"Alright, let's get down to business. The development of the territory must continue. We are currently short on food. Eastweald, the granary of the entire Alliance, has been corrupted. We must find new channels for food production."
"Tirisfal Glades is an excellent choice. I plan to add more farmlands here to stockpile grain."
"Additionally, there's the domestication and conquest of nearby wild races. Do you have any good ideas for transforming swamps into fertile land?"
Arthas tried his best not to look at the ten food-grade items, thinking that dragons were truly open-minded.
Don't compare dragons to humans; humans aren't necessarily that noble. There's no gentleness, humility, or deference here; only might makes right.
The biggest difference between living beings and undead is the need for food.
The undead are very strange; they don't need to eat, only to absorb necromantic power to sustain themselves. This is their greatest advantage.
As for how to manage a territory, Onyxia didn't have much experience. But when it came to scheming and manipulating people's hearts, she was very adept.
Making her the Minister of Trade was the right decision. Only she could outwit those cunning green-skinned goblins.
A ton of grain cost one hundred gold coins, but those goblins, seeing the plague outbreak in Lordaeron, would dare to raise the price to even a thousand gold coins!
As long as they weren't squeezed to death, they would be squeezed to the brink of death. If they died, then so be it.
The goblins' audacity was directly proportional to the gold they could produce!
Onyxia withdrew her jade feet from the desk, her seductive smile fading, replaced by a half-smile. Her hands were crossed over her lower abdomen, exuding the elegance of a human noble, making one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.
"Prince Arthas, the reputation of our black dragonflight isn't exactly stellar, you know. Are you sure you want to cooperate with us?"
"Who knows, one day another dragon might come and scorch your territory with a dragon's Breath, destroying everything! Hehe!"
These words were not alarmist. In fact, the black dragonflight was universally reviled among the five-colored dragons, simply because they betrayed the entire dragonflight at the most crucial point during the War of the Ancients, when they were fighting against the invading demons.
The blue dragonflight was nearly wiped out, and the bronze, red, and Green dragonflights also suffered heavy losses. So, of course, they would beat the black dragonflight to death, wouldn't they?
The continuous pursuit over the past ten thousand years led to a sharp decline in the number of black dragons. They usually hid, not daring to reveal their true forms.
Once discovered, they would certainly be called upon by other dragons to be skinned and disemboweled, just like the Japanese!
"Nefarian's actions cannot be attributed to all of you. As long as you draw a clear line with him and join me in fighting against the undead Scourge, the pawns of the Burning Legion."
"With this merit, things will be easier to discuss later. Moreover, I am willing to vouch for you, ensuring that you can live openly and honestly, without needing to hide."
Bang!
It seemed to have hit a raw nerve. The black dragon princess' lair was in dark, damp, filthy swamps. Wasn't that just showing she couldn't be seen in public?
Onyxia angrily slammed the table, her eyes flashing with tangible fury. She dared not blame her father, not out of filial piety, but out of fear.
Among the five-colored dragons, the black dragons were the strongest. One-on-one, they would surely win; one-on-two, they would draw; one-on-three, they would be heavily suppressed. As for one-on-four?
If she didn't run quickly, she might as well pick a grave.
"Little prince, who do you think you are? You don't know how powerful my father is, and you don't know how troublesome those bitches in the dragonflight are!"
"You want to vouch for me? Hehe, alright, defeat me, and I'll listen to you."
"Forget being your Minister of Trade, even if you want me to bear your children, I'll listen to you, how about that!"
After speaking, Onyxia provocatively nodded slightly, her expression becoming alluring and seductive, her sleeve slipping to reveal a jade-like, warm, fragrant shoulder.
"If you lose, hehe, you'll become my slave! Do you dare to have a duel? If you win me, I'll be your woman!"
Another honey trap to test the cadres!
Which cadre could withstand such a test?
"Alright."
Arthas swore he wasn't swayed by the honey trap; it was only because Sinestra had mentioned this to him before.
Dragon history is much older than human history; human history couldn't catch up even if multiplied five or six times.
To make a dragon truly and sincerely submit and work for him, besides benefits, he also had to be able to defeat them!
With only benefits and no sufficient military deterrence, it would be like a child carrying a gold bar through a busy street; besides attracting covetousness and being robbed, there would be no better outcome, and perhaps even his life would be lost!
Onyxia had previously suggested exploiting Arthas as a slave, which showed that she didn't think much of this human prince at all.
So what if he was a human prince? She was a noble black dragon princess!
Yielding to violence without benefits was also useless. dragons hated being enslaved the most. They prided themselves as one of the most noble and ancient creatures and would absolutely not accept being enslaved by others.
Once there was an opportunity to rebel, they would surely eat their former master, hide and all.
Now, Arthas could hatch black dragon eggs and purge the corruption within them, preventing the newborn hatchlings from becoming deformed monsters. This alone was his biggest bargaining chip.
Coupled with giving Onyxia a good beating, letting her know that she shouldn't provoke him, and awe-struck by the aura of a strong individual, cooperation would then naturally follow.
The two arrived at the open ground outside, where soldiers, orcs, and farmers watched curiously.
"I heard Prince Arthas is going to duel a dragon. I wonder who will win?"
"What? A dragon! My heavens, is it the legendary dragon that can easily destroy a village?"
"Indeed. A dragon can cover a village with its outstretched wings. With such a massive physique, how can a human possibly defeat it?"
"I think it's very doubtful. Even the powerful Uther could not defeat a dragon!"
Although Arthas was their prince and their master, given the vast disparity in strength, no one truly favored him in this duel.
Jaina rushed over, her heart in her throat upon hearing that her beloved was going to duel a dragon.
"No need to worry, Prince Arthas is very powerful. No one is his match."
Sinestra still maintained her high elf noblewoman appearance, her mature, full, and voluptuous figure highlighting what true charm was.
During the Battle of Stratholme, she didn't do much, merely observing Arthas.
From the start of the plague investigation, this seemingly weak prince had been growing at an astonishing rate.
Perhaps he didn't yet possess the ability to stir up great waves or rend the earth.
But this didn't mean he was weak; on the contrary, he was terrifyingly strong!
An unknown ability, making him unbeatable in a one-on-one fight. She didn't know what it was.
Perhaps this was the so-called favor of a World Soul?
Was this power bestowed upon him by this world? That was an existence even more powerful than the Titans who blessed the dragons. What was so strange about a mortal rivaling a dragon?
Jaina nodded slightly. She naturally had full confidence in her beloved, though worry clouded her judgment.
"You seem to have a lot of confidence in Arthas?"
She somewhat suspected if there was some unspeakable secret between them. A human and a dragon, it didn't seem very harmonious, no matter how she looked at it.
Sinestra smiled and nodded, a knowing smile gracing her beautiful face.
"Yes, I strongly believe that prince Arthas can bring rebirth to the black dragonflight. I will support him unconditionally."
It wasn't because of love, but from her sixth sense.
A female's sixth sense is very mysterious; it's usually not wrong.