slender, fair legs, exposed in part, were enough to quicken one's heartbeat.
For Arthas to not be captivated by such a beautiful woman would be abnormal.
"Hmph, I have no money." Making Onyxia pay up would be more painful than killing her.
"Then you'll have to invest with your strength, with a minimal stake," Arthas stood up, stretched lazily, and said, "Duke, let's end it here for tonight. Let me know when you've made up your mind, and we'll discuss the details further."
"No need to think it over, I agree. Katrana, go with His Royal Highness Prince to find that treasure. Your Royal Highness Prince, I hope to have your assistance when we reach Draenor." Deathwing extended the invitation, eager to see what other tricks the other party had up their sleeve.
"In that area, I am not familiar either, but you can go look for an old orc named Ner'zhul. He should be beneficial to your rule over Draenor. Oh, and also, do not provoke the demigods over there. Even a Dragon Aspect could be killed. There is another force of the void in that place, where void creatures mainly devour each other, so be extremely cautious. I have no interest in that world; my main concern is suppressing the voices in my head."
Arthas pointed to his head, despite being restrained, occasional bulging veins could still be seen on his forehead.
"Good luck to you." Deathwing raised a glass of red wine, not wanting to deal with Arthas at the moment.
Though his actions were crazy, he still maintained his independent personality and was not considered one of En'Zoth's minions, at least not yet.
Soon Arthas left and on his way out, he ran into Varian.
Varian warmly invited him to rest at his estate, entrusted Lothar and Terenas to take care of him. His residence was quite decent, a manor.
The two drank and chatted, as Princes, they shared many similarities in their conversations. They discussed orc-related matters, engaging in heart-to-heart conversations.
A Prince who needed help from others for a fallen kingdom, and a Prince of a rising powerful nation, reflected each other in many ways.
Before long, Varian got drunk, seldom meeting a friend with whom he could open up, he unknowingly got intoxicated.
Arthas shook his head, had a maid escort Varian back, he himself stood up unsteadily, finding the night quite exciting.
He took a significant step, sealing a deal with Deathwing, now all he needed to do was get his hands on the item!
"Ding, triggering mission, Dragon Soul."
"Dragon soul: Dragon soul is made from five Dragon Aspects. It contains slight black dragon power, which is extremely lethal to dragons and makes them weak. Now get Dragon soul and complete the mission. Mission reward: trumpet Dragon soul activates the Titan Soul that resides in the soul."
Arthas had been pondering over this mission the system gave him after Deathwing agreed to the trade.
Would he be empowering someone else by obtaining the Dragon Soul?
And a Titan's soul residing within himself?
Was it the Star Soul of Azeroth?
Lost in thought, Arthas found himself in front of a door, the aftereffects of the wine clouding his mind.
He pushed the door open, entered the room, and closed the door behind him.
He collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, with a faint awareness of someone nearby and a hint of fragrance.
Turning over, he felt a voluptuous figure beside him, reinvigorating his somewhat tired spirit.
Thalia, Queen Consort, was sleeping soundly, enjoying rare moments of peaceful rest lately.
With Lordaeron Alliance mobilizing for battle against the orcs, she had the chance to witness the rebuilding of the Kingdom of Stormwind, bringing her inner joy as no one likes being a guest in another's home.
In a daze, Thalia, Queen Consort, felt as if someone had intruded, carrying a scent of alcohol, initially mistaking it for her son.
It had been a long time since she had slept with her son, the last time when he was very young. This man was strong, holding her close.
A hot shaft pressed against her buttocks, continuously moving, struggling to find an entrance.
This made her increasingly fearful, who could this be?