After the Aspect of the Blue asked the question, the Bronze Dragon Aspect Nozdormu immediately opened his eyes, awaiting the Black Dragon King's answer.
Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, snorted disdainfully, breathing Flame from his mouth and nose.
"If it were three hundred years ago, I would have been happy to share the New World with you, even if it was discovered by our Black Dragonflight alone. Unfortunately, three hundred years ago you mocked my cowardice and chose to stand by and watch."
"You could never have foreseen that the Night Elves would develop so rapidly over the past three hundred years, leaving us Dragonkin far behind. The Black Dragonflight paid a heavy price to explore new planets; countless Black Dragons perished as a result. You expect to reap the benefits for nothing, without any effort? Such a thing is impossible."
Malygos scoffed coldly, mocking, "You Black Dragonflight can run away like Imp, but you leave the invincible Night Elves to us."
Neltharion proudly raised his head. "That's right. We Black Dragonflight can migrate between stars; we already have better options. We have no intention of contributing our essence to create some kind of Demon Soul."
The hot-tempered Malygos lost his temper and roared, "Neltharion, you're courting death!"
"Come on, come on," Neltharion taunted, pointing a claw at his Obsidian Armor.
"In the process of opening up New World, we have grown stronger, acquired equipment and weapons, and mastered new magic. Malygos, what do you have to fight me with?"
Malygos glared at Neltharion. He was a mage and Spellweaver, and melee combat was not his forte. Faced with the strengthened Black Dragonflight, he had lost confidence even in his most proficient magic and was merely bluffing.
Seeing the situation was turning against them, the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza said sternly, "Don't forget the mission the Titans entrusted to us. We are the Guardians of Azeroth. Neltharion, do you intend to betray the Titans?"
"Alexstrasza," the Black Dragon King said coldly, "The rise of the Night Elf race means Azeroth no longer needs our protection. We all understand this; stop trying to justify your ambitions."
"Neltharion, you are shirking your responsibilities!" the Red Dragon Queen roared.
The Black Dragon King retorted bluntly, "Our duty is not to start a civil war."
The Red Dragon Queen, enraged beyond measure and devoid of her former elegance, bared her fangs and roared, "Neltharion, you must agree to forge the Demon Soul today, or I will swear an oath against you!"
The Black Dragon King sneered, "Alright, another challenger. Let's see what you can do to me."
Krasus witnessed all of this through magic, shook his head in disappointment. He never expected that his perfect spouse would have such an unreasonable side; she was simply an irrational shrew.
Rhonin watched the Dragonkin's quarrel with more interest. The Dragonkin, whom he had thought were noble and elegant creatures, turned out to be almost no different from human hooligans when they got angry.
Unlike the Blue Dragonflight King, the Red Aspect of the Blue Red Dragon Queen wasn't afraid of Deathwing. She reached out her claws to grab Neltharion's face, Neltharion nimbly dodged, laughing, "I don't fight mother dragons."
"You shrew, your opponent is me."
Behind Neltharion, one of his consorts rushed forward to meet the Red Dragon Queen.
This enraged many of the Red Dragon Queen's consorts. Neltharion leaped up to meet them, engaging in battle with the Queen's consorts. The Dragonkin retreated, making room for the melee between the two Dragon Kings and their consorts.
The Red Dragon Queen she faced was small in size but extremely agile, with powerful claws and teeth. The Red Dragon Queen's massive body looked like an old woman in front of her, and she was quickly beaten black and blue.
On another Battlefield, Neltharion had easily won. All of the Red Dragon Queen's consorts were knocked to the ground and piled up like haystacks, with the massive Black Dragon King Neltharion standing on top of them.
The Red Dragon Queen was quickly defeated. The black mother dragon rode on her neck, gripping her two horns and shaking her violently. The queen soon exhausted herself and lay on the ground, panting heavily.
Krasus shook his head after looking at it. The Red Dragon Queen of this era was far too fat, like a giant mountain of flesh. She should lose weight.
Fortunately, both sides exercised restraint and did not use magic, relying solely on brute force to fight.
Seeing this, Green Dragon Ysera, quickly stepped in to smooth things over, freeing the Red Dragon Queen from beneath the black mother dragon's body, and smiled gently at Neltharion:
"Our Five Dragonflights have always helped and supported each other; we are all one family. Why ruin our harmony?"
Neltharion waved his claws, jumped off the queen's consorts, and returned to his own consorts.
The Red Dragon Queen glared at the black mother dragon who had defeated her, and said relentlessly, "This isn't over. Let's fight again after I lose weight. I'll show you the power of a Dragon King."
Although the fight did not result in any injuries, it proved that both sides had broken off all pretense of civility. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, there was no need to continue the negotiations. Just as the talks were about to break down, Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect, spoke up.
Among the Five Dragon Kings, Nozdormu, who controlled time, was always considered a wise man. He calmly gazed at the Black Dragon King and slowly said:
"Neltharion, you are the strongest among the Dragonkin, and the Black Dragons are the most powerful of the Five Dragonflights. We do not possess your keen insight or broad knowledge. Although I can travel through time, I am still very uncertain about the future development of the situation. The Dragonkin needs your help."
Ysera also urged, "Yes, Neltharion, you can't just abandon us like this."
Neltharion while, he said:
"Very well, the Black Dragonflight is willing to provide you with a way out, so you don't have to confront the Night Elf race directly."
The Black Dragon King opened its mouth wide and spat out a golden ball of light. The ball of light shone brightly, and inside was a blue planet. As the view gradually zoomed in, unfamiliar oceans, land, and vast, lush forests came into view.
Neltharion extended his right claw, pointing to the planet and introducing it:
"This planet is called Draenor, a vibrant planet with similar gravity to Azeroth. Most importantly, it is not a nascent World Soul, so it will not attract the Old Gods and the Burning Legion."
"Draenor is mainly inhabited by two types of creatures: obese Ogres and muscular Orcs, who are constantly at war with each other. They are weak, do not know magic, have a high reproductive rate, and taste very delicious, so they can be used as food."
"Ogres are fatty but not greasy, perfect for braising; Orcs are all muscle, very chewy, perfect for grilling. I suggest mixing Ogres and Orcs together for consumption, or enslaving them. I originally intended to use this planet as a meat storehouse for the Black Dragonflight, but you'll benefit from it."
The obese figures of Ogres and the muscular bodies of Orcs appeared inside the sphere of light for the Dragonkin to judge. Malygos, the Aspect of the Blue, swallowed hard.
"I think this planet is quite nice. Our Blue Dragonflight is willing to move there; all we need is one continent."
Green Dragon Ysera, chimed in, "A good suggestion. We don't need to fight Azshara to the death. Azeroth has never been peaceful. Why not leave the chaos of Azeroth to the Night Elves and let them worry about it? After all, they are the most powerful, so they have to bear the responsibility of protecting Azeroth."
Nozdormu nodded. "A young planet, very stable, with immense potential."
The three-headed Dragon King gazed at the planet with great interest, while the Red Dragon Queen wore a look of disdain.