A familiar tentacle appeared before Rhonin; N'Zoth had entered Rhonin's dream with the Nightmare power.
The tentacle stopped beside Jaina, revealing an eye that carefully examined the woman.
With her slender figure, Jaina looked even more elegant and charming in a black dress, exuding both style and allure.
"I have to admit, she's a very attractive woman; she's deeply drawing you in," N'Zoth teased.
Because of N'Zoth's interference, Rhonin's main consciousness gradually regained its senses and Pain Suppression the subconscious that constituted the dream.
The people and scenery around him gradually blurred, eventually turning into Void, but strangely, he did not wake up, remaining in a lucid dream.
N'Zoth warned with a hint of sarcasm, "Dreams are a manifestation of the subconscious. Deep within your subconscious, you are aware that Jaina is a threat. Beauty is a venomous snake; beware of her fangs."
Rhonin frowned, shook his head, and said, "I don't understand."
N'Zoth's voice echoed in Rhonin's ears:
"In real life, you are attracted to Jaina's appearance, temperament, and knowledge, which cloud your judgment and makes you temporarily ignore the danger Jaina poses, just like an insect attracted to a beautiful flower and forgetting that it is a terrifying pitcher plant. But your subconscious is aware of Jaina's danger and can only point it out in your dreams."
As the Nightmare power activated, black and red lines appeared in the sky, and the previously blurred world became clear again. Rhonin looked at Jaina in surprise and found her even more attractive.
"This is a dream, a false illusion formed by your consciousness." N'Zoth's voice carried a hint of seduction. "Rhonin, you can do whatever you want to her. Once you have her, you won't be so obsessed. What you have for her isn't love, but merely the conquering desires of a male creature."
Rhonin shook his head awkwardly. "Let's forget about it."
He certainly didn't want anything to happen between himself and the woman he secretly loved at his own funeral.
"Rhonin, you must always stay rational." N'Zoth asked with interest, "What are those foolish reptiles plotting in the Dragon King's Sanctum? I have a feeling they're up to something."
N'Zoth was Rhonin's only protector; otherwise, he would have been completely isolated in this era.
Rhonin didn't hide anything and recounted everything that happened at the Dragon King Assembly in detail, including how he dealt with it, the attitude and reaction of each Dragon King, without missing any details.
N'Zoth pondered for a long time before offering his assessment of the five Dragon Kings: "Nozdormu is as cunning as ever, fond of playing the role of a charlatan and creating mystique. He doesn't understand the true meaning of time at all."
"Neltharion is good, I have high hopes for him, second only to Queen Azshara in my heart. The Black Dragonflight had the opportunity to achieve the same success as the Night Elves, but they were constrained and bound. Escaping Azeroth was a wise choice, but it did not solve the problem at its root."
"Ysera and Malygos are two Imp. They only care about their own people. They are short-sighted and typical opportunists. They are unlikely to achieve great things. In the years to come, the Green Dragonflight and Blue Dragonflight will probably not have an easy time."
"The Red Dragon Queen is ambitious because she possesses many secrets. Eonar, the consort of the Titans leader Aman'Thul, a female Titans entering menopause, once kept Alexstrasza as a pet. Sometimes people like to complain and confide in their pets, and Titans are no exception. Alexstrasza knows many secrets about the Titans, but unfortunately, she lacks the wisdom and courage to match her ambition."
After finishing his assessment, N'Zoth's tentacle sprouted an eye, which looked at Rhonin and said:
"No pain, no gain. Without enough bait, the lovely Red Dragon won't take the bait. Your next task is to persuade Neltharion to forge the Demon Soul and gain the Red Dragon Queen's trust. I hope you can extract the secrets about the Titans from her; it concerns the entirety of Azeroth."
"This approach is doomed to fail," Rhonin said, looking troubled. "Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, will not accept it; his stance is extremely firm."
"He has to accept it," N'Zoth explained with great confidence.
"For the Black Dragons to have a future, they must break free from their shackles. You must make Neltharion understand that the power of the Dragon Aspects bestowed by the Titans is actually a seemingly delicious poison that hinders the evolution of the Dragonkin. If the Dragonkin want a future, they must first contribute their essence to loosen the power of the Dragon Aspects within them, and then find a way to completely get rid of it and unleash their potential. Forging Demon Soul is not so easy; this may be the only chance to break free from the power of the Dragon Aspects."
Rhonin shook his head. "But I am just a lowly human, how could Neltharion believe me?"
"That's right, even you wouldn't believe something like this," N'Zoth said after thinking for a long time, sounding uncertain.
"No lie can compare to the truth. Tell Neltharion that it was my guidance, derived from the wisdom of an Old Gods."
Would Neltharion believe in an Old Gods? Rhonin couldn't figure it out. Could it be that the rumors of Neltharion being bewitched by Old Gods were not unfounded? Rhonin never imagined that he would have the opportunity to play a key role in it.
When Rhonin woke up, he saw a pair of torch-like eyes hanging in the air.
These are the eyes of a Red Dragon.
Krasus, the Red Dragon, transformed back into his Dragon form. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time; his body was outside, only his head protruding through the window. Seeing Rhonin awaken, Krasus spoke in a deep, rumbling voice:
"The Queen has ordered us to head to Neltharion's Lair. You should come with me; after all, the Black Dragon King trusts you more."
It was clear that Krasus harbored some resentment and was dissatisfied with Rhonin's performance in the Dragon King's Sanctum. Of course, out of mutual respect, he did not force Rhonin to persuade the Black Dragon King.
Rhonin nodded with a wry smile. He hadn't expected the opportunity to come so quickly. The Old Gods N'Zoth had anticipated the Red Dragon Queen's reaction.
Climbing onto Krasus's back, Krasus spread his wings and flew towards the distant Neltharion's Lair. The ancient landmass was vast, and flying alone was not enough; they had to pass through several Portals along the way to shorten the journey.
Rhonin knew that to persuade Neltharion, he had to create an opportunity to be alone with Neltharion, otherwise he would expose his relationship with N'Zoth.
Sitting atop the dragon's back, Rhonin pondered his plan: how to avert Krasus's suspicion. He tentatively said:
"Krasus, I have a plan that might persuade Deathwing. You've lived among us humans for many years; you should know that we humans possess a skill for deception that other races lack, even the cunning Goblins cannot match."
Krasus shook his head. "You mean bluffing and making up stories?"
Rhonin smiled faintly, "When it comes to making up baseless stories and fabricating tales, we humans are absolutely the best. We can sell useless Azeroth Diamonds and Primal Black Diamonds for exorbitant prices, and that's a perfect example."
Krasus disagreed. "Both Azeroth Diamonds and Primal Black Diamonds are essential for Paladins."
"Haha, Krasus, you've fallen for it," Rhonin laughed. "Without these two types of diamonds, will the Paladins ' combat strength be affected?"
Krasus replied, "No effect," then suddenly realized, "Indeed, I've been fooled too."
Rhonin said seriously, "Krasus, I need your cooperation. Let's work together to fool Deathwing."