CHAPTER 16: The Wrong Room (And Why It Felt So Right)
One wanted the Dragon Soul, and the other wanted a stable development environment. The two hit it off. So, that's done. One cosmic-powered artifact for one... slightly used, fel-corrupted planet. Seems like a fair trade. 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. He thinks he's playing me, and I'm letting him. He gets a 'secret' base, and I get the shiny plot coupon. Everyone wins.
Onyxia looked at Arthas angrily. She had never been touched on the butt by a man in her life.
Okay, maybe not everyone is winning just yet. I could practically feel the heat radiating off her. If looks could incinerate, I'd be a pile of princely ash.
"Your Highness, do you owe me an explanation?" Her voice was pure ice. Whoops. Maybe the 'too excited' excuse was a bit thin. Time to pivot. What do all dragons love more than their own pride?
Deathwing also watched this scene with interest. He did not say anything and did not stop it. He did not know what it meant. The bastard. He's enjoying this. He's not stopping her. He probably wants to see if she'll gut me. 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." Bingo. The universal language.
Arthas had no ill feelings towards the black dragon princess. Honestly, how could I? She's a villain, sure, but she's a pragmatic villain. And a gorgeous one. 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. Hook, line, and sinker. 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."
I'm just pulling this out of my ass, but it sounds impressive. Zerg mounts? Why not. Sounds cool. Arthas not only fooled Deathwing, but also dragged his daughter into the pirate ship.
And speaking of that pirate ship... If you didn't see it at first, it would be fine, but the round ass 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." Ah, the classic 'I'm a rich girl but I'm broke' pout. Adorable.
Asking Onyxia to pay would be more painful than killing her.
"Then I can only invest with my strength, a very small share."
I'll take it. Having a dragon princess on my payroll? The benefits are... substantial. 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."
He's sending his daughter with me. As a 'minder'? A honey-pot? A bodyguard? Yes, please. All of the above. 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 Dragon Aspects 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. A little method acting never hurt. Sell the 'burdened healer' bit.
"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 the Corruptor, at least not yet.
Arthas left soon and met Varian when he came out. Gods, my head is swimming. The wine, the adrenaline, bluffing a living apocalypse... I need a drink. Oh, wait. Here's one. 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. He's a good kid. Full of piss and vinegar. But so, so broken. At least I got reincarnated as the guy on top. 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. Lightweight. Can't hold his liquor or his kingdom. 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. Okay, now I'm the one staggering. The room is... spinning. 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!
[System UI] trigger the task, Dragon Soul."
Oh, great. The magic text box is here. Can barely... read it...
[Task: Dragon Soul] The Dragon Soul is made by the five Dragon Aspects. 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?
My head... too much to process. Titan soul... Azeroth... just... need... sleep... 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. This looks... right. This is my door. Close enough. Gods, I'm hammered. 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.
Bed. Need bed. The mattress was soft. So soft. And... warm. And smelled... amazing. Like jasmine. Wait. Do my sheets smell like jasmine? Who cares... so warm...
Turning around, he felt a plump body, which refreshed his tired spirit.
My arm flopped over, landing on... something. Something very soft. And very plump. And very warm. My tired spirit, which was about 99% shut down, suddenly put one percent of its energy back into... other departments. Ooooh. Hello. Who's this? Calia? A maid? Don't care... so soft...
This person in the bed... she was sleeping 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 Stormwind again. She was very happy in her heart. No one likes to live under someone else's roof.
My drunk-brain took over. I pulled the warmth closer. Mine. It was a strong, full-bodied... person. Definitely a person. A woman. My instincts, completely unhampered by my fuzzy brain, took over. I pulled her closer, my body pressing against her back. The confused Queen Taria 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. My own "hot cock," suddenly wide awake and taking charge, kept pushing against her ass. There. Right there. So soft. It seemed that it couldn't find the entrance. Mmm. Can't find... find the... what'm I lookin' for? Don't care... This made her more and more scared. Who was this?
I just pressed closer, the contact electric even through the fog of wine. I heard a small... gasp? Or was that me? I was too far gone to know. My brain finally shut down, leaving my body to its own, very happy, devices as I fell completely into the blackness, blissfully unaware of whose bed I had actually stumbled into.