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"It's just a basic requirement he said, the specifics will only be discussed once we agree to the basic terms."

Vashj shook her head, her expression somewhat complex.

If she could transform back into a Night Elf, she wouldn't refuse, but the thought of Queen still being in Naga form made her hesitate. She was undeniably loyal to Azshara.

Azshara's fingers became sharp and somewhat grey, with octopus tentacles for her lower body, giving her a very strange appearance. This visage was not what she desired women naturally have a love for beauty.

Especially at her level, immortality was a given, so she sought meaningful pursuits.

"Queen, I believe we can try to cooperate with him. Once we've used him up, it will be his end!" Vashj's tone remained firm and cold. She had no emotions for Arthas if he could be of use, she would use him, and if not, she would discard him.

Women were like this those without emotions could be used, but once emotions were involved, it was a different story.

Thud, thud, thud!

Azshara's sharp nails tapped on the specially carved crystal armrest, her amber eyes narrowing. "You are in charge of this matter. Stay by his side and keep a close watch on him for me. Make him find a way to dispel the curse, report back to me only after the curse has completely disappeared. If possible, make him submit to you, make him serve me. Do you understand?"

This was the most prudent approach. Azshara would not risk herself she couldn’t leave the Eternal Palace for long, not because she couldn't, but because she needed to stay in control here.

If she were absent for too long, N'Zoth's whispers and corruption would turn her Naga into faceless ones or servants of the other side.

This was something she absolutely would not allow. These were her people she would not abandon them.

As Queen, she knew these people were expendable, but for now, she needed them to serve her, so she couldn't let the enemy corrupt their minds.

The foundation had to be maintained. If she didn't have competent subordinates, Azshara would be left with nothing. This was a situation she didn't want to face or witness, so she would definitely prevent it.

"Yes, Queen, I will carry out your orders faithfully." Vashj bowed slightly, devoutly obedient. She was being used as a guinea pig.

But she was willing, willing to do anything for the Queen. This loyalty hadn't changed from ancient times to the present.

"As long as it doesn't affect the interests of the palace, you have the authority to handle everything else." Azshara generously granted the permission, secretly hoping that if she could return to her Night Elf form, she would once again reach the pinnacle of brilliance!

A murky wave of disturbance came, and Azshara snorted, pushing the disturbance back. It was a probing from the ancient gods, a relentless infiltration.

The whispers of the ancient gods had no effect on Azshara. If it weren't for the male footman defeating her, N'Zoth might not have been able to capture her.

Azshara, who could make even the Dragon Aspect wary, was no pushover. With the power of the Well of Eternity, Azshara was slightly inferior to Deathwing, who had obtained the Dragon Soul, just a bit.

If the power of the Well of Eternity hadn't been used to summon the Burning Legion, she wouldn't have been defeated, absolutely not! Every time she thought of this, Azshara felt particularly angry at being deceived!

So what if the other party was a Titan?

Those who dared to deceive her would have no good ending!

"Your command, my will." Vashj slowly retreated, finally leaving the palace.

She glanced at the Queen, who was pretending to sleep, her eyes showing a hint of complexity. Her heart was not without its own turmoil.

If Arthas could truly dispel the curse, she could save her sisters who, like her, had been transformed into first-generation Naga.

The next day, Arthas got up to have breakfast under Vanessa's care, looking at the smiling maid, his mood brightened for the whole day.

In the morning, he went to inspect the military camp with elder sister Calia to visit the injured soldiers.

Some disabled soldiers struggled to stand and salute him, holding no resentment towards His Royal Highness Prince but instead full of gratitude.

Arthas's gaze was complex. These wounded soldiers would receive compensation and then leave the camp to return to civilian life.

Their future might involve being bullied or living in peace.

These were valuable old soldiers, and he suddenly felt he should do something. "Elder sister, when they return home, unable to do farm work, how do you think they will live? Rely on family?"

"What do you want to do? I will support you in whatever you decide," Calia said, taking Arthas's large hand in hers, looking at her younger brother with tender eyes. She already considered him her husband.

A wife supporting her husband, isn't that normal?

"I am also thinking, I must do something."

Arthas fell silent, and at that moment, a guard came to report.

"Your Highness, we have discovered a shipwreck to the south in the sea, where some crew members have been captured. There are Goblins and humans on board, it's a Goblin trading ship," the scout reported.

"Alright, I understand. Fandral, gather a team and come with me," Arthas said, now showing some interest. The farm belonged to the Bridget family, she could take care of it herself. Marlan handled the affairs of the camp, he did not need to deal with these trivial matters. At this moment, he felt like a prince, with capable subordinates and power of his own, enjoying the feeling of commanding others.

As negotiations with the Naga were still ongoing, they had not attacked and instead retreated to the sea.

Without the Naga's influence, the murlocs would not foolishly rush ashore to fight human soldiers.

Murlocs could temporarily leave the water, but without it for a day, they would perish.

To say murlocs were weak was indeed true, but to say they were strong, their reproductive ability, with thirty fish eggs in a single litter, was a situation that even a sow would shed tears over.

Calia's expression was joyful, feeling like part of an adventure team. Despite being surrounded by soldiers, being able to leave the palace and breathe the free air made her very happy.

All of this was brought about by Arthas! Thinking this, Calia looked at her younger brother studying the map ahead, feeling an urge to mate with him on the spot and give birth to a child!

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