Wanting to turn the tables, the Dark Iron Dwarves used Dark magic to summon the Fire Elemental Lord, Ragnaros the Firelord. They originally thought this Firelord would help them attack Ironforge, but they ended up being enslaved instead.
A volcano erupted, the earth burned, and the Dark Iron Dwarves suffered heavy casualties. The survivors were all enslaved under the Firelord's tyrannical might, forced to work diligently for his revival.
"Sounds pretty fantastical," Arthas remarked. Sometimes, comparing yourself to others was just infuriating.
"It is pretty fantastical. It's getting late, rest early. I won't see you out." Muradin also yawned and unceremoniously sent his student away. He was direct and didn't stand on ceremony.
Arthas left the Dwarven camp. Instead of going back, he went to check on the Orc encampment.
Azuka was still working hard, spreading propaganda and brainwashing the Orc prisoners. She had every captive stand up and talk about what they had encountered and what their homeland had become.
Then, she had the Orcs who had already submitted describe their treatment: no violence or discrimination, and as long as they worked hard, they could eat their fill and even marry and have children.
This kind of welfare moved the Orc prisoners. All they wanted was to live. Most of these prisoners were from the Warsong clan. The majority of the other prisoners were locked up in concentration camps, living a life worse than pigs and dogs. Forget eating their fill; ten of them might have to share two pieces of hard, tough-to-chew black bread.
This inequality inevitably led to intensified conflict within the Orcs. The weak were eliminated, and only the strong could survive. It was cruel and bloody, killing their own kind for a piece of black bread. This was their punishment.
The surrounding soldiers would only watch all this happen with cold indifference. The Orcs deserved such punishment. They had to bear the penalty for the mistakes they had made in this world, which was more painful than simply killing them.
"Master, I am taming the captured Dire wolves and Kodo Beasts. We captured a lot today," Osana said, bowing respectfully to Arthas, the cleavage between her breasts almost bottomless. After experiencing Arthas's thickness, she now found herself itching unbearably every night, longing for her master to favor her again.
"Mm, continue your work. Do a good job. In a few days, when I'm done with my business, I'll favor you properly. Do you remember what I said?" Arthas squeezed her full peaks. Female Orcs had large, elastic pectoral muscles. Truly the clan's fleshlight!
"I remember. I am forever my master's. Only my master can favor me," Osana replied respectfully, her eyes filled with fanaticism.
"Go on, get to work." Arthas waved her away. Now was not the time for his debauchery; he still had to be mindful of his image.
"Yes, Master."
Everyone was busy. Craftsmen were building the sturdy fortress walls, gathering raw materials, making watchtowers, and so on. The camp was bustling, with construction continuing even at night. The Dark Portal had not been closed, so they could not let their guard down.
In the tent, Alleria lay in a large wooden tub, her head resting on the indented edge, enjoying the wash of hot water. She squinted her eyes comfortably, the fatigue from a day of battle seeming to wash away completely.
Vereesa and Sylvanas were also soaking in the hot water in the large tub. To be able to take a bath after a battle, the feeling was simply wonderful!
"This feels so good!" Vereesa kneaded her own breasts. "Hey, I think they've gotten a little bigger again!"
Sylvanas rolled her eyes. Her own tender breasts were within the standard range, barely fitting in one hand, yet it seemed there was still room for growth. Paired with her face, such a figure was just right. Her cleavage was just submerged in the hot water, and with the ripples on the surface, a hazy, indistinct beauty was intensified. "I wonder how much longer the war will last. I feel like it's not over yet."
"It should be over for now. All of the Horde's elites are here. According to Azuka, only the old, weak, sick, and disabled are left in the Orc world. They don't pose a threat," Alleria said with her eyes narrowed, her pale hand stroking her lower abdomen. She longed to get pregnant, to carry Arthas's child and continue his family line. That would surely be interesting!
Looking at Alleria's dazed expression, even Sylvanas had to admit she was beautiful.
"Sigh, if it's over, then we might have to start crossing the Endless Sea. I wonder what the continent over there is like? Brother-in-law said there are some black and white, furry Pandaren who know a technique called Martial arts. Ooh, I really want to go see them," Vereesa said, clasping her hands together, looking like one of Arthas's little fangirls.
Since it was a foregone conclusion that they couldn't return to Quel'thalas, it was better to find something to make herself happy.
"I'm also looking forward to going over to see it, but it probably won't be so soon. There are still many things to prepare. Didn't Lirath write that he's organizing a concert? We should be able to make it when we go back, right?" Alleria also relaxed. Let her brother do whatever he liked, whether it was being a Ranger or a musician playing music, it was all up to him.
At the mention of this, Sylvanas's expression turned peculiar, her long eyelashes fluttering a few times.
"Big sister, that bastard Arthas is just exploiting Lirath, making him play music for those nobles' gatherings. Hmph, how demeaning!"
"Isn't music meant to be listened to? Besides, Lirath's performances are paid. With Arthas's recommendation, his business is very good. He can even subsidize the family now and doesn't need to ask for money anymore. I think it's great," Alleria said, opening her beautiful eyes. Seeing her fuming younger sister, she smiled, swam over, and hugged her.
"Sylvanas, I know Arthas isn't very good to you. That's also a way of showing he likes you, don't forget, he's still so young. Hehe, we'll have to work together in the future, so just put up with it. With me here, he won't dare to force you."
"He wouldn't have the guts," Sylvanas said, hugging Alleria back, her tone carrying a trace of pride and disdain. Her hand grabbed her older sister's breasts; by comparison, hers were much smaller. "Big sister, why are yours so big?"
"They get bigger from being kneaded a lot," Alleria giggled. It was true. Ever since she started making love with Arthas, her breasts would be kneaded and played with every time. After being played with so much, they naturally got bigger!