"I can agree to send troops; I still have a score to settle with Archimonde. But you need to help me with one thing, and it's not difficult."
Arthas stopped drumming his fingers on the table, crossing his arms and leaning on the table, a posture that exuded a sense of oppression.
Making demands before even starting, isn't that a bit excessive?
Suppressing the trio's doubts, Chromie maintained her cheerful expression.
"Alright, go ahead. If it's within our capabilities, we can help."
If not for the other party's ability to slay Mannoroth, and the fact that he would be a great asset against Archimonde in the future, would they even consider helping?
Not blasting your face with dragon's Breath would already be a great favor from the dragon Lords.
"The fleet needs to pass through The Great Sea. I'd like to ask you to escort us. We don't have much sailing experience. Is that request too much?"
Arthas' request was unexpectedly reasonable!
Yes, it was reasonable.
Is this reasonable?
Chromie breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't combat, it didn't matter. She had thought he would ask them to help eradicate the undead and demons on the Lordaeron continent.
While not troublesome, not many dragons were willing to help mortals.
"No problem. As soon as the Lordaeron fleet is ready to set sail, we will send dragons to accompany them as navigational guides."
"The Great Sea is not peaceful. With our help, your fleet will surely arrive safely in Kalimdor."
However, this also made her a bit confused. Why was this prince so easy to talk to?
She had investigated; Lordaeron was currently in chaos, with the undead rampaging, demons running amok, and mortals being slaughtered.
How many troops could he send without first cleaning up his own internal affairs?
She had no idea about Arthas' connection with the World Soul. As long as it benefited Azeroth, the World Soul would provide feedback in its joy.
Even a small benefit could grant immortality. What the Titans could do, the Supreme Titans could do even more.
Rather than pledging allegiance to any faction, it was better to trust the native World Soul of this world.
Tarecgosa was a bit displeased. She couldn't stand Onyxia's smug expression.
"We have another request: the black dragonflight must participate in the war. They need to be there too!"
"There's no evidence that they've truly reformed. black dragons are the best at deception, hmph!"
How could they let their enemies watch from the sidelines? They definitely had to drag them in, to jump into the fire pit together!
They were all good sisters, good confidantes; such a good thing should naturally be shared.
Onyxia couldn't help but roll her eyes. She knew this blue dragon meant no good, but she didn't refuse. There was some truth to a daughter paying for her father's debts.
"Alright, we will declare war on the Burning Legion under our master's leadership."
"Hehehe, we are also members of the dragonflights. What my father did should not be borne by me and my mother!"
What a filial daughter!
Is this called filial piety? This is righteousness overriding family loyalty!
It wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision on her part, but something the mother and daughter had discussed.
To rely on Arthas, relying solely on beauty was the most vulgar and low-class method.
A pretty face was easy to find; countless beauties would line up to serve. These women were just temporary pleasures.
Only by proving one's capabilities could a deeper bond be forged.
If they could clear their name in this war against the Burning Legion, her black dragons would no longer need to hide and could live openly in the sunlight.
Otherwise, once discovered by other dragons, they would act as if they'd eaten gunpowder, calling friends to gang up on them.
That feeling was truly unpleasant. Onyxia had experienced it too many times. Even her father, as powerful as he was, still had to hide and couldn't reveal his identity, didn't he?
You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a cub. Going all-in is also a kind of wisdom.
Master?
Only Tarecgosa's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch when she heard that title.
A dragon acknowledging a mortal as master, truly a disgrace to dragonkind!
What? Which mortal is a demigod?
It seems it's not entirely unacceptable.
Krasus, the red dragon, couldn't help but show respect. This was truly a willingness to pay a heavy price, even calling him master?
You laugh at her for being shameless, she laughs at you for not knowing how to curry favor.
The joys and sorrows of dragons were simply not the same.
"Then it's settled. The specific details will be communicated to you by my wife, Sylvanas, after negotiation."
"We also hope you can share the movements of the Burning Legion with us in real-time. As for the fleet's departure time, it won't be that soon. I still need to personally resolve a small problem."
Arthas' gaze turned towards the ruined Lordareon Royal City, where three dreadlords were still entrenched.
These cunning demons were best at manipulating hearts and planting traps. As long as it was evil, there was nothing they wouldn't do.
The only thing comparable to them in his previous world was a kingdom called Great Britain that was almost unable to unite with Ireland.
"Oh? You must mean the three high-ranking demons in the ruined Lordareon Royal City, right?"
Krasus had a request, so he immediately asked, but he quickly corrected himself when he mentioned 'ruined'.
"Yes, they are very cunning. Leaving them here is a disaster; they must be dealt with first."
Arthas was calculating his next strategic deployment, deciding who to take to Kalimdor to face the Burning Legion and who to leave behind to defend Lordaeron.
It wasn't just a matter of capability, but also loyalty.
Now that Lordaeron had suffered a great disaster, it was not impossible for some people to harbor thoughts of 'the rebel leader has come, no taxes required'.
Besides the undead and demons, a considerable number of bandits and mountain brigands had emerged, occupying various places, thinking of becoming kings in the chaotic situation?
This was absolutely not allowed!
This was his territory!
Lordaeron could only have one sun, and that was Arthas Menethil!
"Prince Arthas, I can help you."
Krasus was the first to raise his hand in agreement. He had lived in Dalaran for many years and understood some human customs.
To ask for help, one must first pay a price.
The other party's uncharacteristic show of goodwill made Arthas somewhat suspicious. He looked at him with an unfriendly gaze, almost having "What's your scheme?" written on his face.
"You have a favor to ask of me?"
"Yes, Prince Arthas."
Upon hearing this, Sylvanas also felt a strange sensation, and a deep sense of pride. Her husband was actually being asked for help by a dragon?
From a young age, the stories she heard depicted dragons as powerful and cruel. How could they possibly ask a mortal for help?
Unbeknownst to her, had Arthas grown to this extent?
There was relief, emotion, and also a hint of crisis.
If she didn't do something to improve her own strength soon, she might no longer be worthy of him.
Arthas had no idea about the many twists and turns in Sylvanas' mind. He didn't think being asked for help by a dragon was something to be proud of; he only found it troublesome!
Things that even dragons couldn't handle surely weren't minor matters.