Chapter 15: WOW: 15 Deal Done

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Chapter 15 - WOW: 15 Deal Done /WeakVisible for Advance Chapter Deathwing didn't know how many times he was angry, surprised, and admired tonight. "What does your highness want that treasure for? Do you want to kill a dragon?" Onyxia couldn't help but shudder. She knew her father very well. The tone of his words made it seem like he was going to kill at any time. On the contrary, Arthas didn't feel anything. He picked up the red wine glass and shook it, "Do you know who the guardian dragon got this power because of?" "Titan Guardian." Deathwing uttered five words lightly, with a complicated look in his eyes. His mission is to protect this world. Now he is driven crazy by the nagging of the old gods. If he wants to be free, he must destroy this world. "That's right." Arthas nodded approvingly, feeling like a teacher teaching a student. "The Dragon Soul can activate the sleeping Titan Guardian." "Are you going to use the Guardian to deal with the orc army?" Deathwing was a little suspicious. Isn't this a bit of an overkill? Arthas raised his index finger and shook it, "No, I want to use it to heal this world. You may not believe it, but I can always hear the painful wailing of this world. She is suffering. I can't block this sound, and I feel a headache every time. Do you know why I am favored by the Holy Light?" "Oh! What is that?" Deathwing didn't realize that he was being led by the nose. He could hear the painful wailing of the Azeroth star soul and the nagging of the old god N'Zoth all day long. Suddenly hearing Arthas say this, it felt like meeting a fellow patient. Good guy, it turns out that I am not the only one who is crazy! The star soul of Azeroth is the will of the world, and the Old Gods are parasites, parasitizing on the star soul, absorbing energy and corrupting the star soul. It is definitely unforgivable to twist a beautiful, rich woman into a black, poor and ugly one. Onyxia was dumbfounded. She sat there blankly, pouring a glass of wine for Arthas from time to time. She didn't know how long she hadn't seen her father like this. Is this still a cruel father? "I chose to heal the world. When I chose to heal a dead tree with holy light, I filled the cracks in the earth with gravel. This sound turned into joy, although it was short-lived. I knew what I should do. Heal her, and she gave me strength back. This is ridiculous, right? Yes, it's ridiculous, but it's true!" Arthas stared at Deathwing and looked at him with a determined look, "My Lord Duke, so please help me." "Oh? How are you going to heal the world?" If someone else said this, Deathwing would not care at all and sneered. However, the holy light burst at Arthas' banquet had been known by all the nobles. Even the common people were praising the favored Prince Arthas. As an expert, he knew that it was a form of power inheritance, so he retained a trace of trust in Arthas' words. "Don't worry about this. Just tell me if you can help me." Arthas stared at Deathwing, feeling that he would not give up until he achieved his goal. Being stared at by a human, in Deathwing's eyes, Arthas was just an ant. Although he could kill the ant with his hand, he did not do so. He discovered the value of Arthas, the value of a fellow patient. Seeing how people with the same experience as himself were cured, he might also learn from it? "Haha, Your Highness, mutual assistance is basic. I can help you, but what can I get?" "That depends on what you want, golden coins, or a large piece of land, a land that can give you free development without any force monitoring?" Arthas could only guess what Deathwing was going to do. In fact, the Black Dragon Legion had been hunted down almost completely, and only a few harmless ones could be left. All this was because of Deathwing's betrayal ten thousand years ago. He took the Dragon Soul, which was the power of the four great dragons, and backstabbed his teammates. Not only was he beaten half to death, but his own tribe was also almost slaughtered. This was the price. If you want to launch something, such as destroying the world, you need to have soldiers at least. The development of the military force can never be concealed from other guardian dragons. Otherwise, I am afraid that as soon as he develops here, other guardian dragons will come to destroy the house. So finding a place that is not monitored is the key. "Oh? Your Highness, can you find a land that is not monitored by any force?" Deathwing's eyes became brighter and brighter. In essence, he got the Dragon Soul to develop his strength. And now there is a better choice, why should he get the Dragon Soul? Besides, dragons cannot use the Dragon Soul. It is a curse that even he cannot break. "Draenor! The homeland of the orcs." Arthas said in a low voice, looking around, for fear of being known by others. Now it was Deathwing's turn to be a little surprised. He was no fool. When the Orc War began, he had disguised himself as an orc and sneaked into Draenor. He also learned about the situation in Draenor. That world had become desolate due to the corruption of fel energy. How could there be any resources for him? "That world doesn't have many resources, otherwise the orcs wouldn't have abandoned their homeland to invade our world." "Haha!" Arthas took a sip from the wine glass, and casually slapped Onyxia on her hips while she was pouring wine. This almost made Onyxia explode. What man dared to do this? Wouldn't he be worried about being sprayed to death by her dragon breath? "If it was too rich, let alone you, someone would have gone there long ago. There are so many people, so just kill a few of them." Hearing Arthas' words, Onyxia couldn't help but shudder. Obviously, her strength could crush Arthas, but she felt a kind of fear, and she didn't know why. "Hey, your hand!" "Sorry, I'm just too excited." Arthas shrugged, then turned to look at Deathwing, "What do you think of this suggestion, Duke?" The atmosphere in the room gradually solidified, and the human form of Deathwing was still slowly drinking red wine, "Your Highness, you didn't do anything to get me to help you, what a good plan!" "Knowledge is priceless. If everyone knows it, it's meaningless. I don't care what you want to do, this is the best way. For some contraband that cannot be known to others, you can choose to let the retreating orcs take it to Draenor. The world over there is very broad, enough for you to toss." Arthas had no burden. The resources of Draenor were gradually depleted due to the corruption of fel energy. They had development value but the value was not high.

Chapter 15: WOW: 15 Deal Done

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