Kalimdor Continent, Eternal Night Palace, Boss Hu's private side chamber.
The atmosphere was incomparably grave. Boss Hu tapped on the table for a long while without saying a word, occasionally letting out a heavy sigh.
"Has this Titan lost the ability to speak?"
Ysondre bent down and gazed affectionately into Boss Hu's eyes as he kept his head lowered.
Seeing the glimpse of springtime spilling from within the V-necked robe, Boss Hu let out another deep sigh.
What a worry! (Censorship had forcibly altered the content.)
No one knew whose mouth had been so loose, but word had spread that the old rogue Sarodar had finally lost patience and was going to ride a dragon in the dead of night. The Azeroth public, ever fond of moral gossip, was deeply concerned.
Calling it family ethics was not exactly wrong. Dragons called Titans Father Gods, so conversely, Titans should call dragons... well... that was where the problem lay.
Boss Hu pointed at the neckline of her robe. The Blue Dragon lady immediately looked down, then let out a piercing shriek, trotted out, transformed into her Dragon form, and spread her wings as she flew away.
Kael'thas, the Sunwell Lad in Quel'Thalas, expressed great satisfaction at this. As the old saying went, fortunes turned in cycles. Even you, Titan Sarodar, had a day like this. Hahahahahah—hic.
The man who fucked dragons and the man who fucked wells could now be considered fellow sufferers. The public was extraordinarily concerned about the two brothers' nightlife—did they sleep with the original form, or the avatar form?
As for Marcus, the human paladin who fucked the heavens, the earth, and the air, he had long ceased to be news to the people of the World of Azeroth.
Even when he declared that he wanted to fuck