Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, kept his eyes fixed on Alexstrasza; the Red Dragon Queen's behavior was beyond his expectations.
He had assumed that after revealing Draenor Planet, the Red Dragon Queen would be the most enthusiastic, scheming to seize Draenor's most fertile land, and then Neltharion would offer some taunts to vent his anger.
Strangely, Alexstrasza merely wore a disdainful expression, a mocking glint in her eyes, regarding the actions of the other three Dragon King as utterly ridiculous.
Malygos, the Aspect of the Blue, first lamented, "It's a pity this planet lacks Ley Line, but that can be resolved."
Green Dragon Ysera, also said with regret, "This planet has no Emerald Dream. We Green Dragonflight must abandon our secluded dragon lifestyle and face the cruel and boring reality. I will definitely miss the Emerald Dream."
Nozdormu said worriedly, "I wonder if my time manipulation abilities will be usable in Draenor."
The three Dragon Kings envisioned life after interstellar migration, filled with both hopeful anticipation and the helplessness of having to give up certain things.
The Red Dragon Queen looked down at the three-headed Dragon King and finally couldn't help but sneer, "What a laughable act. You have no idea what the real reason is for creating the Demon Soul."
Neltharion gasped, sensing the unusual tone in the Queen's voice, and asked with a stern face, "Alexstrasza, what do you know?"
The other three Dragon Kings looked at the Red Dragon Queen with bewildered expressions.
Neltharion stepped forward, staring coldly at the Red Dragon Queen: "You're hiding something from us, aren't you?"
The Red Dragon Queen, slightly smug, said in a low voice, "I'm just not as foolish as you. When the Titans bestowed power upon us, you were busy familiarizing yourselves with your powerful abilities and rejoicing in your growing strength, but I had my doubts. Eonar, the Guardian of Order and protector of life, once complained to me, though unintentionally."
Neltharion realized that the Red Dragon Queen wasn't just bluffing; perhaps she really did know something. Eonar was a Titans, the consort of Highfather Aman'Thul of the Pantheon, and one of the core figures of the Titans.
"What do you know?" Neltharion asked again.
"Neltharion, it seems you've also noticed something amiss." The Red Dragon Queen narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of smugness in her expression. "Eonar once complained that Azeroth is a cage, and we Dragonkin are merely the jailers within."
"A cage? What does that mean?" Malygos asked, puzzled.
Neltharion gazed at the cave ceiling and explained, "The Titans left a defense on Azeroth, preventing powerful beings from outer space from directly descending upon Azeroth; they can only enter through Portals and Spatial Rifts."
Ysera stared innocently with her big eyes. "It's no secret, we all know that."
Neltharion shook his head, his gaze strange, and said in a cold voice:
"This defense is not only for external forces, but also for internal ones. I once flew high into the sky, trying to look at the stars and glimpse the mysteries of the two moons, but I was stopped by an unbreakable barrier."
Nozdormu opened his eyes, suddenly realizing, "No wonder! I've always wondered why Queen Azshara, with her immense magical power, couldn't uncover Elune's secrets."
"But what does this have to do with us?" Ysera asked, puzzled. "Entering Draenor is as simple as passing through Spatial Rift. Whether Azeroth is a cage or a trap, it has nothing to do with us Dragonkin anymore."
The Red Dragon Queen patted Ysera on the head, turned to look at the multitude of Dragonkin, and sneered:
"Don't harbor any illusions, and don't be blindly optimistic. Do you think you're safe just because you've escaped Azeroth? The time isn't right yet. When the Night Elf race explore the stars, even if we escape to the edge of the universe, Queen Azshara will find us and extract our essence. Because we are the only key to escaping the Azeroth."
Exploring the stars means building enormous spacecraft.
By then, the unstable Spatial Rifts would no longer be sufficient to meet their needs. Night Elf race wanted to break through the Titans' planetary defense system, they could only try to find a way out from the Titans' remaining Guardians, the Dragonkin.
This is the Destiny that the Dragonkin has already been destined for.
"Oh my god, is this true?" Ysera said sadly, her face crestfallen. "I just wanted to sleep in the Emerald Dream and dream forever. How could there be such danger? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Neltharion fell into deep thought, Nozdormu remained expressionless, but his slightly trembling body betrayed his thoughts, while Malygos wore a look of fear and breathed heavily.
The numerous Dragonkin in the cave were discussing it amongst themselves, and all of Dragonkin felt fear and unease.
"Do you understand now?" The Red Dragon Queen's voice drowned out the Dragonkin's murmurs, "Consecration your essence is for your own good. From now on, you will no longer have to worry about being targeted by the Night Elves."
In the cave nearby, Krasus and Rhonin exchanged glances. The truth revealed by the Red Dragon Queen was truly terrifying. After a long silence, Krasus said, "The Queen didn't lie. I know her."
"There is indeed a barrier in Azeroth," Rhonin said cautiously. "A school of thought in Dalaran once researched it, but Antonidas stopped them. It's a terrifying forbidden zone."
Krasus frowned deeply, gritted his teeth, and said, "So, forging the Demon Soul is absolutely necessary?"
Rhonin reluctantly nodded. "If history hasn't lied, then we must forge the Demon Soul. The Demon Soul destroyed the Well of Eternity, ending the Night Elves ' super civilization. Only in this way can we preserve the Dragonkin."
Then, Rhonin looked directly into Krasus's eyes and said cautiously:
"But if we consider Azeroth as a whole, the Night Elf race have unlimited potential and a promising future, so perhaps we shouldn't extinguish that hope."
"No, no." Krasus shook his head vigorously. "Without us Dragonkin, Azeroth would lose its meaning. Life is selfish; I must consider the survival of my race. Rhonin, you must understand me."
"I understand." Rhonin felt conflicted; his mood had never been so heavy.
Krasus breathed a sigh of relief, "Rhonin, get ready, it might be our turn soon."
Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, offered a different opinion, saying uncertainly:
"Perhaps we shouldn't have such worries. Queen Azshara and her Highborne created magic beyond imagination, always exceeding our expectations. Don't assume that the planetary defenses left by the Titans are impenetrable."
"Yes, yes!" Ysera's worry turned to joy. "Queen Azshara is so powerful, I believe she has a way to break through the planet's defense system and may not need to slaughter our Dragonkin."
The Red Dragon Queen scoffed, "Naive idea. Don't entrust the survival of your people to the mercy of your enemies. If there were a more convenient key, why would the Night Elves have to forcibly tear down the high walls?"
Nozdormu took a deep breath and whispered:
"Arguing is pointless. Let time guide us correctly. I've used a slight loophole in time to send two lives from ten thousand years ago—one Dragonkin, the other a human. Let's hear what they have to say."
The moment that would decide the Destiny of the Dragonkin had arrived, and Krasus and Rhonin were both ready.