Rhonin raised his head, pretending to look at the top of the cave, his mind racing.
It's clear that the Dragonkin sent Krasus and Rhonin, two time travelers from ten thousand years in the future, into the Dragon King's Sanctum to demonstrate the Demon Soul's influence on the future world. Time will prove the rightness or wrongness of any major decision.
Rhonin suspected it might be Nozdormu conspiracy.
Krasus and Rhonin are witnesses to time, and predictably, their testimonies will be crucial.
Although the Demon Soul destroyed the Well of Eternity, causing immense damage to the Night Elf race, the greatest enemy of the Dragonkin, its Demon Soul effects outweighed any benefits it brought.
For example, the Blue Dragonflight was almost wiped out as a result, and it has not recovered for ten thousand years.
For example, the Red Dragonflight were enslaved by the Orcs, and the Red Dragon Queen became a breeding machine for the Orcs.
For example, Deathwing because of the Demon Soul, and Thrall almost killed him with the Demon Soul, although Rhonin has always expressed doubts about this.
If we analyze it using simple pros and cons, the Demon Soul is truly an ominous creature of the Dragonkin and should not have appeared in this world.
Rhonin looked at Krasus, their eyes met, and without a word, they had reached a consensus.
To prevent the birth of the Demon Soul.
According to Krasus's unreliable understanding of time, history can be changed, the future on the Timeline is not certain, and time is like a large net, with every node being a crossroads.
Although living beings can only live on a certain Timeline, they cannot change the future of their own Timeline.
Krasus had every reason to refuse to bring disaster to the Dragonkin in another Timeline.
Krasus's only concern was Deathwing. According to historical records, this powerful Black Dragon stubbornly advocated the necessity of forging the Demon Soul and tempted other Dragonkin to cooperate, all for his own benefit and ambition.
Krasus was merely one of the Red Dragon Queen's consorts, and the youngest of them all, so he didn't have much say in the matter.
"Why don't we observe the Dragonkin's quarrel?" Rhonin suggested. "Staying here, we don't know how the quarrel in the Dragon King's Sanctum is conducted. Perhaps we can find logical loopholes and verbally defeat Deathwing."
Krasus nodded. "That's a good idea. No wonder you're a human who once defeated Deathwing."
Rhonin was somewhat embarrassed after hearing this, his face slightly flushed, but he managed to cover it up well.
Krasus shook his head again. "But eavesdropping isn't a good idea. The Dragon King's senses are extremely sharp; we can't hide it from them."
Rhonin smiled slightly and said confidently, "We humans have invented a minor magic spell with extremely high concealment. The Dragonkin of this era are completely unfamiliar with it, and it only requires a little casting skill."
Picking up a stone, Rhonin gathered magic in his hand, and a pair of small eyes and ears appeared on the stone, blinking almost imperceptibly. Rhonin threw the stone, and it rolled forward with a gurgling sound, heading deeper into the Passageway.
The winding Passageway leads to the Dragon King's Sanctum. Along the way, there are specially set up magical barriers to shield the power of magic, but the magic on the stones is too mysterious to be detected even by the magical barriers.
The little stone easily passed through the magical barrier and slipped through the gap between the two stone doors. When the time was almost up, a circular halo appeared in Rhonin's hand, revealing the scene inside the Dragon King's Sanctum.
Krasus gazed in astonishment at the Dragonkin of all sizes within the halo. He too was an Archmage of Dalaran, yet he had never witnessed such sophisticated reconnaissance magic. He asked curiously:
"Rhonin, where did you learn this magic? I've never seen it before."
"Krasus, you are a noble Dragonkin," Rhonin explained with a smile, his face completely calm.
"This is just a little trick circulating among adventurers. Some wild mages outside of Dalaran Mastery this kind of technique. I also paid a price to learn it. It's magic that only humans can use."
"Humans are truly a race adept at creating miracles," Krasus exclaimed.
"Dragonkin are indeed simple-minded and easily deceived, even though they frequently interact with humans," Rhonin thought to himself. He didn't tell Krasus the truth; this was magic taught to him by N'Zoth, hidden deep within the Emerald Dream.
Krasus and Rhonin gazed at the Dragon King's Sanctum, when soon a loud argument erupted.
Dragon King's Sanctum, the two factions were divided. One faction was led by the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, with several of her consorts and a powerful Red Dragonflight standing behind her. The Green Dragon Ysera was clearly on the same side as the Red Dragon Queen, and the Green Dragonflight and Red Dragons were mixed together, indistinguishable from each other.
Their target was a colossal Black Dragon, the largest of the Five Dragon Kings Black Dragon King, the majestic Deathwing Neltharion.
Behind the Black Dragon King stood several of his consorts, as well as a powerful Black Dragonflight.
In terms of numbers, the Black Dragonflight is at a disadvantage, unable to match the Red Dragon and Green Dragonflight in numbers and strength. However, each Black Dragon is majestic and imposing, generally larger than the Red Dragon and Green Dragonflight, and their bodies are covered with thick Obsidian Armor.
The Blue Dragonflight and the Bronze Dragonflight stayed together, the two Dragon Kings squinting their eyes, seemingly in a state of dozing. Behind them, the numerous Blue Dragonflight Bronze Dragonflight chatted idly, scratched themselves, and rolled around and played like kittens, as if the quarrel had nothing to do with them.
"Neltharion, you coward, Imp, you shameless deserter!" The Red Dragon Queen roared, her jaws agape, like a shrew. "Neltharion, how can I make you understand the importance of the Demon Soul? In front of all the Dragonkin, tell me why you oppose the creation of the Demon Soul!"
Krasus and Rhonin were stunned. If Krasus hadn't been familiar with the Red Dragon Queen's every move and knew her unique features and changes in expression perfectly, they would have almost doubted that they were facing an illusion.
History is indeed a great lie; the one who truly oversaw the creation of the Demon Soul was actually the Red Dragon Queen.
Alexstrasza.
Thick smoke billowed from the Black Dragon King's nostrils, signifying his rage.
"I admit I'm a coward, a deserter, afraid to face the threat of the Night Elves, but I disagree with concentrating all the Dragonkin forces together; it's pointless. You don't understand true power at all. Even if we were to forge this artifact by chance, we would be no match for Queen Azshara, only fulfilling the ambitions of some dragon."
The Red Dragon Queen was furious, her eyes wide. "You're calling me an ambitious schemer? That's blatant slander! No dragon cares more about the safety of the Dragonkin than I do!"
The two Dragon Kings glared at each other, their eyes wide and their Dragon's Breath steaming, seemingly ready for a fierce battle at any moment. Then, the Green Dragon Ysera spoke in a gentle voice:
"Neltharion, you must admit that the Night Elves are a threat to the Dragonkin. Admittedly, Queen Azshara and has not done anything to us Dragonkin, but we cannot entrust the future of our race to kindness. Azshara may go mad, and a new ambitious person may replace her and raise their sword against us Dragonkin."
The Black Dragon King shook his head and said, "How could I not know this principle? That's why our Black Dragonflight made preparations three hundred years ago and opened up a new planet. Since we can't win, the Black Dragonflight chooses interstellar migration."
Malygos Aspect of the Blue, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head, and asked calmly, "Neltharion, would you be willing to share our new planet?"