Back at the Green Dragon Sanctuary, Arthas had just climbed off Keristrasza. After doing Emeriss, he was still not satisfied. Having secretly used some Life Essence, his dick was as hard as an iron rod. Evil thoughts rising, he had wanted to take the chance to do the two queens, but unexpectedly, Alexstrasza had called her daughter in. Helpless, he could only fuck Keristrasza.
"Gul'dan is dead," Ysera said, her body naked and her eyes half-closed, a faint blush on her delicate skin. Even though she was naked, it didn't mean she had feelings for Arthas; it was more of a mission requirement.
"Better that he's dead. I should be heading back too, to completely drive out the Horde and facilitate my next plan." Arthas caressed Keristrasza's full breasts, watching his cum overflow from her charming pink slit. It truly filled him with a sense of extreme vanity.
However, he no longer had the energy to get hard again. He hadn't yet reached the point of unlimited erections; this was the so-called "post-nut clarity" moment.
"Aren't you going to see your consort?" Alexstrasza looked at Arthas with a faint smile. She hoped Arthas could mature, not because of love, but because the dragons were busy, and having one more useful tool would be for the best. The night elves were good, but they weren't enough; more were needed.
As for a short lifespan? That wasn't a problem at all. There were too many ways to achieve longevity. What she valued was ability, character, and attitude; everything else was irrelevant. There were many intelligent races on Azeroth—trolls, humans, elves, pandaren, and so on—but only the night elves had become allies of the dragons.
"That's true. Hmm, I'll go see Neltharion first. I have some things to ask him." Arthas began to get dressed. After ejaculating came endless fatigue; his strength was still insufficient.
"Give me a ride?"
"It's a small effort." Alexstrasza waved her hand, her delicate fingers tracing several gestures in the air. A spatial ripple emanated, and Arthas was teleported away.
"How is he planning to perform? I can sense he's an unscrupulous person. If the benefits are great enough, he would even cooperate with demons," Ysera said, opening her half-lidded eyes. A bright light flashed within them. She had been observing Arthas and held a high, yet dangerous, opinion of him.
"He still needs observation. The Titans chose him, which means he can be trusted." Alexstrasza's expression turned serious again, a glint of wisdom flashing in her eyes. The coquettishness was all an act. Only in this kind of atmosphere would a man expose his intentions.
The Nexus was perpetually frozen. On its outskirts, one could occasionally see a patch of green; even the snow-covered Northrend had a vibrant, natural life. Flying westward led to the Titan laboratory of Charassus Basin, a place filled with fanaticism and danger that even dragons wouldn't set foot in.
Soaring blue dragons circled the towers of the Nexus while Dragonkin patrolled the ground. Visible streams of arcane energy swirled around the Nexus, making it a holy land for mages. The speed of meditation was greatly increased here, making it easier to improve one's strength.
After a brief moment of dizziness, Arthas was teleported to the Nexus.
The patrolling Dragonkin merely glanced at him before ignoring him. He carried the scent of black, green, and red dragons, as well as a special scale, indicating he was not an enemy.
Just as he was about to ask someone for directions, a ripple in space occurred. Malygos appeared in his humanoid form, seemingly uninterested in Arthas.
"What do you want from me?"
"I want to talk to Neltharion. I need more aid to increase my strength. I tried to sense Sindragosa's soul; it's filled with resentment. Resentment for Neltharion, for the Burning Legion, for you, and for the mortal world. Resurrecting her is already difficult, and eliminating the resentment in her heart is even harder. Fortunately, the Titan's blessing has kept her soul intact. Otherwise, if it had gone to the Shadowlands, no one could have saved her." Arthas spouted lies without a second thought. The other party didn't know the specifics anyway, so it was all up to him to say what he wanted.
Nine parts truth, one part falsehood—that was the pinnacle of lying. Often, a single false sentence could play a crucial role. Arthas had always done this and had successfully deceived everyone.
At the mention of his deceased wife, Malygos's mood soured.
"Follow me."
Once again enveloped by spatial energy, he found himself in a dungeon the next second. In a cell, the bars were formed from blue arcane energy.
The once world-destroying Black Dragon King Neltharion now sat inside, bruised and swollen, holding a book. It was a contradictory sight of both abuse and preferential treatment.
"Uh, you don't beat him up every day, do you?" Arthas was a bit speechless. This looked very much like long-term torture.
"Yes, I take my anger out on him every day. He killed so many of my children. It's merciful enough that I haven't subjected him to Soul Annihilation," Malygos snorted. His hatred for Neltharion was bone-deep.
"Alright, you could try other things next time. Give him laxatives, then don't let him use the toilet," Arthas suggested lightly. A little mischief was always an option. Deathwing couldn't be killed anyway, and Malygos clearly wanted to torture him long-term, so he might as well let him have his fun.
"Good idea!" Malygos's mind was now filled with research on how to torture Deathwing. Wasn't this much more satisfying than just killing his enemy?
Deathwing, who was reading, raised an eyebrow as if sensing something bad was about to happen.
"What did you come to me for?"
"Did you tell Onyxia about your lair in Highmountain?" Arthas had his eyes on Deathwing's legacy.
"Yes, I don't know if she's been there yet." Deathwing was indifferent. As long as he could be free of N'Zoth's whispers, being tortured was far better than having someone babbling in his head every day.
"The orcs have failed. The Burning Legion is punishing the lackeys who betrayed them. They will continue to plot a new round of conspiracies. By the way, at your peak, could you have defeated the Progenitor of Dragonkind, Galakrond?" Arthas asked with sudden curiosity. He had only come to see Deathwing's miserable state. If this old fellow caused trouble, it would definitely affect his plans.