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 slay a dragon?"
Onyxia couldn't help but shudder. She knew her father very well. His tone of voice made him look like he was ready to kill anyone at any time. Arthas, on the other hand, didn't feel anything. He picked up the wine glass and shook it, "Do you know who gave the Guardian Dragon this power?"
"Titan Guardian." Deathwing uttered these five words with a complicated look in his eyes. His mission was to protect this world, but now he was driven crazy by the nagging of the ancient gods. If he wanted to be free, he would 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 planning to use the Guardians 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 the world. You may not believe it, but I can always hear the world's painful wails. It is suffering.
I can't block out this voice, and it gives me 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 howling of the Azeroth star souls and the chattering of the ancient god N'Zoth all day long. When he suddenly heard Arthas say this, he felt like he had met a fellow patient. Oh my god, 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 that live on the star souls, absorb their energy and corrupt them.
It is definitely unforgivable to distort a fair, rich and beautiful girl into a dark, 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 it had been since she saw her father like this.
Is this still the 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 in return.
This is ridiculous, right? Yes, it's ridiculous, but it's true!
" Arthas stared at Deathwing with a determined look, "My Lord Duke, so please help me.
" "Oh? How are you going to heal the world?"
If someone else had said this, Deathwing would have ignored it and sneered. However, the holy light explosion at Arthas's banquet had been known to all the nobles, and 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 little 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 crush the ant to death with just 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 him were cured, maybe he could learn from them? "Haha, Your Highness, mutual assistance is the basic principle. I can help you, but what can I get in return?"
"That depends on what you want, golden coins, or a huge piece of land, a land that allows you to develop freely without any monitoring by any force?" 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 were left.
All this was because of Deathwing's betrayal ten thousand years ago, when he backstabbed his teammates with the Dragon Soul, which was the power of the four great dragons.
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, and the development of the military force can never be concealed from other guardian dragons.
Otherwise, he might just develop here, and other guardian dragons would come to destroy his 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 forces?" Deathwing's eyes became brighter and brighter. In essence, he got the Dragon Soul to develop his strength. Now there is a better choice, why should he get the Dragon Soul? Besides, the dragon cannot use the Dragon Soul. It is a curse that even he cannot break.
"Draenor! The home of the orcs." Arthas said in a low and sinister voice, looking around for fear of being known by others.
Now it was Deathwing's turn to be a little surprised. He was not a 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 left, 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, Your Excellency the Duke?"
The atmosphere in the room gradually solidified. Deathwing's transformed humanoid 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 will be 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 explore."
Arthas has no burden at all. Draenor's resources are gradually being depleted due to fel corruption. They have development value but the value is not high.