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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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Chapter58 Gathering Energy

Unlike the simple grandstands in the game, in the real world, The Maker's Perch is located on a cliff hundreds of meters high, with no stairs leading up to it.

The majestic building's exterior, despite the passage of thousands of years, remains as pristine as ever.

The stripes on the marble are not for decoration; they seem to gather free-floating energy in the air.

A faint, invisible membrane protects The Maker's Perch. Occasionally, flies and mosquitoes fly by, only to be annihilated upon contact with the membrane without even a whimper!

"How are we going up there?" Arthas asked curiously. The next moment, Naboa took him to a hexagonal platform, and in an instant, they arrived in a grand hall.

The brief teleportation made Arthas squint his eyes, much better than the long-distance teleportation.

When they were teleported from the Eastern Kingdoms to the continent of Kalimdor, both he and Alleria almost couldn't hold back their nausea.

It was truly disgusting; the process was nauseating, whether intentional or due to the limitations of the teleportation spell.

Upon inquiry, they found out that the Blue Dragon King did it intentionally, targeting Deathwing, but it had unintended consequences.

Teleportation magic can be improved to reduce dizziness, but it requires more magical energy to ensure comfort.

Otherwise, if one were to vomit uncontrollably after teleporting, it would lose its strategic value.

The hall was very tall, nearly a hundred meters before touching the sky.

A throne stood in the hall, surrounded by seven-meter-tall steel dwarven constructs every ten meters. They were not lifeless; they would only stand still in the absence of commands or invaders.

They were formidable in battle, requiring considerable effort to defeat them.

With just a hundred of these steel dwarves forming a team, they could almost rout around fifty thousand orc troops, even to the point of mutual destruction!

Naboa led Arthas to a control panel, placed him on the floor, and pointed to the ancient-looking controls with a few buttons and levers, very retro.

Despite their simple appearance, the core inside these devices was as sophisticated as a computer.

"This is the control panel of The Maker's Perch. Do as you wish," Naboa said.

Arthas took the opportunity to touch Naboa's chest, which was well endowed, but it felt icy cold to the touch.

Naboa showed no reaction in her understanding, there was no concept of sexual harassment. Even if Arthas peeked under her skirt, she stood quietly.

"You should know how to use it. If you don't, then you are a fake."

There was a commotion behind them. At some point, the motionless steel dwarves had surrounded them, forming a human wall.

Naboa seemed no fool; bringing Arthas here was likely a test.

If they discovered he was a fraud, well, he would get a taste of the steel fists!

"Ding, Titan remains found at The Maker's Perch. Initiating control access, optimizing energy transfer, connecting to the core computing device, calculating energy control zone, activating energy aggregation device."

"Ding, activation successful. Obtained control of The Maker's Perch."

"The Maker's Perch: For most creatures on Azeroth, Titans choose to let them develop freely without interference in their evolution.However, for the creatures of Un'Goro Crater, Titans will intervene more, observing their reactions to environmental changes. You can use The Maker's Perch's energy aggregation device to create Titan creations, as well as equipment, weapons, potions, and materials with additional qualities and functions. After each creation, The Maker's Perch requires a twenty-four-hour cooldown."

As Arthas operated the control panel, exporting energy from Un'Goro Crater, Aeonus's soul began to absorb this pure energy. It was magical, not quite like magic or arcane energy, but rather a mysterious special energy.

"Ah! Special energy, very good, very comfortable," Aeonus's voice remained charming, even in weakness, carrying a faint sense of authority.

Titans were among the most powerful beings in the ordered universe, unmatched by any other creature.

As long as it worked, Arthas was pleased.

If he could get help from a Titan, it would be a significant advantage. The energy here was not enough to fully restore the Titan, but it could at least keep her alert for a while.

Seeing the infusion of energy and sensing the presence of the Titan, Naboa stood humbly in place.

Even in the face of her non-creator, she remained respectful, devoid of any resistance, only docility.

Outside the ruins, the Red Dragon Queen looked around with surprise and joy.

"What's going on?" Blue Dragon King Malygos sensed something amiss but lacked specific information.

"The life energy is being concentrated into the facility; I sense a different aura," the Red Dragon Queen said with half-closed eyes, withholding some words, unnecessary to say, and impossible to say.

Alleria is not worried at all she is confident in her Spouses.

The young Prince is destined for greatness, and she feels honored to be by his side as his Spouses.

Curiously surveying her surroundings, it is her first time in Kalimdor, something that was previously impossible for her, sparking her curiosity.

"Aren't you worried about him?" Onyxia sensed a somber atmosphere but was grateful to have Alleria by her side to alleviate the boredom.

"I have full confidence in him," Alleria smiled, not quite sure why, ever since her younger brother's death and resurrection, she inexplicably became involved with Arthas.

The significant physical intimacy had been breached, leading her to gradually succumb.

Finding the experience pleasurable, when Arthas made advances again, she had little intention of refusing.

"He is truly extraordinary, the most peculiar human I have ever met. Even before this, I had some knowledge of him he is very proper, occasionally attending banquets, but mostly staying with his elder sister, mother, and Aunt. How could such a human possess great wisdom? It's so strange." Onyxia expressed her perplexity, wondering how a child nurtured by women could have such wisdom and boldness.

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