Neltharion the Black Dragon was very clever; his questions contained hidden traps.
Is history deceptive?
If Krasus and Rhonin answer "yes," then it proves that their previous four answers contained a large amount of falsehood and lost credibility.
For example, were the heavy losses suffered by the Dragonkin truly due to their battles with the Night Elves?
Even the Demon Soul's role in ending Queen Azshara's reign has become unbelievable.
Whether creating the Demon Soul makes sense cannot be determined by listening to the testimonies of these two individuals, who may have been deceived by historical lies; the matter must be re-examined.
The Red Dragon Queen immediately protested, Neltharion merely snorted dismissively, staring wide-eyed at Krasus and Rhonin.
Neltharion felt that Rhonin, being a human, was more honest, so he placed all his pressure on Krasus.
Krasus immediately broke out in a cold sweat, partly due to the pressure from the Black Dragon King, and partly due to concerns about Rhonin. He couldn't figure out Rhonin's personality; humans were just too fickle.
Rhonin seemed to have answered without hesitation, simply replying, "Yes."
Neltharion smirked, a victorious smile spreading across his face. Now he only awaited Krasus's reply.
Whatever the answer is, the Black Dragon King has won.
Krasus finally made up his mind. No matter what, he had to stand by the Queen's side and ignore what Rhonin said. So he replied, "No."
Since the man and the dragon had differing opinions, one of them must be wrong. Neltharion scoffed, "What an interesting game. One of these two is a fraud, and I think you both know very well who it is."
Krasus, the consort of the Red Dragon Queen, would naturally side with his queen, so his words are not very credible.
Most of the Dragonkin looked towards the Red Dragon Queen; now it was up to her to explain.
The Queen's expression was unpleasant as she glared at Rhonin. For some reason, the Queen felt that this human was not simple at all, and was not as innocent and guileless as he appeared on the surface.
At this moment, Nozdormu spoke, his voice as calm as ever:
"I don't think they're lying; they're just making different judgments. Krasus witnessed this history firsthand, and his understanding of history comes from his memories. Humans are a short-lived species, and we can only find answers in books, so history books inevitably contain falsehoods. One wasn't deceived by history, while the other accepted the lies in history books. That's why they have different answers. They are both honest, good children."
The Black Dragon King was taken aback; he hadn't expected Nozdormu to offer such a logical and well-reasoned explanation for the contradiction.
This was something the Black Dragon King hadn't anticipated. He secretly admired Nozdormu's wisdom, but he was even more dissatisfied with the Red Dragon Queen, who had regained her arrogance and triumph, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.
"Neltharion, do you have any more questions?" the Red Dragon Queen asked arrogantly.
Neltharion sulked, clearly unconvinced.
"A bunch of stupid idiots. The so-called Dragon King is nothing more than that."
A sudden sound came from the center of a group of Green Dragonflight. The Red Dragon Queen glared in the direction of the sound, and the Green Dragonflight and Red Dragons, who were huddled together, immediately retreated, revealing the culprit.
This was a small, Whelps, seemingly underdeveloped from birth, only the size of a horse. He carried a weapon on his back, which looked like an axe, and was carefully wrapped tightly with strips of cloth.
The Red Dragon Queen roared, "The Dragon Kings are discussing important matters here, why is Whelps interrupting? Ysera?"
At this Dragonkin Assembly, almost all members of the Five Dragonflights were present because of the Red Dragon Queen's ambition to directly achieve the goal of creating the Demon Soul, but she did not expect to be unexpectedly thwarted by the Black Dragon King.
Ysera felt utterly innocent. There were those Green Dragonflight who spoke out of turn, and she, as their Dragon King, was clearly responsible. She glared at the tiny Whelps and suddenly cried out in alarm, "He's not Dragonkin! He's a spy who infiltrated the dragonflight!"
The tiny Whelps took a few steps forward, its body trembling as it revealed its true form: the upper body of Night Elf man, and the lower body of a robust stag, a male Dryad.
"I am a traveler of time, from the same era as Krasus and the human Rhonin. Do you want to hear history? Then I will tell you, even if much of it is unsavory lies."
The Dryad sneered, glancing at Malygos Aspect of the Blue, before Nozdormu could stop him:
"The Demon Soul wiped out most of the Blue Dragonflight, nearly annihilating the entire Blue Dragonflight. It has been ten thousand years since they recovered, because the Demon Soul is in the hands of a certain schemer."
Malygos was greatly alarmed and quickly looked at the Red Dragon Queen with a wary expression.
"Lies! This is a lie!" the Red Dragon Queen roared.
"A lie, okay, I admit it might not be true. But let me tell you something I experienced firsthand. Ten thousand years later, on Draenor Sunday, green-skinned Orcs used the Demon Soul to successfully enslave you, Alexstrasza the Red Dragon, turning you into a machine for laying Dragon Eggs. The Red Dragonflight have become slaves of the Orcs."
The Dryad looked at the Red Dragon Queen with a mocking gaze. "I saw it with my own eyes, it's absolutely true."
"You're spreading rumors; you're slandering a great Dragon King."
The Red Dragon Queen was furious and was about to strike the outspoken Dryad dead, but Deathwing stopped her.
"Queen, are you nothing more than a slave to be manipulated? These filthy, savage Orcs drive you around at will, all because they possess the Demon Soul, and you are powerless to resist." The Dryad smiled, gazing at Krasus.
"Your Majesty, why not ask your loyal partner and verify with him whether I am lying?"
Krasus hesitated for a moment, then immediately regretted it. That brief hesitation proved the Dryad was right. Krasus was terrified and, without thinking, quickly explained:
"Your Majesty, I'm doing this all to support you, for the future of the Dragonkin."
The Dragon King Hall was immediately abuzz with discussion. Being enslaved by food was an utter disgrace. Just moments before, the Dragon Kings had been discussing how to cook Orcs and Ogres.
In an instant, all sorts of disdainful glances drifted over, and the entire Red Dragonflight was looked down upon.
The Red Dragon Queen was furious, but she also calmed down. What if the Dryad was telling the truth? After all, it concerned her future, and the Red Dragon Queen's feelings were extremely complicated.
The Dryad's gaze swept over the five Dragon Kings, and it spoke with measured intonation:
"History tells us that the Demon Soul destroyed the Well of Eternity, but it didn't tell you that the explosion of the Well of Eternity caused the Sundering, the continent to break apart, and countless lives to be wiped out. The Demon Soul is an ominous object in this world, bringing countless disasters. Do you still want to build it?"
The Dragon King kings fell silent, and even the Red Dragon Queen hesitated.
After a long Anjing, Nozdormu calmly explained:
"Spacetime is not equal. Some spacetime is the mainstream, while the vast majority are merely branches. Everything that happens within these branches is an illusion. We live in the mainstream spacetime, but we may also exist in multiple branch spacetimes simultaneously. Only a few powerful beings can see through the illusions and the real world. It is not surprising that you have been deceived by illusions."
The Dryad scratched its head and chuckled, "I don't know if you're kidding me, I don't understand the mysteries of time. But do you know who sent me? It was yourself! Nozdormu, your future self regrets this, you fool."