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I play as a beast in World of Warcraft(R18)

Upon being reincarnated as the Prince of Lordaeron, Arthas expressed his reluctance to become the Lich King. Lady Gianna Proudmoore is as wealthy as a nation, and is she my aunt? Is Sylvanas Windrunner my sister? Gianna is still young and lovely! Hmm, the Queen of the Wrynn dynasty is quite attractive! Saving Azeroth is non-existent; only by being surrounded by women can one sustain life. Dragons, high elves, night elves, female trolls, female orcs, female draenei - none will be spared, all are my flesh vessels. Deceiving, manipulating, and pretending to pursue the Lich King: I have never seen such shameless behavior from a paladin, hypocritically deceitful yet pretending to be a righteous savior. Dreadlord: How do you know? Isn't he just a tool in your eyes? Lich King: I saw him bring back my wife's soul and even impregnate her! The Dreadlord looked at the sinister Lich King and said, "Nathrezim, you must stay strong for the Legion!" The Lich King coldly smirked at the Dreadlord monitoring him, saying, "We are all in this together." Dreadlord: ??? What do you mean?! Lich King: Hehe.

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Chapter 13 Bet

Terenas was silent for a long time, and finally raised his head, his cloudy eyes flashed with sparkle, "Take good care of Calia, go down, I'm tired."

"Thank you, father, I will definitely not let you down." Arthas did not say too much about his plan. At present, he is taking the first step to establish his prestige through war, and then he will go on an expedition to Kalimdor to establish a base.

Far away in the Tanaris Desert of Kalimdor, in a mysterious cave.

Possessing the power of time, he has the ability to travel between the future and the past.

If the past is changed, ripples will occur in the future, and Bronze Dragon's mission is to ensure that no one interferes with the timeline.

Those who just stare into the abyss will eventually be swallowed by the abyss. These Bronze Dragons will go crazy in the future, turn into eternal dragons, and fight with each other. It is a typical me-kill-myself.

The empty hall is more than three hundred meters high, with a time hourglass surrounded by mysterious runes placed in the middle, symbolizing the power of managing time.

Several large Bronze Dragons lay dormant on the ground, but there were faint magic ripples around their bodies, making them very difficult to deal with at first glance.

Suddenly, a long-lost voice appeared, and the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu appeared after disappearing for thousands of years.

"The timeline has changed, Chromie, go to the Eastern Kingdoms and pay attention to Arthas."

"What bad luck, I just finished dealing with the issue of Teldrassil." A Bronze Dragon who had transformed into a Female Gnome grumbled in complaint. For dragons, transformation is manageable, allowing them to change into whatever form they desire.

Each dragon has its own favorite shape, and it is easy to change it.

"I know, I'll deal with it."

The empty hall fell into silence again, and the few Bronze Dragons who had not gone to other timelines to perform tasks entered the sleep mode again.

Bronze Dragon often travels through time to perform tasks to prevent the so-called reversal of time. It is not uncommon for the Bronze Dragon to disappear for years or decades.

The Bronze Dragon King is even more exaggerated. It disappears for decades and hundreds of years every time. It's not surprising.

Arthas is unaware that he is being targeted, the ability to manipulate time is incredibly frustrating.

After sharing the good news with Calia, he received her first kiss and affection. 

In fact, if he wanted, he could have had Calia right then and there, but the guard arrived with an invitation to Deathwing's banquet, forcing him to suppress his desires. 

Presto Manor, located on a vast estate in the outskirts of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, boasts vineyards and farms. 

Even Goblins can be seen working here, with ancient paintings and magical artifacts hanging on the walls. 

Magical artifacts symbolize wealth, being both simple to use and particularly prestigious. 

Every noble desires to acquire more magical artifacts for decoration, but their value is high, with a magical ring capable of holding half an ounce of clear water potentially costing half of their estate, making them priceless. 

Guided by a maid, Arthas, clad in armor, entered the banquet hall, starkly contrasting with the nobles in evening attire. 

The noble ladies and gentlemen, with their exposed chests and backs, were surprised by Arthas's presence, some boldly casting flirtatious glances at him. 

Deathwing solemnly received Arthas and invited him for a private conversation. 

"His Royal Highness Prince, it is a pleasure to meet you. Allow me to introduce my two children, my son Fa Doan, and my daughter Catalina." 

However, in Arthas's eyes, the two siblings could have real names. "Nefarian." "Onyxia." 

Arthas shook hands with Nefarian and embraced Onyxia, saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you both. It reminds me of a scene I saw in the holy light." 

"Oh, what memory has left such an impression on His Royal Highness Prince? Could you share it with me?" Onyxia, captivating with her trembling smile as she handed him a glass of red wine, with her fair ivory-like skin and black wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, her exquisite beauty and smile even making Arthas's heart race. 

Her graceful figure concealed beneath court robes exuded a majestic allure, drawing attention. 

"Do you believe death is the end?" Arthas swirled his wine glass, intending to deceive Deathwing with all he knew. 

Even an ancient god like En'Zoth could outwit Deathwing, so he couldn't afford to be outdone. 

Why do Kil'jaeden and others enjoy playing conspiracies? 

Because secretly pulling strings is just too enjoyable! 

Especially when he was broke, using it to gain big was simply exhilarating! 

"Oh? Could you elaborate?" Deathwing became interested, not believing Arthas could know things he didn't, being a dragon who had survived since ancient times, learning all kinds of knowledge over ten thousand years. 

"His Royal Highness Prince wouldn't be boasting, right?" Nefarian chuckled, showing his disdain for humans. According to his character, he would have just breathed fire at them, wiping them out, or at least leaving them severely injured. 

Onyxia remained silent, merely smiling, seemingly enjoying the spectacle. 

She often used this expression to incite men's struggles, as no one would refuse a chance to display in front of a beauty. 

"Oh? You don't believe me? Then let's make a bet. Dare you!" Arthas sneered, not willing to tolerate any mockery. He wouldn't let anyone, not even Deathwing, make fun of him. 

Nefarian was slightly amused, "What does His Royal Highness Prince want to bet?" 

"Let's bet on a dragon, a dragon mount will do. If I win, you give me the dragon mount, and if I lose, hehe, I can give you a research note. It is said to be an experimental note from a certain protector, hehe, Not Aegwynn." Arthas's smile seemed to carry a hint of conspiracy.

Upon hearing about the dragon mount, Onyxia couldn't help but explode. Is a proud dragon meant to be a mount for others? How blindly arrogant.

"Haha, does His Royal Highness Prince think he deserves to have a dragon mount?" Nefarian, suppressing his anger, said, if it weren't for not daring to disrupt his ruthless father's plans, he would definitely have killed this ignorant human!

Let him know what it means to be able to deceive but not insult a dragon!

??? 

There seems to be something strange.