Ah, so it turns out he controls the hatching of their dragon eggs, and with so many dragon whelps as hostages, they will obediently listen to him.
Tarecgosa seemed a bit displeased. Although the human prince was handsome and possessed a resolute temperament that was fatally attractive to women, his favoritism towards the black dragons made her very unhappy.
"How do you know they won't betray you?"
This is a problem. How to guarantee it?
Onyxia raised an eyebrow, then embraced Arthas' arm, leaning in close, her ample bosom pressing against him.
"Because I will marry Prince Arthas and become his wife. Besides, I can't beat him; he can easily kill me, hehe, you know we are very afraid of death."
What could be a more suitable method than a marriage alliance?
A capable woman, combined with the status of a wife, should be enough to put anyone at ease, right?
In Azeroth, strength is respected. If you dared to ask for a divorce and half the family property, you wouldn't even have to wait until tomorrow; as soon as you stepped out the door, the prince's lackeys would send her to report to the Shadowlands.
Sylvanas watched from the side, her eyebrows twitching a few times. She didn't blame her man; instead, she felt disgust and revulsion towards that shameless woman.
Do you need to marry him?
Can't you just submit and be a slave or servant?
dragon knight is so much better. humans don't need a female dragon as a spouse, thank you.
"Ahem, there's no need for that. They can't escape. If they dare to betray me, I will do nothing else but lead the Alliance to hunt down the black dragons until not a single black dragon exists in Azeroth."
Arthas currently had no such thoughts. He was busy consolidating his shattered kingdom and also seeking revenge on Archimonde.
Enjoyment would be a matter for the future. Of course, getting a head start wasn't out of the question; who could refuse to be a dragon knight?
Given Onyxia's physique, standing up and pedaling, pedaling hard, wouldn't be a problem.
Tch! All bark and no bite!
Onyxia grumbled inwardly, but she still smiled radiantly. This was the only thing she could do.
Don't give her a chance, or she will show Arthas what cruelty means!
"Alright, in any case, there's no need to worry about Onyxia and Sinestra. Come with me."
Bringing the four guests to the second floor of the Town Hall, the area had been renovated and expanded with the help of the World Soul's power by the system, now filled with ancient elven style.
Jandice had changed into a maid's outfit, served green tea to everyone, then obediently closed the door and left.
Ever since she demonstrated her illusion magic, which was indistinguishable from reality, and her potential was recognized, she had been reassigned as a member of the private guard and also one of the magic consultants.
Her daily job was to serve as a secretary, and the maid outfit was suggested by her mother, Illucia.
The men of House Barov were finished, having colluded with the Cult of the Damned and committed unforgivable sins. There was no other choice for them but to be hanged at the city gates and left to rot in the sun.
The mother and daughter could only rely on Prince Arthas the prince to avoid implication and reckoning, so moonlighting as maids was within the realm of reason.
This was almost exactly aligned with the thoughts of the black dragon mother and daughter. There was no need for deliberate seduction; simply spending time together, diligently doing their work, and letting the prince get used to their presence would naturally integrate them and provide protection.
It must be said, this move was very practical and would not cause resentment from the two matriarchs.
"Tell me your intentions."
Arthas had Sylvanas sit beside him, acknowledging her status and reassuring her.
Being a dragon knight is certainly good, but there's no need to deliberately pursue it. A true man still needs to focus on his career.
Well said, but which beauty is the career, if I may ask?
The group exchanged glances, finally deciding to let Chromie speak. She was the eldest in seniority and the strongest among the dragons present.
"Prince Arthas' strength has surprised us and also brought us joy."
"During the War of the Ancients, the Burning Legion invaded our world, and now they have returned. We sincerely invite you to join the dragonblight Alliance to fight against the Burning Legion together."
"Cooperating with the dragonflights can provide you with great convenience. We need Lordaeron, and Lordaeron also needs us. Moreover, we only cooperate with the strong, and absolutely do not accept weaklings."
As she said this, she glanced at Onyxia. Yes, she was talking about her!
Onyxia was confused by the look, but a moment's thought made her realize, and she gritted her teeth, saying,
"Chromie, who are you calling a weakling!"
"Don't misunderstand, I wasn't talking about you. Why are you reacting so strongly? Are you taking it personally?"
Chromie smiled slightly. Her image as a pink-haired, pigtail-wearing gnome girl made it hard not to laugh and impossible to get angry.
Onyxia took several deep breaths, picked up her teacup, and drank a few sips to suppress the anger in her heart. This damned bronze dragon!
Archimonde of the Burning Legion had already arrived, and his whereabouts were currently unknown, but it seemed he was likely heading for the World Tree on Kalimdor.
As long as he left the continent of Lordaeron, he could go wherever he pleased. If the sky fell, there would be someone taller to hold it up.
Arthas used to think that way, but ever since he gained the attention of the World Soul, his sense of mission to protect the world had also grown stronger.
He protected Azeroth, and the World Soul gave him feedback and rewards in return; it was a win-win cooperation.
In a sense, being the spokesperson for Azeroth was quite good, and profitable!
Tap, tap, tap.
Fingers tapping on the table, Arthas remained silent, neither immediately agreeing nor immediately refusing.
Sylvanas understood, already having a hint of a hostess' awareness.
"What if we refuse? Are you going to go to war with the Lordaeron Alliance?"
Onyxia couldn't help but feel a liking for this hostess. As expected of a ranger-general, her words were firm.
Tarecgosa was about to threaten, but was stopped by her Green dragon sister, who shook her head slightly, signaling her not to speak.
The key to negotiation is who makes more mistakes. At this point, you can hold back, but you absolutely cannot hinder progress.
Chromie continued to smile, unfazed, resting one hand on her plump cheek.
"Of course not. As long as you don't intend to destroy the world, we will not be your enemies."
"It's just that the world is in danger. This time, we need to gather all forces to counterattack and defend our home."
"We won the War of the Ancients because many Wild Gods participated. Although we won, the Wild Gods also perished. This time, there will be no Wild Gods to help us."
"For our world, to defend Azeroth, even if we are not confident, we must go to war with the Burning Legion. If they succeed, our world will cease to exist."
"Besides, Neltharion is hiding. His strength is formidable, but if he avoids direct combat and merely harasses your kingdom, can you defend against him? If we help, along with Prince Arthas, if he dares to come, we will make him sleep here forever!"
Her persuasion was sincere and heartfelt, without any coercion or enticement, only kind advice.
This wasn't the dragons changing their nature, but rather Arthas' current strength had already proven his capabilities worthy of respect.
To be able to kill Mannoroth, that must be demigod-level strength!
When you are weak, merely existing is a sin.
When you are strong, others will think three wives and four concubines are too few!