"Last time, a black dragon destroyed my farm and mine, causing me significant losses."
"For this, I sent people to search for the black dragon's tracks, and finally found them near Strahnbrad."
Sinestra was already furious enough to kill, as black dragons were few in number, and one with combat capabilities had been killed. Yet, she maintained a smile on her face.
"It was precisely the black dragon prince Arthas slew last time. My afflicted people can finally rest in peace. Thank you, Prince Arthas!"
If he hadn't known the other party was a black dragon, Arthas might have genuinely been flattered and become conceited.
Too bad, Big Tatas, I could tell at a glance that you weren't human!
Bridget's eyes gleamed with admiration; prince Arthas was actually a dragonslayer!
Oh my, this was truly the prince of her heart and dreams!
Arthas, however, shook his head, not showing any pride, but rather a solemn expression.
"There's nothing to boast about. I've read ancient texts; the black dragonflight is also one of the world's guardians. Those black dragons deserve respect."
"I found something suspicious about that black dragon, as if its mind had been corrupted."
"As far as I know, demons have the ability to twist the minds of creatures, turning them into servants."
"Coincidentally, the Blackrock Clan is summoning demons, and I find it hard not to suspect that demons enslaved that black dragon."
What demons?
Sylvanas knew from his words that he was equivocating; there were no such demons!
Her originally tense pretty face almost burst into laughter, but she forced herself to suppress it, which was quite difficult for her. This crown prince definitely had ulterior motives!
Demons?
Sinestra's face changed drastically. She had fought against The Burning Legion before; the orcs' invasion was incited by The Burning Legion.
Because it was not easy for demons to enter Azeroth; the conditions were harsh.
However, for creatures like orcs, it was much simpler. They could use the orcs for initial sweeping, weakening defensive forces.
Then, they would seize the opportunity to summon demons using treasures hidden in human kingdoms. This was The Burning Legion's strategy, but it failed.
She couldn't help but wonder if The Burning Legion had set its sights on the black dragonflight?
If so, then strategy adjustments would be needed.
"How dare they!"
Arthas glanced at her subtly, knowing that the other party had already fallen for it somewhat.
If he could trick this black dragon into his faction, it would also serve as an excellent deterrent when dealing with the undead Scourge.
The dragon race itself was uniquely blessed; even a whelp's combat power was not to be underestimated.
"There's no 'dare not'; it was The Burning Legion, composed of demons, that manipulated the orcs into invading.
They first turned the orcs' planet into a wasteland, then, driven by hunger and bloodlust, they attacked our world.
No matter what creature, they will only become sacrifices. Haha, do you know why they are called The Burning Legion?"
Arthas began to show off. Perhaps Sinestra knew, but Bridget and Sylvanas, as well as the Great Lords listening intently nearby, did not.
"Why, Prince Arthas?"
Bridget skillfully picked up the conversation, preventing the atmosphere from cooling down.
Even Sylvanas showed curiosity. Stories of the War of the Ancients were not widely circulated in Quel'Thalas.
Back then, the high elves were driven out of their homeland by their kin, the night elves, and had no choice but to travel across the sea to settle in the Eastern Kingdoms.
"Because wherever they go, it becomes ashes, with the goal of destroying worlds."
Sinestra's eyes flickered a few times. Of course, she knew about The Burning Legion; she had also participated in the War of the Ancients, and countless demons had died by her hand.
"How do you know?"
Arthas proudly raised his head, vigorously promoting himself and boosting his personal prestige.
"Because I am the crown prince of Lordaeron, Arthas Menethil!"
"Lordaeron and the Alliance shall endure forever!"
Hmm?
What was this?
Sinestra couldn't understand at all.
Bridget, however, was filled with adoration. She knelt on one knee, her right hand on her chest, and said devoutly,
"I will forever be loyal to you prince Arthas! Lordaeron shall endure forever! The Alliance shall endure forever!"
Arthas helped her up and clapped his hands.
He turned to Sinestra and smiled.
"Lordaeron is a good place. If madam wishes to invest in business, this place will certainly not let you suffer losses."
"Don't worry about the black dragon matter either. If there's an opportunity, I'll still cooperate with them. A win-win is much better than a lose-lose."
"Please excuse me. I hope you have a good time."
Arthas still had many things to do, and it was far from a time for idleness.
He went to his cheap King father and asked for a piece of land in Tirisfal Glades near the sea as his territory, claiming he wanted to learn territorial management first.
For the future crown prince wanting to do things, the old King naturally approved with both hands. He wasn't afraid of the crown prince making mistakes, only afraid of the crown prince lacking the courage to act.
Lordaeron was very rich, enough to withstand Arthas' mischievous behavior.
Late at night.
In the crown prince's bedroom, Arthas was writing furiously, drafting a territorial management plan.
The most important aspect was economic development, including how to acquire the first profit and subsequent operations.
What was lacking now was talent; trustworthy talent was hard to find.
Sylvanas had already arrived in the bedroom. Don't misunderstand, she wasn't there for that pleasant activity; she was just there for an appointment.
"As a warrior, your vigilance is too low."
"I knew you were here long ago. For you, I have unconditional trust. Sylvanas, do you believe in fate now?"
Arthas poured himself a cup of hot coffee. It was a bit bitter; even in Lordaeron, white sugar was very scarce.
Sylvanas didn't like this kind of coffee. She picked up the cup and took a sip; the feeling was very strange.
Arthas had a peculiar expression. This was the cup he had drunk from. Just picking it up and drinking it like that, did it count as an indirect kiss?
"Isn't fate predetermined from the start?"
"Haha, of course not. Fate is a rule, meant to bind others, not oneself."
"I saw my fate. Someone wants to use me, to make me a death knight, and also to destroy you, turning you into a banshee."
"I still don't know who that person is, but he has already laid out his plans. I need your help, by my side, to break this enigma together and reverse fate! Are you willing?"
Arthas seized the opportunity to grasp those special, calloused soft hands. Despite being hands that often trained with a bow, their skin was still smooth as jade. Was this an elf's talent?
Sylvanas' face flushed. She pulled her hand back and glared at him crossly.
"Just talk; what are you trying to do?"
"After the plague is resolved, I plan to propose to your king that you marry me."