Chapter 127: Auntie's Fleet Has Arrived
Land resources are limited, but the resources beneath the sea are astonishingly abundant. There are rich marine products such as fish, pearls, ores, and oil fields that haven't been over-exploited.
Oil exists in Azeroth as well, but when paired with magic, it isn't as convenient as magic itself, yet it is still a very good resource.
"I understand, you want to do business, right?" Vashj squinted her eyes, quickly guessing Arthas's intentions, "I can provide you with some allies; whether you can forge alliances depends on your abilities."
"Okay, if I'm good, it's good for you too. Our interests are aligned, and there won't be any conflicts. Following my allies, you won't suffer any losses."
Arthas's thoughts might seem relatively crazy; this world is too dangerous and has too many treasures waiting for him to unearth. A partnership with the naga would be the best outcome.
To roam the seas, that's a man's dream! By the time Arthas came out, Brigitte had already brought over troops to confront the naga because he had been inside for too long.
After an hour of chatting, two hours, three hours went by, and there was still no sign of him. Being on enemy territory, how could it not make her anxious?
"Your Highness, are you alright!" Brigitte shouted, her gaze filled with worry.
"I'm fine. From now on, the naga won't attack us, nor will the murlocs. Let's head back; there's still a lot to handle." Arthas shook his head and was about to leave when he spotted a fleet sailing towards them in the distance.
"It's Lady Ashvane's trade fleet," Captain Faro reported as he lowered the telescope.
Ashvane has two lords: one is Lord Puton, the head of the Ashvane family, and the other is Lady Priscilla. Generally speaking, the lady lord refers to Priscilla; she doesn't like to be called "Lady," preferring to be called "Lord" or "Lady Lord".
"Greet them; let them know we are safe. Hailey, have your people stand down to avoid any conflict. Go, ensure that what we have negotiated is put into action. Ms. Vashj, please wait a moment; I'll take you to meet my aunt. Perhaps you two have some history, but everything can be set aside for our ideals now," Arthas said with a smile.
"Of course, you make a valid point, my Prince," Vashj replied gracefully when she wasn't angry, looking down at Arthas with a smile. Standing at over two and a half meters tall, it's natural for the naga to look down on humans; the feeling of being conquered is even more gratifying.
Soon, the murlocs retreated, and the naga also left, with some murlocs even waving white flags to show their intent to surrender.
This left the commanders and soldiers on the fleet somewhat dumbfounded. Were these really murlocs? Isn't it true that murlocs are normally mindless creatures?
Murlocs definitely possess intelligence and have many factions among them: deep-sea murlocs, swordfish murlocs outside the Eternal Palace, and the golden murlocs of Pandaria, to name a few.
Having a stereotype about a race can lead to fatal judgments. Vashj cast a spell that allowed Arthas to walk on waves without sinking, slowly moving toward the enormous ship that was being guarded.
This miraculous magic drew awe; the prince of Lordaeron and a naga were cooperating? Climbing up the rope, Arthas soon met his aunt, Lady Ashvane. She still appeared full-figured, with her long hair pinned up and a cigarette held between her fingers, exuding both the elegance of a noblewoman and a hint of a naval officer's aura.
He rushed over to hug his aunt tightly. "Auntie, thank you. I'm fine."
"It's good that you're fine," Lady Ashvane replied, hugging Arthas in return, her eyes watching Vashj. "How come you are teaming up with these creatures?"
Sailors who have been at sea for years are well aware of the naga; these cruel beings would bore a huge hole in the bottom of a ship, letting seawater flood in and sink the vessel.
They would then ruthlessly kill any sailors who fell overboard and pillage the treasures. For sailors, there's hardly a race more detested than the murlocs and naga.
"Auntie, have them stand by in place; I have important matters to discuss with you," Arthas said, glancing around, implying this wasn't the right setting.
"Follow me," Lady Ashvane said, turning to walk into the cabin, where the design was made with thick round logs, and the structure was not complex.
Her office was at the end of the bed; it was the safest place. "Ladies, please wait here for a moment; I have something to discuss with my aunt,"
Arthas apologetically addressed Vashj. "No need to be polite, Your Highness. Just call for me when you're done discussing," Vashj replied as she closed her eyes, seemingly in meditation.
As soon as Arthas entered, he hugged his aunt tightly and kissed her luscious red lips fiercely, grabbing her perky bottom and kneading it.
Lady Ashvane was momentarily taken aback but then embraced her nephew in return, allowing him to indulge himself; after everything they had done together, what else was there to feel ashamed about?
"I have a gift for you," Arthas said, using the blessing of immortality granted by the Queen of the Red Dragons on his aunt. "This is the blessing of immortality given to me by the Queen of the Red Dragons, and I am using it on you, Auntie. I love you." Lady Ashvane's eyes widened.
She could feel a powerful force flowing through her body, an unprecedented sensation that brought her pleasure.
"Your mother told me about your situation. Why give this to me? Why not use it for yourself?"