Right now, this was an unfamiliar red dragon, and no matter how she looked at it, she found it strange.
If not for its undeniably genuine aura and characteristics, she would have suspected it was a creature disguised as a red dragon.
Was it a Proto-dragon?
It didn't look like one; compared to the dragons blessed by the Titans, Proto-dragons were more like savage animals, and their appearance differed greatly from dragons, resembling pterodactyls more.
They were purely physically powerful, not very intelligent, and even the dragons wouldn't acknowledge them as distant relatives.
A few days later, the red dragons were escorted to a massive underground city. This city looked ancient, definitely not excavated by the orcs.
They didn't have the skill or the power to hollow out an entire mountain.
The city still had a lingering dark magic aura everywhere, as well as mutated monsters wandering underground. These monsters had cysts and pus-filled boils, making them quite disgusting to look at.
One thing was very similar: they resembled the Faceless Ones created by the Old Gods, with faces covered in tentacles and resembling some kind of organ-like face, earning them the unique title of 'Mouth-Faces'.
Arthas carried the red dragon queen forward, and they were imprisoned together in a huge, empty palace, which had a crude and practical style throughout.
However, the palace had only one entrance, which had been sealed with Fel magic, and Nekros was guarding outside, ensuring the red dragon queen would not escape from this giant palace-prison.
"Heheheh, Your Majesty, you are very lucky to have such a loyal red dragon."
"As long as you serve the Horde for five years, I swear by the name of my ancestors that I will return your freedom."
"We don't need you to fight; we will also provide you with abundant food. We only need you and the red dragon beside you to lay dragon eggs, hatch them, and provide them to us as companions."
Nekros' sinister and ugly face appeared again, and at this moment, he revealed his secret plan.
Currently, the Horde was fiercely battling the Alliance, and they were very troubled by the dwarven Gryphon cavalry, lacking sufficient anti-air power, which caused great problems for the Horde.
Often, these Gryphon cavalry would strike and then flee; if they could be eliminated, they would swarm, but if not, they would turn and leave.
Flying in the air left the orcs with no solutions; even the strongest throwers couldn't reach those gryphons.
After unexpectedly shooting down a dozen or so in the initial stages, those gryphons had learned their lesson and were now as slippery as eels, which was infuriating.
Upon hearing this, being told to be a breeding machine, Alexstrasza was immediately enraged and fumed with uncontrollable anger.
"Impudent! I will never submit! Either kill me or disappear from my sight!"
What a joke!
Being a breeding machine was not an honorable thing; it was humiliation, oppression!
The orcs below must be immediately posted on the forum for the sisters to gang up on it!
Misogynist!
Unfortunately, Azeroth did not have such a function, and even if it did, those idiots wouldn't live to see the next day.
The volatile orcs would only go up and give them two solid punches, teaching them a physical lesson.
Rejection was to be expected, and Nekros was not in a hurry; he simply had five red dragons brought in.
Without a word, he had the five red dragons killed in front of Alexstrasza; the power of the demon soul made their deaths quick and painless.
"No!"
Alexstrasza furiously got up. As soon as she touched the seal on the gate, a rebounding force threw her flying.
Bang!
Her massive body slammed hard against the mountain wall, and many of her scales fell off.
Weakened, her defense had also deteriorated; previously, this would not have been much pain, but now it was enough to cause her severe injury.
Nekros sneered, waving his hand for his subordinates to drag away the corpses.
"As long as you don't submit, I will kill five dragons every day. Today it's five, tomorrow I'll kill ten."
"Look at them, so young, all because of their queen's decision, leading to their untimely deaths. What a pity!"
"Hahaha!"
With that, he turned and left; the negotiation was that straightforward.
Extreme pressure, he wasn't afraid that the red dragon queen wouldn't submit.
Arthas had been watching silently; he secretly activated a mass teleportation spell, only to find that it didn't work!
This palace seemed to have a magic-inhibiting power; spells were ineffective!
Only Holy Light, Fel, and undead skills could be used.
The gate's restriction could not be broken in a short time; using brute force could work, but it would take time.
More crucially, he was not confident in dealing with Nekros, who wielded the demon soul, and that was the fatal problem.
He hadn't expected that despite considering himself invincible, his weakness of being fragile still existed; insufficient health and endurance meant a one-hit kill was quite frustrating.
The gate was closed, and the orcs had no interest in watching how the dragons moved.
"Your Majesty, are you alright?"
Arthas was a bit helpless; it seemed he had to find a way, preferably to get out quietly, then kill Nekros and snatch the demon soul.
Alexstrasza lay on the ground, her damaged scales already repairing; the queen, who controlled the life force, had terrifying self-healing abilities.
To some extent, perhaps it also applied to other parts of her body.
Wouldn't that mean being a bride every day?
Stop there, or readers will call you a misogynist.
"I'm fine. What's your name, young one?"
Alexstrasza said weakly. Her age was such that she could call any red dragon a young one.
Those older than her were already dead, and not many who weren't had survived.
As the queen who inherited the Titan's power, as long as this power didn't disappear, she could maintain eternal youth, vitality, and terrifying regenerative abilities.
Age was just a number, a meaningless number to her.
This was true, in the eyes of men, as long as she was beautiful enough, age was the most irrelevant thing.
Even knowing Xal'atath was a villain, who could resist the temptation of those ten food-grade tentacles?
"Asaz, I was born south of The Great Sea, and ever since I can remember, I've been one, a dragon."
Arthas almost misspoke, saying 'a person.' Don't forget, he was a red dragon now!
Saying this, he took out the prepared food and firewood and began to cook delicious fish soup, as well as naturally roasted beef.
Things could wait, but food couldn't; he hadn't eaten much these past few days and was almost starving.
He truly missed the days of being a prince, where everything was handed to him, and he had Jaina's unique wake-up service.
Those were heavenly days, unlike now, where he had to do everything.
Fortunately, his cooking skills were good. Once he had enough gold and materials and recruited the Pandaren, he would definitely build the restaurant in the system.
In the future, he would just throw materials into the restaurant, and it would automatically cook for him!
When it came to foodies, if the Pandaren said they were second, no other race would dare to say they were first.