In the drawing room, the white-haired Khadgar and a sturdy female orc were waiting and talking. Khadgar, who was clearly not even twenty years old, now looked to be in his forties or fifties. He had become this way due to the curse of Medivh, who was possessed and controlled by Sargeras. How did a young lad turn into a white-haired old man?
"Hello, Archmage. Sorry to keep you waiting," Arthas said with a smile as he walked in, greeting them. His eyes drifted to the tall, sturdy female orc; her expression was somewhat listless, as if she had suffered some mental trauma.
"Hello, Highness. My apologies for disturbing you. This is the half-orc Garona; she is a friend of King Llane and also a friend of mine. Her actions were controlled by the energy of the Orcs' Shadow Council. Now that Gul'dan is dead, some power still remains in her mind. I have come to request your help in dispelling the shadow power controlling her," Khadgar said, keeping it brief and stating the purpose of the visit.
Arthas toyed with a teacup, his expression somewhat playful. "I can, but what reward will I receive?"
This made Khadgar pause. Why was the normally helpful Prince doing this?
Garona, however, looked at Arthas very calmly. Meticulous as she was, she bowed slightly and said, "Respected Prince, I can serve you. Your ability to take in Orcs proves that you have grand plans. I understand intelligence reconnaissance and can help you in that regard."
"Alright, for Khadgar's sake, I agree." Arthas didn't take the opportunity to hike the price. Garona was a legendary figure in history; this half-orc had triggered many major events and had remained alive.
Regarding Orcs, Arthas didn't have an intense desire for them, but he felt they were decent enough. Garona was much better than the average female orc in both figure and appearance; her body was more slender, yet she still possessed sturdy muscles—the hallmark of a female orc. Her green skin paired with a two-ponytail hairstyle gave her a somewhat cartoonish look, which somehow didn't feel out of place on a muscular female orc.
Khadgar breathed a sigh of freedom. He was only of commoner origin and bore the reputation of having killed his own teacher. Although Dalaran had named him an Archmage, his foundation was still very weak. Furthermore, he had no intention of organizing his own faction, as that would consume too much of his energy. Thus, he remained alone, possessing nothing but considerable fame. However, he had inherited Medivh's Karazhan tower, which contained a wealth of books and resources; the legacy left by the former Guardian was enough for him to squander. Since he could inherit an estate, why would he want to work hard?
"It is wonderful that your Highness can help. My expertise in shadow power is not deep, so I was unable to help Garona."
"I know; that power is indeed evil. However, power itself is neither evil nor righteous; it only depends on the person using it. Khadgar, don't feel any burden; you are also a hero of this war. I also have a favor to ask of you, something perhaps only you can do," Arthas stated his requirement.
"What is it?" Khadgar knew there was no such thing as a free lunch, but for his friend, he felt he should do his best.
"It concerns Medivh's mother, Aegwynn. I know she is still alive. My plan is to lead other races to the continent of Kalimdor to establish outposts; an invasion like the Orcs' will surely not happen only once. We must accumulate as much power as possible to be fully prepared. There is no rush to find Aegwynn; just do it when it's convenient. Simply convey a message for me: I need her help here. If she has any needs, she can also come to find me." Arthas's goal was not so simple; Aegwynn was, after all, a former Guardian. As a human who could defeat an avatar of Sargeras, she could not be weak.
The inheritance of knowledge was very important, especially in this regard. Many teachers would hold back a trick or two when teaching students; this was a matter of selfishness and academic pride.
Jaina's and Illucia's magical talents were quite good, and Arthas didn't want to waste them. Fucking was a must, but work still had to be done.
"Alright, Highness. I shall head to Dalaran first to scout for information. I have also heard a little about the matters your Highness mentioned; for you to take such action is truly a blessing for humanity! Farewell, Highness." Khadgar had seen much and had no doubts about Arthas's words. The world seemed peaceful, but it was actually fraught with crisis. Sometimes, the failure to perceive it was simply due to low strength. It was like an ant knowing a tsunami would occur tomorrow; no matter how it hid, it couldn't possibly survive, and it couldn't run very far. That was fate.
After seeing Khadgar off, Arthas turned to look at the upright Garona. He reached out and placed his hand on her head. "Relax, don't be nervous. Close your eyes and take a deep breath."
Shadow power was actually Void power, similar to the power of the Old Gods, though the Old Gods' power leaned more toward the mental aspect. Void power included Old God power, and the latter was just one branch.
The sensation upon touch was very resilient. Arthas channeled Old God power and brought out Life Essence to use on Garona.
As the emerald Life Essence entered her body, Garona couldn't help but let out a soft moan. This was a cry of extreme pleasure produced after the hidden injuries in her body were repaired. The power that had been hiding and trying to control her mind vanished instantly, and a new power filled with a natural aura protected her brain, nourishing the damaged areas. Such miraculous power left her deeply shocked.
"Alright, you have been healed." Arthas lowered his hand and pinched the soft flesh of Garona's chest. "I am not a good person. I am a normal man, so sometimes I can be quite lecherous. But don't worry, I won't force you. You seem to have given birth before; is my feeling wrong?"
Garona opened her eyes and looked at Arthas's large hand kneading her breast. She didn't swat it away, looking at Arthas with a calm gaze. "Yes, Medivh's doing."
Arthas withdrew his hand and stroked his chin. If he fucked Garona, would that count as cuckolding Medivh? Hmm, interesting. "Alright, I'll take you to see Azuka. You should get familiar for a while. After that, I'll arrange tasks for you. If you have any needs, you can tell me, but there will be a price to pay. Let's go; get some good rest."