I play as a beast in World of Warcraft（R18）

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The two of them chatted for a long time, unconsciously talking into the late night.

Arthas had bold and somewhat imaginative ideas, such as controlling the murlocs Tribe and incorporating the murlocs under his command.

This not only ensured the safety of the coastal defense line but also allowed the murlocs to gather oceanic specialties that humans found inconvenient to collect.

Seaweed was food, but pearls were the most precious.

Azeroth's pearls couldn't be artificially cultivated many had tried but failed to sustain them.

Therefore, the price of pearls remained high as they were not only used for jewelry but also served as excellent materials for magical items.

They were highly sought-after commodities, and pearl collection often came at a great cost as the ocean was not a safe place.

One could encounter sharks, sea giants, or Naga creatures near the coast, and death in such encounters was unpredictable.

Thus, every pearl carried the blood of fishermen; such was the reality of Azeroth.

Marlan couldn't help but admire Arthas; after all, he was only fourteen years old and would turn fifteen after his birthday.

Noble children of his age were still studying, some were still learning, while many were idling away, indulging in gambling at the casino or spending time with women.

Arthas's achievements at such a young age were truly admirable.

"Your Highness, may I have some time to consider this?" Marlan asked.

"Of course, I will always welcome your arrival. Marlan, follow me, and you won't be worse off than before. Besides gaining wealth and status, you can also showcase your talents. If you join me, I will entrust my army to your command," Arthas said earnestly. Military geniuses were rare. In the Warcraft storyline, it was mostly lone heroes, with very few strategic thinkers. What he needed were strategists to maximize the effectiveness of his troops, not a scattered bunch of livestock.

Marlan nodded, saying seriously, "I will consider it."

"It's late; I should head back now. Get some rest," Arthas nodded, glancing at Marlan's mature and voluptuous figure before leaving.

"Wait," Marlan called out to Arthas, her finger hooking a strand of hair behind her ear in a seductive manner.

"Will Your Highness marry Princess Gianna?" she inquired.

"I am not a good person, nor am I faithful. If I have a significant other, there will surely be many spouses. I can't give up any of them. Becoming stronger is not just about protecting the world; I have my own thoughts," Arthas replied candidly. If a commoner said this, they would have been reprimanded long ago. But as an heir to the throne like Arthas, there was no issue. However, a Queen Consort was necessary, but how to divide them? All as Queen Consorts?

"Your Highness, you are quite straightforward. I enjoyed our conversation. I agree to your proposal, but with one condition!" Marlan stood up with a smile, seeming to have figured something out.

"What is your request? I will agree to what I can do, and if it's beyond my capabilities, I won't promise," Arthas replied, showing restraint towards the experienced mature woman.

"This request is not difficult." Marlan glanced at her sleeping niece. "I hope Your Highness will not disappoint Bridget in the future."

Arthas looked at the slumbering beauty, Bridget, and Marlan were known as two of the four beauties of the Scarlet Crusade. How could he miss out on them?

"No problem, but I have a request for you too."

"Your Highness, please go ahead," Marlan remained gentle and charming, her mature allure evident.

She was a loyal woman and also a Priest.

She was the only undead who could still wield the holy light after her transformation, a unique feat.

The holy light was antithetical to the undead for an undead to use it, they must possess immense faith.

For this reason alone, this beautiful mature woman couldn't be overlooked!

"You cannot remarry or engage in romantic relationships you must prioritize work over emotions," Arthas looked at Marlan seriously. The presence of the Priest and the holy light's favor made her more approachable.

Marlan didn't show surprise or opposition she simply smiled at Arthas, her red lips slightly parted. "Why is that? Your Highness, I want to hear the truth from you."

Arthas scratched his nose. "I like women like you, mature and elegant. My powers are unique, with clear side effects. I don't want to lie I like you, so I don't want other men to have you."

Marlan couldn't help but giggle happily. Hearing a confession from a boy younger than her own child made her somewhat proud and delighted.

Her bosom seemed to quiver slightly, and she glanced at Arthas with a mysterious and ambiguous expression.

"Your Highness, you are indeed honest. I agree to your terms. I have no intention of remarrying, no children of my own, and I will focus all my energy on work. Just take good care of Bridget. She is like a daughter to me, as her aunt, I am getting old, and young girls are more suitable for you."

Arthas swallowed nervously, looking at the mature woman in front of him, feeling a flutter in his chest.

"I will do my best, may I hug you?"

"Of course," Marlan seemed to regain her cheerful personality, only familiar people would see this side of her.

She boldly embraced Arthas, feeling his masculine scent and the heat pressing against her abdomen.

"No need to apologize," Arthas blushed.

"It's okay, it's normal for young people."

Marlan held Arthas, seemingly not resisting the bulge against her.

"Don't overthink it, I am Bridget's aunt. If you marry her in the future, I will be your aunt too. She is a good girl, unfortunately the Abidis family won't pass to her. Following you is better than being used for political marriages. She has been managing the farm and workshop since she was young, she will be a great help to you."

"I won't let her down," Arthas said, embracing Marlan tightly, feeling the fullness of the mature woman, "And you too!"

"Silly boy, I am an old woman, you will forget and grow tired of me in the future." Marlan chuckled, unbothered. Mature women are just like that, bold and unashamed.