"If even those southern barbarian beasts can have it, why can't I?" Arthas was unconcerned by the other's rage. Here, Deathwing dared not act; should he make a move, it would attract the attention of the other Guardian Dragons.
If he did not want to court trouble, he absolutely would not act. Sure enough, under Deathwing's warning gaze, Nefarian let out a grunt, seemingly suppressing his anger. "Fine, I'll bet on it. Where are your notes?"
"We'll talk after you win, heh, get your drake mount ready, I want it soon. Do you know what the Shadowlands are?" Arthas did not mind using the Warden as bait to attract attention. Currently, the barrier between life and death was quite solid; no one could traverse it at will.
(TN: I wish I didn't know the Shadowlands)
"Shadowlands?" Deathwing and his children fell silent for a moment. They knew about the Broken Isles, the Abyssal Maw, and the Throne of the Storm, but they did not know about the Shadowlands.
"After everything dies, the souls are escorted to the Shadowlands by a messenger, where the Arbiter judges their memories. War-like souls go to Maldraxxus, Wild Gods and nature souls go to Ardenweald, while souls that are extremely sinful yet still redeemable, like you," Arthas pointed at Nefarian, "are sent back to Revendreth to receive punishment and await the cleansing of their sins."
"And what else?" Deathwing couldn't help but ask, which surprised Onyxia. Her father had always been brutal and composed; how could he be so flustered?
"Souls that cannot be redeemed are thrown into the Maw, eternally tormented until their consciousness dissipates; that is their punishment. As for me, most Paladins go to the Bastion, and the messengers guiding souls to the Shadowlands come from the Bastion. You might be wondering how I know this, right?" Arthas smiled mysteriously.
Deathwing, Onyxia, and Nefarian, the three dragons nodded in unison, not fully able to stop themselves.
"Because I've seen it!" Arthas said teasingly.
"What! Aren't you still alive?" Onyxia exclaimed, her expression one of disbelief.
"Can living people not see it? Even the Guardian Dragons can become world destroyers, a sow can climb a tree, and a rooster can place an order. Do they need your approval for all that?" Arthas's expression was playful; it made people both infuriated and profoundly shocked. (TN: Gave up trying to figure these out)
For two seconds, Deathwing stared at Arthas and pressed, "How can you prove it?"
"Exactly, how can you prove it? Who knows if you're lying to us!" Nefarian shouted after finally reacting. The atmosphere seemed to turn a bit chilling; after all, was proving this truth really going to require them to commit suicide?
Life only occurs once; any talk of resurrection is nonsense. Onyxia initially thought Arthas might be flustered, but to her surprise, this human prince remained so poised and elegant, even carrying a hint of mockery? Why! For the first time, she felt anger; how dare he mock her, a dragon that could live nearly forever, while humans like him lived only for a century?
"First, you can go find Helya in the Maw of Storms; she has crossed into the Shadowlands. Second, if you can encounter Odin in the Hall of Valor, ask him, he surely knows too; he lost his eyes by trading with the Shadowlands. Third, well, dying once will allow you to enter the Shadowlands." Arthas did not tell the complete truth; nine parts truth and one part lie are the hardest to expose.
(TN: I know its Odyn but it kept changing it so I left it)
Deathwing's pupils suddenly widened, as if realizing something terrifying. His voice became extremely hoarse, and he emanated a dangerous feeling towards Arthas.
The surrounding temperature grew scorching hot due to the aura, as if trying to roast people alive. "Your Highness, you seem to know a little too much."
A burst of holy light erupted from Arthas, isolating the heat outside. "It's nothing; although I don't know who you are, your strength is formidable. I don't care who you are, as long as you don't disrupt the Alliance, I won't mind you. After all, I've seen too many different types of dragons."
Onyxia remained vigilant, while Nefarian had already assumed a combat stance, flames erupting from his body. "What a pity, Your Highness." It seemed he had long wanted to take down Arthas, causing him to suffer a setback!
Slap! Nefarian was knocked away with a slap, crashing into two tables before finally stopping.
What left him dazed was that it wasn't Arthas who made the move, but his father, Deathwing. Both siblings harbored a deep-seated fear of Deathwing, their father, who had become exceptionally ruthless; if it weren't for the lack of options, they would never have boarded the pirate ship.
"Who allowed you to treat His Highness this way! Go get your wager for His Highness! Katrana, go bring out the red wine from my collection; I want to have a couple of drinks with the prince. I apologize, Your Highness, for my failure as a parent."
Arthas sighed in relief; if a real fight broke out, he wouldn't even be able to break a toe of Deathwing's.
The gap between their strengths was too vast; he could only pretend to be a mysterious big shot without Deathwing's understanding to have any chance of surviving.
"No need to be formal, Duke; feel free to express your intentions. We can help each other; strength does not always dictate the outcome. If it were really to be determined by strength, the Orcish army would be lining up for their throats to be cut."
"Oh, I wonder what His Highness desires?" Deathwing's eyes flickered several times.
He couldn't meet Odin, but seeing Helya was still possible. Odin did not look kindly on any Guardian Dragons; if he went, he might end up with broken bones.
Don't think the Earth Warder was all that impressive; there were plenty of beings who could deal with him. "The southern orcs have a branch called the Dragonmaw Clan that has obtained a treasure forged by dragons from ancient times. I want that treasure; can you help me, Your Grace?" Arthas said lightly, just as Onyxia walked in with two bottles of red wine.
Her graceful waist showcased what elegance looked like, and her graceful movements displayed what sensuality meant, particularly when an accidental smile caused Arthas's heart to race, as she was an irresistible temptation.