Dragon King's Sanctum, a dark mass of dragons, enormous and powerful creatures, stared at Rhonin with eyes as bright as torches. Rhonin was acutely aware of his own insignificance and secretly encouraged himself.
Imagine the beauty of Dalaran, the gentle wife Vereesa, the unborn child, one's own ideals and ambitions, and the pursuit of magic.
In old age, I can watch the sunrise with my beloved Vereesa, surrounded by my children and grandchildren.
These are all sources of Rhonin's courage.
For some reason, a slender figure flashed through Rhonin's mind: Jaina, with her beautiful golden hair and alluring eyes, coldly staring at him.
The courage he had finally mustered vanished, sweat beaded on Rhonin's forehead, and his expression became unnatural.
"Don't be nervous," Krasus whispered to encourage him. "This isn't a trial, and we're not prisoners. Just tell us what you know."
How could Rhonin not be nervous? He was filled with anxiety and couldn't calm down.
Two enormous eyes stared intently at Rhonin, their terrifying pupils seemingly burning with raging flames.
Rhonin knew this was Neltharion, the Black Dragon King. Compared to observing him through magic, now that he was face to face, Rhonin deeply felt the terrifying pressure emanating from this monster.
It wasn't just his massive, mountain-like body, but also his terrifying insight.
The Neltharion of today is completely different from Deathwing, whose body was torn to pieces ten thousand years later. He has lost his madness and bloodlust, and gained wisdom and intelligence.
Rhonin felt that he had been seen through.
Nozdormu's face remained expressionless as he calmly stated:
"These two are distinguished guests I invited from Azeroth ten thousand years in the future. Due to the distortion of time, their insights into the future will cause time paradoxes. Don't be too curious about them. Remember, curiosity can kill a dragon."
Nozdormu glanced at the nervous Rhonin, paused, and added, "You don't need to describe the future world. No Dragonkin is allowed to ask questions without authorization. To avoid excessive disruption to time, each Dragon King is only allowed to ask one question, and they only need to answer yes or no."
Rhonin was greatly relieved after hearing this, and a weight was lifted from his heart.
The Black Dragon King was clearly very dissatisfied. "Nozdormu, you're bluffing. I don't believe that asking a few questions will have such a negative impact on time."
Nozdormu said calmly, "Neltharion, your understanding of time is far too limited. You don't understand the truth of time at all. Excessive interference with time will cause unexpected disasters, and may even lead to the annihilation of our entire race."
Alexstrasza Red Dragon Queen, saw through Nozdormu's cunning. She was secretly delighted that the Red Dragon Queen Black Dragon King been humiliated, and immediately declared, "I agree with Nozdormu's opinion. Each Dragon King will only be allowed one opportunity to ask a question; this is for the safety of Azeroth."
The other Dragon Kings nodded in agreement. Although Neltharion sensed the conspiracy, he could only abandon the plan for the time being, since Nozdormu was the only authority among the Dragon Kings in the realm of time.
The opportunity was only once, Dragon Kings were all pondering what to ask. The Red Dragon Queen was the first to ask. She first looked at Krasus, recognizing him as her consort from ten thousand years in the future, then casually glanced at Rhonin, and asked:
Did Demon Soul successfully end the Night Elf's rule? Yes or no?
The answer to this question had already been given; Krasus and Rhonin nodded almost simultaneously and replied, "Yes."
The Red Dragon Queen smiled radiantly, her Dragon, beaming with joy, seemingly about to float away. "I've finished asking my questions. Now it's your turn."
"Then what was the price?" Malygos Aspect of the Blue, asked urgently. He quickly realized his question was inappropriate and hastily corrected himself, "Has our Dragonkin paid a heavy price? Yes, or no?"
Krasus nodded expressionlessly and replied, "Yes."
Rhonin looked at the Aspect of the Blue, a hint of Mercy flashing across his face, and nodded. "Yes."
Malygos noticed Rhonin's unusual expression. He wasn't surprised by the heavy price paid; after all, war inevitably brings casualties. But what did that look of Mercy mean? Was he going to die in this war?
Malygos was filled with unease and began to have all sorts of wild thoughts.
The Red Dragon Queen smiled slightly and said, "This is the price we must pay for the continuation of our Dragonkin."
Upon hearing about the continuation of the Dragonkin, the Green Dragon Ysera understood what she needed to ask. The presence of a Red Dragon proved that the Red Dragonflight had not perished ten thousand years later, Ysera was very worried about her Green Dragonflight.
However, it would seem particularly selfish to only inquire about the safety of the Green Dragonflight, since each Dragon King only has one opportunity to ask a question, and it must be cherished. After weighing her options for a long time, Ysera asked:
Did the Five Dragonflights suffer annihilation in this war against the Night Elves?
The five Dragon Kings pricked up their ears simultaneously. To them, the casualties caused by war were a tolerable pain, but if it led to the annihilation of their race, it would not be worth it.
Krasus remained expressionless, revealing no thought, and replied, "No."
In contrast, Rhonin thought more deeply; he hesitated for a long time before answering, "No."
All the Dragonkin breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Rhonin's brief hesitation and pause made the Dragonkin present uneasy, pondering its meaning.
Seeing the Mercy in Rhonin's eyes as he looked at the Aspect of the Blue, the answer was obvious. Malygos's mood darkened further, and he almost couldn't resist turning away and leading the Blue Dragonflight to escape to Draenor Planet.
Nozdormu and Neltharion remained silent. Nozdormu squinted and politely said:
"Neltharion, I know you have the biggest concerns. I'll give you my turn to ask questions, so you can ask two."
"Okay, then I won't stand on ceremony."
Without the slightest hesitation, the Black Dragon King, having already prepared his questions, first asked, "Did Queen Azshara perish in this war? Was she or was she not?"
Krasus and Rhonin were both somewhat puzzled that Neltharion would ask such a question. Krasus, however, remained expressionless and replied, "No."
Rhonin answered naturally and without hesitation, "No."
When this news spread, the Five Dragonflights were in an uproar and began to discuss it extensively.
Queen Azshara's survival means the enemy is still alive and hasn't been completely eradicated. This is no longer a simple war; could it be a life-or-death struggle lasting ten thousand years?
The Dragonkin have discovered that Krasus is a Red Dragon, and naturally support their queen.
Rhonin's expression reveals even more information; from Rhonin natural and fluent answer, it's clear that Queen Azshara, ten thousand years later, is still living freely and happily.
If Azshara is imprisoned or exiled, suffering a fate worse than death, based on previous performance analysis, Rhonin will definitely pause for a moment.
Neltharion's face was grim. He was concerned for the safety of the Dragonkin and was very unhappy to hear this outcome. Only one question remained. After hesitating for a long time, Neltharion asked in a low voice:
"History is a rambling old man. It's not surprising that the history you've heard differs from the truth. I urge you to think carefully and make a fair judgment. Isn't what you've witnessed ten thousand years ago vastly different from historical records? Don't rush to answer; please consider it carefully."
A sinister question.
"I protest! I protest!" roared the Red Dragon Queen.