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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 38 Calculation and Counter-Calculation

Up to this point, Arthas's decisions have not shown any issues. Naturally, everyone listens to him and does not overlook or underestimate him because of his age.

After explaining the plan, everyone split up and took action, despite the threat of the red dragon's aerial advantage.

However, being in the forest allows for great evasion of the red dragon's aerial pursuit.

Not only is it inconvenient, but some thick branches unexpectedly hit the dragon, causing it to stumble.

Upon activating the medal, a surge of energy enveloped Arthas.

As he swaggered in front of the orcs, they did not even notice him.

He even pinched the breast of a female orc soldier, which angered her to slap the nearby male orc.

"Ku'kabadar, I warn you, if you lay a hand on me again, I will kill you!" The fierce female orc picked up an axe and swung it a few times. The orcs had long fangs in their jaws, with the male orc's fangs thicker. The female orc's fangs were slender, resembling small tiger teeth, exuding a wild exotic charm, complemented by robust muscles, expressing a desire to be conquered.

"You're crazy, I didn't even touch you!"

The male orc was also irritable, not knowing what held him back from striking.

Arthas chuckled and continued deeper into the fortress. The female orc had a good figure, quite sturdy; she would definitely be comfortable to engage with.

With no need for much restraint, he could unleash his desires on them with brute force, satisfying his burning desires on such fit female orcs, naturally born as perfect vessels!

This place used to be the home of the Wildhammer Dwarves. A long time ago, the dwarves had a civil war, leading to the contamination of this place with magic, making it unsuitable for dwarven habitation.

As they ventured further, twisted stones stained with blood could be seen intermittently, possibly harboring many vengeful spirits, creating a chilling sensation upon entering.

Orcs were stationed at intervals, regardless of gender, all possessing formidable combat abilities once they reached adulthood.

In this aspect, they were similar to trolls, with orcs having a slightly shorter reproductive cycle than humans, with comparable lifespans.

While orcs tended towards strength development, humans focused on overall growth, giving them a slight edge in potential.

In Arthas's eyes, these orcs had varying levels; the higher the level, the stronger they were.

The muscles of stronger orcs were robust, with just one arm muscle surpassing the thigh of a slightly slender adult human, indicating the immense power contained within. A punch from them could kill an ordinary person instantly!

Apart from orcs, Arthas also noticed some forest trolls, seemingly assisting orcs in training weaker red dragons. In the spacious hall, ogres and gronn were even patrolling together.

The ogres had two heads; one head seemed normal, while the other appeared vacant, possibly indicating mental impairment. It was uncertain if they were mentally challenged, but dual-headed ogres held absolute leadership and status among ogre tribes due to being spellcasters, born leaders.

Subtly noting down the route, Arthas realized that the medal seemed intentionally guiding him forward.

It seemed Deathwing was deeply concerned about this place, whether for the dragon eggs or Demon's Souls?

Arthas's thoughts kept swirling, imagining how Deathwing would deal with him if he wanted to obtain something?

Glancing at the ceiling, about seven to eight meters from the ground, he had already entered the depths of the fortress, likely within the mountain itself.

If it collapsed, it would mean he couldn't escape!

Unless using a mage's teleportation spell, being trapped inside a mountain, even a Paladin would suffocate to death due to lack of oxygen!

At the thought of this possibility, Arthas was suddenly drenched in cold sweat, always analyzing Deathwing with the utmost malice, speculating about his enemies.

In this world, there was no love without reason. Aunt pretending to be asleep to be intimate with him was influenced by family ties.

Thalia, Queen Consort, being intimate with him was due to his status as Lordaeron's first heir.

Alleria's affair with him was not solely because he saved her younger brother from death to resurrection, along with her inner guilt, making it successful.

But what about Deathwing? Arthas didn't believe he could easily persuade him with just words. That was impossible if words were effective, why resort to fists?

Considering this possibility, Arthas pondered on how to solve this issue, his eyes unconsciously focusing on the gemstone in the medal.

Being familiar with the plot, he knew that Demon's Souls had an incredibly potent restraining force and damage against dragons because it contained the powers of the four Dragon Aspects.

The life force of red dragons, the dream power of green dragons, the time power of bronze dragons, the magic power of blue dragons, all except the power of black dragons.

This was why Demon's Souls had no effect on black dragons; it was a complete trap.

However, as Arthas gazed at the gemstone in the medal, a sinister smile crept onto his face.

"Hehe, Deathwing, if you obediently help me, we can continue to cooperate. Otherwise, hmm, not only will I turn your daughter into a vessel, but I won't spare your wife either!"

In the depths of the fortress hall, orc warlock Ner'zhul held Demon's Souls, casting a spell. Before him stood a massive red dragon, over fifty meters in length and twenty meters in height, emitting a faint flame of life, resisting the power of Demon's Souls.

Although she couldn't escape, the Demon's Souls couldn't kill her, they could only make her weaker where she was.

"Red Dragon, you have no way to escape. Now, immediately, order your men to attack! Destroy the enemies of the tribe for me!" Ner'zhul roared ferociously. He had no idea what the power of Dragon Aspect was.

He only knew that the giant dragon in front of him was just a reptile, and the artifact in his hand was really useful!

If the giant dragon in front of him can be made to surrender, then the tribe's chances of conquering this land will skyrocket to the highest point!

And he even has a little fantasy, using the dragon to expand his voice in the tribe, and if he has the chance, he can oust Orgrim and become the chief himself!