Hearing Deathwing's name, Alexstrasza finally understood why the demon soul suddenly appeared here, why she knew, and why she was imprisoned.
It turned out that Deathwing was behind all of this!
That traitor!
As soon as she thought of this, Alexstrasza felt an uncontrollable rage, wanting to tear the green-skinned orc in front of her to shreds, and then go find Deathwing to settle the score!
At this moment, a paw pressed down on her head. It had been so long since anyone dared to do this that she was momentarily stunned.
"Calm down, trust me."
Arthas yawned. It seemed it would be in these two days.
Now that the most important items were in hand, it was time to act.
The reason for waiting until now was because Arthas needed the black dragon Reverse Scale Gem from before.
dragons have reverse scales; touch them and you die.
The reverse scale is innate and the most important scale, not only for protecting a weakness but also a scale imbued with the dragon's essence.
Only with the infusion of essence can there be incredible power, providing the effect of protecting weaknesses.
The gem in the backpack contained Deathwing's power. With this power, he could easily break through the restrictions on the demon soul and destroy it.
When the demon soul was forged, ancient craftsmanship was used to reinforce it, and the Chromatic dragons also cast unique spells on it, making it unusable by dragons while also being extremely sturdy.
This was to prevent Deathwing from acquiring the demon soul again and causing the near-extinction of the blue dragonflight once more.
If the demon soul hadn't been too sturdy for even the dragon Kings to destroy, it wouldn't have needed to be hidden away.
It's just unknown how the Dragonmaw Clan managed to obtain it. The bloodshed caused by this artifact back then, now reappearing, surely bodes an unusual omen of misfortune.
The goblin Kriel was still chattering incessantly, mostly complaining about Deathwing's enslavement and wishing the black dragon King a terrible end.
He wanted to use the power contained within the gem to infuse the demon soul, thereby achieving the full-power demon soul effect that even Deathwing feared.
If he didn't kill that black dragon who dared to enslave goblins without paying extra, he felt he would never have good fortune again.
Thanks to his incessant chatter, Rhonin and the eavesdropping Alexstrasza were able to learn that this whole affair was a huge conspiracy orchestrated by Deathwing.
Although he didn't know what Deathwing needed, the most important thing right now was to snatch the demon soul!
After much complaining, Kriel finally left. It was unclear if the demon soul's suppression effect was still active, as the Fire Elemental Giant in the passage did not appear.
Only Rhonin remained there, deep in thought, recovering his strength while pondering a solution.
"Take your hand off me!"
Alexstrasza was very displeased with her temporary mate's actions, placing his paw on her head, making her seem like a little girl.
She was the Life-Binder, the Aspect of Azeroth, the queen of the red dragonflight, Her Majesty Alexstrasza!
How could he treat her like this!
"Ahem, alright, leave the rest to me. Before we set off, let's fill our stomachs. How about trying pork belly chicken this time?"
Arthas was also a foodie, and as he spoke, he was already preparing to cook.
"Come, light a fire and steam the pork belly until it's soft and tender."
Alexstrasza snorted, but thinking of the delicious food over the past month, she obediently cast a spell.
Rhonin looked at the two dragons inside the magic barrier with some disbelief. They were actually cooking here?
Was this a prison sentence or a vacation, given how comfortably they were living?
"Back when I was doing business in Grim Batol…"
A prison sentence is a prison sentence, what business are you doing!
Half an hour later.
Alexstrasza gently stroked her bulging belly. She had eaten twenty highland boars and was almost bursting.
After eating and drinking to his fill, Arthas' energy was restored.
He shimmered, appearing before Rhonin, tossing him a piece of roast meat and a bowl of perch soup.
Along with it, a Holy Light Spell descended, healing the heavily injured Rhonin.
As soon as the Holy Light Spell appeared, not only Rhonin but even Alexstrasza, who was feigning sleep, had a strange look in her eyes.
The Chromatic dragons each had their own abilities: bronze dragons could traverse time, blue dragons were natural mages, red dragons had powerful regenerative abilities and controlled the power of life, Green dragons could cast dreams, and black dragons controlled the power of the earth.
Among these, Holy Light Spell was the only one that couldn't appear, and dragons couldn't possibly worship Holy Light Spell.
This was an ability that required devout faith to cast. It wasn't particularly strong or weak; it was decent and had its merits.
No dragon would worship Holy Light Spell. They either worshipped the Titans, or the dragon Kings, or, like the Green dragons, worshipped the Moon Goddess elune.
It was precisely because of this that when a dragon capable of casting Holy Light Spell appeared before them, they felt incredibly astonished.
"How many secrets is this guy hiding? The hateful fellow, not being honest with this queen!"
"He must be punished to be my mate for another year, no, ten years! Forget it, a thousand years!"
The red dragon queen grumbled inwardly. Despite her grumbling, she acknowledged Arthas' abilities and skills.
Having a capable mate brought honor to the queen.
Then she could show off to her sister Ysera, saying, "See how good my judgment is."
Looking at the foolish Rhonin, Arthas shook his head.
"Mortal, eat quickly and leave here after recovering your strength. This battle is not for you to participate in."
With that, he shimmered and left the passage.
The Fire Elemental Giant suddenly appeared, looking around in confusion. The alarm had clearly been triggered just now, so why couldn't it see the intruder?
With the limited intelligence of an elemental, even calculating one plus one was difficult. It acted on instinct, and to think through this problem, it would need to advance to a higher rank.
Over the past month, Eagle Eye had investigated almost the entire underground city's situation and its small treasury, leaving nothing unclear.
Arthas shimmered his way through, finding it exceptionally exhilarating, though a little dizzying.
He not-so-cleanly pilfered weapons, armor, throwing axes, bows, arrows, and other supplies from the armory, and also cleared out the few remaining food reserves.
Arriving at the chieftain's resting quarters, there were two incredibly strong ogres guarding outside, and a group of elite orcs patrolling the perimeter.
The next second, Arthas appeared in the adjacent room, which was abandoned and only contained some wandering pustulent creatures.
He brought his paw down, a Bash followed by a Critical Strike.
With a 100% trigger chance, it turned into a pile of flesh without even a whimper.
He used Eagle Eye to check the situation next door and found that Nekros was actually engaged in a lively discussion and practical demonstration with a female orc on the topic of how to procreate abundantly.
What a chance!
In such a situation, any male's vigilance would drop to its lowest, and Arthas was no exception.