So far, there have been no issues with Arthas's decisions. Naturally, everyone listens to him and does not overlook him because of his age. After explaining the plan, everyone set off in different directions, despite the looming threat of the red dragons' aerial advantage. However, this is a forest; hiding within it greatly reduces the likelihood of being pursued by the red dragons from above.
It's not just inconvenient—some sturdy branches can unexpectedly hit someone, and even a giant dragon can get knocked over. After activating the medal, a surge of energy indeed enveloped Arthas. As he swaggered before the orcs, they remained unaware of his presence. He even squeezed the breast of a female orc warrior, which provoked her to angrily slap the male orc beside her.
"Cook Badal, I warn you, if you touch me again, I will kill you!" The female orc fiercely brandished her axe, the orcs possessing elongated tusks; the male orc's tusks were thicker, while the female's tusks were relatively slender, akin to small tiger teeth, exuding a wild, exotic charm, paired with robust muscles, conveying a desire to be conquered.
"What a lunatic, I didn't even touch you!" The male orc scowled in irritation, unsure why she was blaming him.
Arthas chuckled and continued deeper into the fortress. The female orc had a decent figure, quite sturdy, and it would surely be enjoyable. There was no need to hold back; he could just go all out with sheer force, venting all his desires on them.
With such a fit female orc, she was naturally the perfect meat sleeve! This place was once the home of the Iron Hammer dwarves. Long ago, the dwarves had a civil war, and this area became tainted by magic, making it unsuitable for them to live.
As he ventured deeper, he occasionally spotted twisted stones, covered in blood, unsure of how many resentful souls lingered there. The moment he entered, he felt a chilling breeze. Orcs were stationed at intervals along the way; regardless of gender, all adult orcs possess significant combat power. This is quite similar to trolls, and orcs have a shorter reproductive cycle compared to humans, with lifespans being roughly similar. One tends toward the development of physical strength, while humans develop comprehensively, with greater potential overall.
In Arthas's eyes, there are distinctions among these orcs; the higher the rank, the stronger the power. The stronger the orc, the more muscular they are; just one of their arms holds more muscle than that of a slightly weaker adult human's thigh—one could only imagine the power within.
A punch from them could potentially kill an ordinary person instantly! Besides orcs, Arthas also noticed some forest trolls seemingly assisting the orcs in training the weaker red dragons. In the vast hall, ogres and goren were patrolling together.
The two-headed ogre had one head that looked normal, while the other appeared somewhat dull, and it was hard to tell if it was mentally handicapped. Whether it was or not was debatable, but the two-headed ogre commands absolute leadership and status within the ogre clan due to being innate spellcasters and natural leaders. Quietly recording the path he was taking, Arthas realized that the medal seemed to be intentionally guiding him forward. It seemed that Deathwing was very invested in the matters here; was it for the dragon egg or the soul of a demon?
Arthas's thoughts spun as he wondered how Deathwing would deal with him if he sought to obtain something. Looking up at the ceiling, which was only seven or eight meters above, he realized that he had already entered the fortress's interior, implying that he was within the mountain. If it were to collapse, that would mean he would not be able to escape! Unless it were a mage's teleportation spell, being trapped inside a mountain would mean even a paladin could die from lack of oxygen!
The thought of this potential made Arthas break out in a cold sweat; he had always considered Deathwing with the utmost malice, trying to guess at his enemy's motives.
There is no love without reason in this world; the way his aunt pretended to sleep and let him have his way was the result of familial ties. Queen Talia could follow him because of his status as the first heir of Lordaeron. Alleria could engage in an affair with him not just simply because he saved her brother, but also due to the guilt that arose from bringing him back to life.
And what about Deathwing? Arthas certainly did not believe that simply bluffing him would make him willingly help him. That was impossible; if talk were valuable, what need would there be for fists?
Considering this possibility, Arthas calculated how to solve the issue, and his eyes inevitably fell on the gem of the medal. Familiar with the plot, he knew that the Demons Soul had an incredibly powerful restraining force and damage against dragons, as it contained the powers of the four guardian dragons: the life force of the red dragon, the dream force of the green dragon, the time force of the bronze dragon, and the magical force of the blue dragon—only lacking the power of the black dragon.
This is why the soul of a demon had no effect on black dragons; it was entirely a trap. However, gazing at the gem within the medal, Arthas revealed a strange smile.
"Hehe, Deathwing, if you help me obediently, I can continue to collaborate. Otherwise, hmph, not only will I turn your daughter into a meat onahole, but I won't spare your wife either!"
In the depths of the hall in the fortress, the orc warlock was casting a spell with the soul of a demon, facing a gigantic red dragon over fifty meters long and twenty meters tall, with flickers of life flames resisting the power of the demon's soul. Despite her inability to escape, the demon's soul could not kill her either; it only served to weaken her further.
"Red dragon, you have no way to escape. Now, immediately, command your subordinates to strike! Eliminate the enemies of the Horde!" Nethul roared ferociously, unaware of what the power of the guardian dragons truly represented.
All he understood was that the dragon before him was merely a worm, and the artifact in his hand was incredibly useful! If he could force the dragon to submit, the odds of the Horde conquering this land would soar to unprecedented heights! Moreover, he even harbored a fantasy of using the dragon to expand his influence within the Horde and seizing the opportunity to oust Orgrim, making himself the new Warchief!