"I want you to release that Black Dragon. In exchange, this Bronze Dragon is yours," Deren named his price.
The old orc frowned and objected, "Impossible. I want both dragons. With three female dragons, I can obtain even more dragon eggs for research. I'll have to order more automated female dragon egg-laying assembly lines." At the thought of that wonderful future, a surge of excitement welled up in Zuluhed's heart—three female dragons!
Deren continued, "Then I'll have the Bronze Dragon teleport away, so you'll never get her." He was just spouting nonsense to disrupt the other man's thoughts.
Sure enough, the moment Zuluhed heard that Deren intended to let the Bronze Dragon go, he became anxious as well and shouted, "Everything is negotiable! I need these three female dragons. You can name any other conditions you want."
After saying that, he secretly made a gesture toward Eludak, the Faceless Ones general behind him, preparing to have him launch a surprise attack while the enemy was off guard.
Then he began recklessly agreeing to terms. "Anything you can name—money, spells, status, or even breeding rights with female dragons—I can give it to you. Human, this is a rare opportunity. Your fate will change because of this choice."
"Blegh!" Deren nearly threw up. It seemed this old bastard had truly done plenty of utterly disgusting things to the dragons he had captured. But thinking back, Deren himself did not seem entirely clean either. No, that was different. It could not be compared.
Then he thought of Alexstrasza, who had once fallen into this man's hands. Could she have also been—
He did not dare think any further. Otherwise, the next time he saw the Red Dragon Queen, he would have some very unpleasant associations.
He cleared his throat and said directly, "I