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Ashenvale, front line.

The Orcs and elves finished exchanging prisoners in just one morning. The elves gained nearly a thousand fighters, while the Orcs received tens of thousands of gold coins to buy supplies. It was impossible to say who had lost out or who had benefited. Only the final victor would be qualified to say.

Watching the transaction between both sides conclude, Deren lost interest in watching any longer. Besides, the Orcs' axe troops were nothing special anyway.

"Darling, we gained quite a lot this time!" Black Dragon said happily.

"As long as Oni is happy!" It was rare for Deren to openly show his relationship with his Black Dragon Companion in front of everyone, and he felt rather emotional. Back then, he had cautiously kept a low profile and hidden his identity, never daring to show himself openly. But now, it seemed there was no one in Azeroth who could make him remain cautious and low-key. He had already killed one Old God, subdued another, and the last one would be dealt with sooner or later. As for dragons, aside from his Black Dragon Companion and the Bronze Dragon Chromie,

the Red Dragons treated him with utmost respect, while the Blue Dragons had already sent two female dragons right to his door, their intentions written all over their faces. As for Titan creations, Ulduar had already been destroyed through the Burning Legion's hands. The other places could not stir up much trouble. The Horde was already setting like the sun and had long declined. Among the various elven races, whether queen or priestess, all of them had something they needed from him. Over in the Alliance, Varian was one of his own.

Good heavens, Deren realized that he had become Azeroth's hidden overlord. The Legion and the Titans