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

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"Oh, are you interested in the female senator?" Deathwing didn't find it offensive. To him, even if a son-in-law wants to find a mistress, let him be. Incompetent men without the ability to keep a wife can't handle even one, while capable men can have dozens without a problem, as long as they can handle it without being drained.

Arthas shook his head with a sly smile, "Do you think they will agree?"

"They won't." Deathwing understood these races very well, having studied many of them.

From the quilboar, centaur, tauren, to even kobolds and gnolls, he had mingled with all of them to find suitable subordinates.

High elves were definitely not overlooked. They may have spies, but they were not suitable for control, nor did they have much potential or exploitable value.

In simple terms, they were not cost-effective, each of them looking down on others with arrogance, truly laughable.

In fact, it was true. The arrogance of high elves was notorious, especially those in the mage profession, who not only looked down on others but did so with extreme arrogance, as if they were the most noble and everyone else was trash.

"In Lordaeron, there's a saying if you want to open a window in a gambler's house, they will definitely not agree. But if you suggest tearing down the house, flipping the ceiling, they might agree to you opening a window." Arthas's smile was exceptionally bright. The tactics of capitalists may be disgusting, but one had to admit they were effective!

This was a well-known tactic of capitalists. Wasn't there an American capitalist who acquired Twitter this way?

The Thirty-Six Stratagems from The Art of War were learned.

Provoking the other party with excessive demands, drawing a red line, and then compromising for a reasonable request.

Starting with this demand would easily lead to rejection, so an outrageous one must be proposed.

Well, Deathwing exclaimed, "Well played."

Azeroth did not have The Art of War, but this advanced strategy was applicable in any field, such as interpersonal relationships, business negotiations, territorial expansion, and so on. "Very good, hehe, you can find a magician named Darkan. He is very dissatisfied with the Silvermoon Council, too ambitious, a pawn. You know how to use him."

"I know, a dog that will bite for enough benefits. I need this kind of dog." Arthas certainly did not consider the other party as a confidant such individuals were just cannon fodder, good for nothing but a good mad dog.

The two exchanged some insights, feeling more and more compatible as they conversed.

Whether it was the current Arthas or Deathwing, neither were good people, nor did they have outdated personalities they were both self-centered individuals.

As long as they were fine, even if it meant others perishing, they would not feel a hint of guilt. What was there to feel guilty about?

"I know what you're concerned about, Malygos is also concerned. If nothing unexpected happens, I might spend the rest of my life in the Dragonblight Temple." Deathwing suddenly changed the topic he wouldn't make any promises, as that would be pointless. What was the use?

"Do you think Malygos will go insane?" Arthas also changed the topic. The conversation between the two jumped quickly, and anyone with a weak heart couldn't handle it.

"He was already insane to begin with." Deathwing mocked, "By the way, don't trust Tyrande Whisperwind she's a madwoman."

Arthas scratched his nose, "Who's that, is she pretty?"

Deathwing suddenly smiled playfully, his intentions unclear, "If you have the ability, you could even conquer her. His Royal Highness Prince, today's conversation was delightful. If you have time, we can continue at the Dragonblight Temple."

The four dragon aspects also approached, clearly not giving them a chance to continue their conversation.

Malygos began casting a spell with his abilities, it would take some time to teleport everyone to the Dragonblight Temple. While he was a powerful spellweaver, he still had to follow the rules of magic.

Two seconds later, Arthas was holding Alleria's hand, and they appeared together in a grand circular building, reminiscent of ancient Roman architecture with abundant marble and arches.

Outside was a snowy landscape, with dragons of various colors flying around this was the Dragonblight Temple!

A blue dragon over ten meters long flew into the Dragonblight Temple, transforming into a female elf with a high elf appearance after a burst of light. She was clad in cool bikini armor, seemingly a popular look among female dragon forms, providing comfort and breathability.

"Greetings, Your Majesty, and to the rest of Your Majesties."

"Thank you. I hope you will remain in this state. Don't go mad. I wouldn't want to find myself joining all the dragons against you one day," Arthas nodded cautiously.

"Oh, do you think I would end up like him?" Malygos sneered, his tone full of mockery.

"I've said it before, fate is not to be trusted. The weak believe in fate, while the strong believe in shaping their own destiny. It's up to you. I hope we won't become adversaries in the future."

Arthas was not concerned that the other party would turn violent. Dealing with these dragon kings required a lot of mystical talk and wand-waving, which actually had its market value.

Malygos fell silent for a moment, glanced at Nozdormu, who did not respond. "That day will not come. Norgannon bestowed upon me the title and honor of Archmage, and I will uphold my duty."

"Retrieve the Arcanum, prevent other races from using magic, and then cause Azeroth to collapse?"

Arthas laughed heartily and led Alleria through the portal.

As for Onyxia, she needed to stay behind to deal with matters of the Black Dragonflight. With a new king ascending, there was much to be done. She had to reorganize the Black Dragonflight, purge the corrupted members, and fulfill her duties as a Dragon Aspect. The days ahead were not going to be easy.

"Nozdormu, have you seen my future?" Malygos asked his friend.

"Yes," the Bronze Dragon King's response was simple.

"Hmph, I will not become the enemy of the entire world," Malygos replied firmly. He would never become like Deathwing, a public enemy to all!

Absolutely not!

He had to wait, wait for his wife's resurrection.

"Hmm, that portal seems off."

"It's just a random teleport, surely within the human kingdoms. Nothing to worry about," Malygos smirked mischievously, clearly up to no good, just a playful prank.