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One wanted the Dragon Soul, and the other wanted a stable development environment. The two hit it off. Although the Dragon Soul has powerful power, the dragon cannot use it. And once Arthas took the Dragon Soul and swaggered through the city, Deathwing didn't even need to do it, and other dragons would blast him to pieces. With this in mind, it was only natural for Deathwing to agree.
Onyxia looked at Arthas angrily. She had never been touched on the butt by a man in her life.
"Your Highness, do you owe me an explanation?"
Deathwing also watched this scene with interest. He did not say anything and did not stop it. He did not know 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. It was true that Onyxia was not a good person, but the nobles of Stormwind were definitely bad people. As long as it was beneficial to him, he did not care about right or wrong.
"Gold coins!"
Onyxia's eyes lit up when she heard these two words. Her biggest hobby was collecting gold coins and valuable treasures, which was 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 island of Zandalar 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 very 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."
Arthas not only fooled Deathwing, but 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 swung her willow-like waist, her phoenix eyes were affectionate, and she looked at you with a foxy and coquettish look, 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 have a crush on such a beautiful woman.
"Hmph, I don't have any money."
Asking Onyxia to pay would be more painful than killing her.
"Then I can only invest with my strength, a very small share."
Arthas stood up and stretched, "My Lord Duke, let's stop here tonight. Let me know when you've made up your mind, and we'll talk about the details."
"Don't think about it, I promise you. O, Katrana, you follow His Royal Highness to find the treasure. Your Royal Highness, I hope I can still get your help when we get to 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 for you to rule Draenor. Well, don't provoke the demigods there. Otherwise, even the guardian dragons may be killed. There is another force of the void there. 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. The most important thing is to suppress it."
Arthas pointed to his head. Although he was very restrained, he could still see the veins on his forehead throbbing occasionally.
"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. Although his behavior was crazy, he still maintained an independent character and was 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 residence, the manor, thanks to the care of Lothar and Terenas. His residence was not bad, it was a manor.
The two drank and chatted. Since they were both princes, the things they said were very similar. They also talked about many orc problems, and talked heart to heart. A prince who had to rely on others for help after his country was destroyed, and a prince who was in a prosperous and powerful country, there were so many relative 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 staggeringly. Tonight was very exciting for him. He took an important step and reached a deal with Deathwing. Next, he just had to get the things in his hands!
"Ding, trigger the task, Dragon Soul."
"Dragon Soul: The Dragon Soul is made by the five guardian dragons. It contains a slight black dragon power. It has a strong lethality to dragons and makes them weak. Now get the Dragon Soul and complete the task. Task reward: The small Dragon Soul activates the Titan Soul that resides in the soul."
Arthas has been thinking about this task given by the system when Deathwing agreed to the deal. I got the dragon soul, but I gave it to others? There is also a Titan soul living in me? Is it the star soul of Azeroth?
Thinking about it, 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 with his backhand. 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 trace of body fragrance came. Turning around, he felt a plump body, which refreshed his tired spirit.
Queen Talia slept well. Recently, she rarely had such a good sleep. The Lordaeron Alliance sent troops to fight the orcs. She had the opportunity to witness the reconstruction of the Storm Kingdom again. She was very happy in her heart. No one likes to live under someone else's roof.
The confused Queen Talia felt as if someone broke in, and there was a smell 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 hugged her. A hot cock kept pushing against her ass, and it seemed that it couldn't find the entrance. This made her more and more scared. Who was this?