One wants the Dragon Soul, the other desires a stable development environment; the two have an instant connection. Although the Dragon Soul wields powerful strength, it cannot be used by just anyone. Once Arthas displays the Dragon Soul publicly, he wouldn't need Deathwing's intervention; other dragons would hunt him down without hesitation.
Thinking of this, Deathwing's agreement comes as no surprise. Onyxia glared at Arthas in anger; she had never been touched by a man in such a manner.
"Your Highness, don't you owe me an explanation?"
Deathwing observed the scene with great interest, neither speaking nor stopping it, leaving his personal intentions unclear. However, he definitely did not have good intentions; what goodwill could a black dragon have?
"Do you like gold coins? I have a plan for you to be a part of." Arthas felt no animosity towards the black dragon princess; admittedly, Onyxia was not a good person, but the nobles of Stormwind were certainly even worse, and as long as it benefited him, he did not care about who was right or wrong.
"Gold coins!" Onyxia's eyes sparkled at the mention of these words; her greatest passion was collecting gold coins and valuable treasures, a nearly universal trait among dragons. (TN: I actually don't remember if the dragons in wow are like this)
"What is it? Hurry up and tell me!"
"First, we need to defeat the orc army and then commence maritime trade. This is a long-term plan; the sea's swordfish people and naga are excellent trading partners. The Broken Isles also have many resources that can be developed, and the trolls on Zandalar are also good trading partners, not to mention the many other options. Strong titan shields, sharp gem-lance spears, rare insect mounts, and many precious materials—whether used to forge weapons or not, these are excellent choices for magical equipment and accessories. I won't involve anyone else in this trade; if you want to join, you must make corresponding contributions."
It wasn't enough for Arthas to convince Deathwing; he also wanted to draw in his daughter. If he hadn't noticed at first, the perfectly rounded bottom outlined a perfect feminine curve that made any man drool, especially when she swayed her slim, elegant waist, her noble and fiery eyes filled with charm, her alluring face making it hard to resist.
Her long, slender legs were fair and accentuated, enough to quicken anyone man's heartbeat. With such a phenomenal woman, it would be abnormal if Arthas wasn't tempted by her.
"Hmph, I have no money." Getting Onyxia to part with her money would be more difficult than killing her.
"Then we'll have to go with physical investment, albeit with a very small share." After speaking, Arthas stood and stretched. "Your Grace, let's leave it at that for tonight. Let me know when you've thought it over; we can discuss the specifics later."
"No need to think it over; I agree. Onyxia, you go with His Highness to find that treasure. Your Highness, I hope to still receive your help when we arrive in Draenor."
Deathwing continued the invitation, eager to see what else the other party had up their sleeve.
"I'm not familiar with that area, but you can seek out an old orc named Ner'zhul. He should be beneficial for your rule over Draenor. Also, don't mess with the demigods over there. Otherwise, even a Guardian Dragon could be killed. There is another force of the Void over there; the void creatures primarily consume each other, so be very careful. I'm not interested in that world, I just want to suppress the voice in my head."
'Good luck then.' Deathwing raised a glass of red wine, temporarily not wanting to deal with Arthas anymore.
Despite his madness, he still retained his independent character; he didn't count as N'Zoth's subordinate, at least not for now. Soon, Arthas left, encountering Varian on his way out. Warmly invited by Varian to rest at his estate, courtesy of Lothar and Terenas, his residence was quite nice, a manor.
The two drank and chatted, being princes, they found many similarities in their conversations. They discussed the orc situation, communicating with mutual understanding. One was a prince of a fallen nation seeking resources and assistance, and the other was a prince that was rapidly rising in power, reflecting many competing contrasts. Before long, Varian got drunk, having found a friend to share his heart with, he unknowingly became intoxicated.
Arthas shook his head, instructing the maid to see Varian safely home, and stood up unsteadily; tonight was quite stimulating for him. He had taken an important step, striking a deal with Deathwing, and next, he just needed to obtain the item in hand!
'Ding, quest triggered: The Dragon Soul.'
'The Dragon Soul: The Dragon Soul was forged by five great guardian dragons, containing a portion of the power of the Guardian Dragons, which poses a great threat to dragons and weakens them. To complete quest, host must acquire the Dragon Soul.'
'Quest reward: Minor Dragon Soul activates the Titan's soul that resides within your spirit.'
Arthas was deep in thought about this task given by the system after Deathwing agreed to the trade.
Did obtaining the Dragon Soul actually empower others? And a Titan's soul resided within him? Was it Azeroth's star soul? As he pondered, Arthas muddled his way into a room. The aftereffects of the wine began to surge to his brain, clouding his consciousness.
He pushed the door open, stepped inside, and closed the room behind him. Collapsing onto the bed, he began to breathe heavily, remnants of consciousness sensing someone beside him, a faint fragrance wafting over. Turning over, he felt a voluptuous body that revived his weary spirit. Queen Talia was sleeping soundly; lately, she hadn't had such restful sleep.
The Lordaeron Alliance had sent troops to battle the orcs, giving her a chance to witness the re-establishment of the Kingdom of Stormwind, filling her heart with joy; nobody likes living under someone else's roof. In her drowsy state, Queen Talia felt as if someone had entered, carrying a scent of alcohol; at first, she thought it was her son.
However, she hadn't slept with her son in quite a long time; the last time was when he was very young, and this man was strong, holding her tightly. A hot member was pressing against her buttocks, thrusting without finding an entrance. This increasingly frightened her; who on earth was this? She was stunned.