Arthas quietly listened to the entire conversation, and after the goblin left, he continued to track him.
He finally found that the goblin had arrived at a secret room to rest, and only after confirming that no one was around did he activate a magical emblem to talk to the person on the other end.
The voice was deep and resonant, and seeing the goblin grit his teeth and call him 'Master,' the identity of this fellow was almost revealed!
Deathwing Neltharion!
From the sound of it, it seemed to be for the purpose of stealing dragon eggs?
And these were dragon eggs cultivated by red dragon queen Alexstrasza. dragon eggs also have different grades; the best ones can hatch into immensely powerful whelps, which will become the main force of The Legion when they grow up.
Deathwing's target was not the red dragon queen, but the dragon eggs she laid!
Hearing this, Arthas subtly glanced at the red dragon queen; wasn't this like stealing her own children?
Could she tolerate this?
The goblin was still whispering, talking about humans, emblems, breaking magic, and so on.
Of course, there were also curses directed at Deathwing. Judging by his demeanor, it seemed that being enslaved by Deathwing was not satisfying for the greedy goblin.
To put it bluntly, the money offered was too little, so much so that the goblin, disregarding the power difference between them, began to plot a betrayal.
He must have found a way to break the demon soul, and could even use this method to turn against Deathwing?
Interesting!
A plan gradually formed in his mind. Perhaps the 'small team' mentioned was composed of the human mage Rhonin, the high elf ranger Vereesa, and the dwarven warrior Falstad.
Perhaps, taking advantage of this window of time, he should quickly become a dragon Rider a few times; once the rescue mission was complete, he probably wouldn't have this opportunity.
He had to stand up and push! After all, the red dragon queen's recovery ability was strong, terrifyingly strong!
'Side Quest Updated: The End of the dragon Age'
'Quest Content: Seize the demon soul, destroy its seal, defeat Deathwing.'
'Quest Reward: Increased attack range.'
Seeing the sudden side quest, Arthas fell into contemplation. Did this mean that the red dragon queen could no longer bestow eternal life?
It was a bit strange, but thinking about it, this power came from the Titans of the Pantheon and was a non-renewable resource.
A little less with each use, otherwise she wouldn't have reverted to an ordinary red dragon after exhausting all her protective power.
Although she was still formidable, the miraculous ability to bless a race with eternal life and immunity to disease was gone forever.
Even her lifespan would become finite, instantly transforming her from a top-tier combatant to a mid-tier one. There would inevitably be a drop, and it remained to be seen if she could endure it.
With time running out, Arthas quickly downed the perch soup and roasted whole lamb, replenishing his depleted energy.
"Hey, queen, time to get up and fulfill your spousal duties!"
Alexstrasza was stunned by the words, then laughed in exasperation. What was this?
The tables had turned; he had laughed at her before, and now he was mocking her in return?
This was outrageous! If she didn't teach him a lesson, he wouldn't know his place; she was the queen!
Meanwhile, several hundred miles away from Grim Batol.
Vereesa led a small team to this location, avoiding the orcs training on red dragons in the sky, and quietly approached the old dwarven castle.
All of this was being watched by a pair of hidden, unseen eyes; Deathwing had been keeping an eye on them.
Because he had been corrupted by the power of the Old Gods, there were no longer any purebred black dragons.
Even his two children, his son Nefarian and daughter Onyxia, were not purebred black dragons; their genes contained the corrupting power of the Old Gods.
If left unchecked, this power of the Old Gods would gradually consume them, eventually turning them into puppets of the Old Gods.
The same was true for black dragon eggs; not only was the hatching rate incredibly low, but even if they successfully hatched, they would be corrupted whelps.
Not only were they unable to reproduce, but their potential was also clear at a glance, not even reaching the strength of an adult red dragon.
Coupled with the constant pursuit and hunting of black dragons, who dared not show their faces, their numbers became increasingly scarce.
This time, he was after red dragon queen Alexstrasza's dragon eggs, to find the most promising ones and transform them into black dragons!
As the new representatives of the black dragons, they would prevent the black dragons from going extinct.
This idea was very good, perhaps even too good, both crazy and incredible.
How could a red dragon egg be transformed into a black dragon?
This was a joke!
But Deathwing must have been fully prepared to do this.
Unable to approach the red dragon queen directly, he could only use this circuitous method, and most importantly,
He couldn't let the red dragon queen discover that he was the thief stealing the dragon eggs, otherwise, even if he wasn't afraid of her, it would lead to endless trouble.
When not absolutely necessary, Deathwing did not want to provoke her; he couldn't afford to!
"Rhonin, are you sure this is the right direction?"
Vereesa felt a bit disoriented; she felt like she had been to this place before, with a familiar scent in the air.
But she couldn't recall it for a while. Appearing here inexplicably, she only remembered her mission was to escort a mage to the abandoned Wildhammer dwarf capital, Grim Batol.
Due to historical issues, residual dark magic lingered there, making it unsuitable for habitation, which led to its abandonment.
At this moment, Rhonin was staring at a unique emblem, using it to guide his way forward.
Previously, he had accidentally killed a comrade with his spellcasting, feeling immense guilt and being disliked by the mages of Dalaran, becoming an outcast.
Every time he went on a mission, his teammates would suffer greatly, or even die.
This mission was also to prove his own strength.
"That's right, it's just ahead; the direction is very clear."
"But we need to find a way to cross this swamp."
A large muddy swamp appeared ahead. Experienced adventurers knew that such swamps were very dangerous; people who entered could not get out.
Deep in the swamp, even mages found it difficult to teleport.
Not to mention the lurking venomous insects and fierce beasts; a single bite could cause fatal poisoning.
Without the ability to fly, and with their flying griffons shot down, getting across seemed very difficult.
The lurking Deathwing did not offer help, as that would expose him, and he also wanted to see what methods this small team had.
Soon, Vereesa, who was scouting around, found a dwarven settlement.
After stating their purpose and helping them repel the invading orcs, these grateful dwarves agreed to send a guide to take them to Grim Batol.
That muddy swamp swallowed many creatures every year, but the local Hill dwarves used boats to clear a path and had unique methods to repel the venomous insects and fierce beasts within, safely guiding the three-person team through the swamp with no major incidents.