The Dark Iron Dwarf, who had even moved himself with his own speech, was stunned. He had heard of the Alliance's reputation. When some Alliance Dwarves passed by, he had even inquired for information and learned that the Alliance was currently fighting the Horde. They would surely need the Dark Iron Dwarves to join them. Why did it seem like Arthas didn't care at all?
"What does Your Highness want? We have Golem Crafting. These Golems, made of Obsidian, are our best companions. They often help us mine ore. With them assisting you in battle, you will surely be invincible." Stebben continued to boast energetically about the Golem behind him, which looked like a large robot.
Whether it was made of Obsidian was unknown; that was a troop type of the Undead. But this large stone statue before him was indeed good for mining and rough labor. As for combat, it was so-so.
Don't be fooled by its large size and stone construction; any warrior could cleave it apart. Moreover, this type of stone statue moved slowly. Unless used in a large-scale group charge, it was just a living target.
"Not interested. To deal with the Sorcerer you mentioned, I'd have to deal with the Firelord underground as well. You want me to act for such a small benefit? Heh, you'll have to pay a lot more." Arthas wouldn't fall for it. Besides, he had a question: was the so-called Sorcerer dead or not?
"Then what does Your Highness want?" Stebben was having a hard time restraining his fiery temper. Most Dark Iron Dwarves were stubborn and hot-tempered. The fact that he could sit down and talk properly was already a miracle.
"I will consider this matter. It's not something that can be resolved in a day or two. After we defeat the Orcs, we will come back to deal with this." Arthas stood up and made a gesture of invitation. "Please leave. Go home and wait for news."
"Are you saying you're not going to help?" Stebben's beard bristled and his eyes widened. Was he being played for a fool? "No, I will help you, but not now." Arthas raised his index finger and wagged it. "You've all waited for so long, you won't mind waiting a little longer."
"Fine. Seeing as you're a prince, I'll reluctantly believe you." Stebben took out a dark, cylindrical object. "This is a communication firework. Just open it, and it will release a firework. When we see it, we will rendezvous with you."
"Got it." Arthas's expression was very calm, or rather, completely unruffled. He could be certain that the king of the Dark Iron Dwarves was still around. And dealing with the Dark Iron Dwarves meant dealing with Ragnaros below. If he could pull some people in to do it together, it would save him a lot of trouble and effort.
Onyxia did not return that night. It seemed she had already infiltrated the Molten Core to observe. With her Demigod strength and the racial advantages of a Black Dragon, she felt no discomfort in the nearly sixty-degree heat. The air here was thick with the smell of sulfur. If an ordinary person came here, even if they didn't die from the heat, they would die from carbon monoxide poisoning due to the poor air circulation.
Alleria and Vereesa slept together, also having to take care of the two little Whelps. Alleria felt like a mother, teasing the two Wyrmlings who were already the size of small dogs. The two sisters changed almost daily, their bodies constantly growing and their appetites gradually increasing. Artemis, being a Black Dragon, ate everything and was not picky at all. Athena, a Blue Dragon, would only eat things containing magical elements, especially the Fire Elemental Creatures that roamed outside. The more powerful Fire Elementals had a Core, which was their Core Essence and Athena's favorite food.
Arthas was still patrolling the Blackrock Clan's area. He saw some Orcs trying to tame gray-colored scorpions, the sharp stingers on their tails looking as if they were filled with potent venom.
The muscular Stable Trainer, Osana, who had a distinct, streamlined beauty, explained from the side, "Master, these are scorpions unique to this area. Their tails are highly venomous, but their attack power isn't too strong. If we can successfully tame them, they will be a good asset for us. These scorpions are treasures all over; their carapaces can also be made into weapons."
Not far away was another stable, where some Kodo Beasts were kept. Kodo Beasts resembled rhinoceroses but also had some dinosaur-like features. They were herbivores, but unlike rhinos, they would swallow their prey whole when eating. Their digestive systems were extremely powerful, capable of digesting even weapons and armor completely without getting an upset stomach.
"Are those Kodo Beasts? Can they still reproduce?" Arthas went over to the stables to have a look. They were simple but practical, just lacking much decoration. This was the Orcish style: rugged, sturdy, and durable.
"Yes, we always keep male and female Kodo Beasts in reserve. Kodo Beasts are very important to us; we will preserve the breeding stock." Just as Osana finished speaking, Arthas pinned her against the wooden fence and slapped her ass a few times.
"Lift your ass!" Arthas's voice was a little hoarse. He had just seen a pair of Kodo Beasts breeding, which was a bit like elephants mating.
"Yes, Master." Osana's heart jumped, but she didn't resist at all, silently raising her firm, pert buttocks. She exposed her large, gray labia.
This wasn't from being fucked too much, but because the skin of the Blackrock Clan was just like that. This was skin that hadn't been affected by Fel Energy. After a few teases from Arthas, it began to get a little wet.
In fact, female Orcs were similar to human women, just more robust, more muscular, and with tusks. Other than that, there was no difference.
Releasing his little brother and grabbing Osana's fleshy buttocks, Arthas thrust into her without a word!
"Ngh!" Osana felt like she was about to be torn apart. Although she was a little wet, it wasn't enough. And Arthas was so rough. Her breasts were grabbed and kneaded by his large hands, while her lower body was pumped relentlessly.
The pain of being raped gave her the illusion of being conquered, and she began to move her hips in time with Arthas's rhythm. Her vagina also began to secrete a large amount of fluid under the repeated stimulation, and the pleasure began to soar. She had never felt anything so wonderful; it was just too good.
"Do you have a husband?" Arthas suddenly asked.
"Yes!" Osana nodded, her face showing not a trace of shame. It was her natural duty to serve her master.
"From now on, only I can fuck you!" Arthas began to fuck her fiercely. The pleasure generated by his glans rubbing against her vaginal walls made it impossible for him to stop.
"Yes, Master. He won't dare to touch me, nor would he!" Osana was becoming something of a fanatic. For her master, for her faith, she would disregard everything.