"Ah!" Aurelia suddenly rolled her eyes, her flesh tightly gripping the member, vigorously sucking on Arthas's member, making her pussy ache.
The scorching essence erupted, pouring forth in waves with her moans. Arthas couldn't help himself, thrusting powerfully a few times, grasping Aurelia's ample backside, his member throbbing violently.
The seeds in his loins stirred, sending large quantities of semen into her womb, which fired it out like a cannon.
As Aurelia was continuously injected with the white seeds of life into her unprotected womb, she trembled as if shocked, enduring the baptism of Arthas's essence. Her hands clutched tightly at the man's shoulders, her feet kicking, rolling her eyes back as she emitted intense, meaningless moans of climax.
The mating across races came to a climax after a fervent twenty minutes, both male and female achieving immense satisfaction. After the essence was released, Arthas felt less restless. Looking at Aurelia, who seemed a bit worn out, he unconsciously swallowed.
After a while, Aurelia finally regained her senses, blushing as she looked at Arthas's infatuated gaze, she pushed him gently, saying, "Alright, I have to leave now."
"No, come again!" Arthas blurted out; he was simply a pervert, an insatiable lustful beast! Initially expecting rejection, Aurelia closed her eyes, her voice almost like a mosquito, saying, "Then we have to make it quick!"
No rejection! Arthas excitedly continued to push forward. Last time she would resist, but this time there was no refusal at all. This indicated that she had become addicted, with Arthas occupying the shortcut to her heart, leading her spirit to fall. Regardless of age, status, or racial differences, when lust arrives, nothing is impossible.
An hour later, Arthas lay on the bed excitedly. Aurelia had just left, and the air still carried the scent of post-sex; he could almost see the enchanting expression of the elven woman. Who would have thought that the valiant ranger general was also so lewd! Indulging himself on the bed, he let her ride him, and she truly enjoyed moving her waist.
"Ding, Task: Prince of Freedom (Completed): What is the difference between a prince without personal freedom and livestock? Strive for enough freedom for yourself. Participate in the Orc War, lead a team, and achieve merit. Task Reward: Language Proficiency."
"Language Proficiency: You can now master all languages and scripts, including Murloc, Naga, and Elvish. All creatures can communicate with you."
"Ding, Triggered Task: Rescue the Red Dragon Queen."
"Rescue the Red Dragon Sorceress: Alexstrasza is imprisoned by Orcs in Grim Batol Fortress. The Orcs are researching ways to enslave the Red Dragon race. Rescue the Red Dragon Queen, and you will receive considerable rewards. Task Reward: Reputation with the Red Dragon Legion, unlocking new professions."
"Professions: Enchanting, Blacksmithing, Tailoring, Herbalism, Mining, Disenchanting, Alchemy, Skinning, Leatherworking, Engineering, etc."
Looking at the task prompt that popped up, Arthas instinctively touched his chin. Each faction's reputation can be used to purchase some unique blueprints; some are for alchemy and others for blacksmithing. The potential of these professions is undeniable, allowing for equipment crafting and potion making, as well as producing various materials.
At this point, Arthas suddenly had a new idea. If the production time for gear with professional skills is the same as in the game—just a few seconds—then with sufficient materials, he could produce a large batch of equipment, weapons, and accessories.
Creating items based on market demand would definitely be profitable, and exceptionally so!
While lost in thought, Onyxia pushed her way in, immediately covering her nose.
"What is that smell?"
"Hmm, don't mind the details. Is there something?"
Arthas casually changed the subject; he couldn't exactly say he just had a fling with Aurelia, could he? No, it was two flings, in fact, both inside and without any protection.
Onyxia glared at Arthas, seemingly annoyed, unsure why she was angry. "My father said the treasure you wanted is in the orcs' possession; he needs you to ensure you get ten Red Dragon eggs for him."
Deathwing's goal is to steal the Red Dragon eggs and raise them as part of the Black Dragon army. Though dragons of different color types cannot mate, raising them is still feasible. After hearing Onyxia's words, Arthas stroked his chin.
"If the Red Dragons find out about the egg theft, that would be a significant problem. This trade is not equitable; even if he doesn't help me, I could still obtain them. And we had already made a deal; now to go back on it feels ridiculous, doesn't it?"
Onyxia felt helpless; this was her father's decision and had nothing to do with her. If she brought it up, it would offend someone!
"That's between you and my father; I'm just delivering a message. If you have a problem, you can contact him with the medal." After saying that, she hurriedly left, likely not wanting to argue further with Arthas.
Taking out a medal from her ring, it had a jewel embedded, unlike other gems, it was a pitch-black stone.
"Black Dragon Medal: This medal allows you to contact Deathwing, the gem embedded is a scale of Deathwing, containing the power of death."
Seeing this, Arthas understood. He picked up the medal and said, "My lord, are you changing your mind?" "This is just a condition; if you can bring me the dragon eggs, I will offer you a satisfactory reward."
Deathwing's voice was calm, to the point of being eerie. "What if I can't?" Arthas's expression turned playful. "No problem; we'll stick to our agreement." Deathwing actually sounded so cooperative; was there a conspiracy behind this?
After ending the call, Arthas's eyes flickered a few times, not sure what he was thinking. He got up to take a shower, then began to rest. Until he acquired the Demon Soul, any thoughts were ineffective. Without turning those into reality, there was no need for certainty.