Krasus was very pleased; he was glad that Rhonin had such an attitude, although he didn't think it was a good idea to fool a Dragon King.
"How should I cooperate?" Krasus had his own ideas, but still asked curiously.
Rhonin carefully considered his words; he had to successfully fool Krasus. He spoke mysteriously:
"Do you know why Azeroth Diamonds and Primal Black Diamonds fetch such high prices? It's because merchants misled Paladins, insisting that these two types of diamonds could purify the soul, uphold moral integrity, and prevent one from falling into depravity. Unfortunately, the price was simply too high, forcing Paladins to resort to murder and robbery."
Krasus nodded regretfully. "What a pitiful tragedy."
"The merchants are deceiving people in the name of the Holy Light, and their claims are perfectly legitimate. The Paladins would rather kill than refute them."
Ronin paused, then feigned curiosity and asked, "I heard that the Red Dragon Queen and the Titan Iona have a very good relationship."
"Of course," Krasus proudly announced, "Our Queen and Eonar are like sisters, very good friends."
Rhonin suggested, "Why don't we fabricate some lies and say that forging the Demon Soul would benefit the Dragonkin? We can pretend to be acting in the name of the Titans, just like merchants pretending to be acting in the name of the Holy Light."
Krasus's eyes lit up. "Great idea!"
Upon further thought, Krasus said worriedly, "But you know, Neltharion doesn't trust me."
Rhonin feigned helplessness and remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "It seems I'll have to fool Deathwing myself. All I need to do is create an opportunity for him to be alone with Neltharion, and I think the chances of success are high."
The two had reached an agreement, and Rhonin was secretly pleased with himself, having successfully fooled Krasus.
Neltharion's Lair, the abode of the Black Dragon King.
Although they have found New World and the Black Dragonflight has started a new life, Neltharion still has feelings for Azeroth. After all, he was the Guardian appointed by the Titans and has a sense of responsibility to protect Azeroth.
He will not abandon Azeroth unless he is in the most desperate moment.
Neltharion wandered through the enormous cavern, his mind constantly in turmoil.
Azshara's Night Elves were too powerful for the Dragonkin to contend with. Azshara had sent an envoy to Neltharion to demonstrate their friendship, but he only received the envoy politely and exchanged some pleasantries, without truly accepting the Night Elves ' friendship.
Neltharion feared being enslaved or becoming a mount for the Elves, a concern likely shared by other Dragonkin. The powerful and terrifying Night Elves... Neltharion shook his head; he didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse.
Neltharion gasped for breath, exhaling a cloud of poisonous smoke. He kept thinking about the terrible things that had happened. The two messengers today were indeed from ten thousand years in the future, and they had presented a vague but incredibly terrifying future.
Ten thousand years from now, in Azeroth, will our Dragonkin still exist deep within this cave?
What exactly are the Night Elf rebels on Mount Hyjal, and the Demons of the Burning Legion, up to?
Neltharion was unsure of Azshara's true strength, but he had reason to believe that Elf rebels and the Burning Legion joined forces, they would be no match for Azshara and the Highborne.
If victory were assured, why would the proud Burning Legion join forces with others? As for the Night Elves of Mount Hyjal, having abandoned the magic of the Well of Eternity, they are nothing more than a group of Dark Trolls.
There must be some unknown conspiracy. Neltharion thought of Elune, and the faith of the Mount Hyjal Resistance, and a chill ran down his spine. He felt an inexplicable fear.
Perhaps the Red Dragon Queen knows the truth, such as the origin of the Elune.
"I must make her tell the truth, "Neltharion thought to himself, lowering his massive head as he considered his options.
Upon hearing that Krasus and Rhonin had come to visit, Neltharion immediately realized that this was a scheme by the Red Dragon Queen. These two visitors from ten thousand years in the future had already shown their faces to many Dragonkin, Neltharion could not imprison them and then torture them.
That treacherous Alexstrasza, who knows what he's up to now.
He initially intended to refuse to see the guest, but upon considering the secrets known to the Red Dragon Queen, the Black Dragon King changed his mind.
"Let them in." Neltharion hesitated for a moment, then growled in a low voice, "Wake up those lazybones; we Black Dragonflight want to give our distinguished guests a grand welcome."
Neltharion had reservations. He feared it was a conspiracy. If the two dead men had died in Neltharion's Lair, he would be unable to clear his name even if he jumped into the Lava, and would have to face questioning from the other Dragon Kings, thus losing the initiative.
The more clansmen the better, as they can serve as witnesses.
When Rhonin and Krasus entered Neltharion's Lair, they saw dozens of Black Dragons, of varying sizes, yawning incessantly, as if they had all just woken up.
Standing in the center was Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, who stared at Krasus with a gloomy expression.
"Red Dragon, whose orders have you come on?"
A private visit is not like Dragonkin convention. Without the Red Dragon Queen's backing, Krasus hurriedly put on a fawning expression. At this moment, he was in Dragon form, a Dragon with the corners of its mouth trying hard to turn upwards, which looked somewhat comical.
Rhonin forced back his laughter, trying his best not to look the Black Dragon King in the eye. He stared directly at the Black Dragon King's shiny black forepaws, the sharp claws leaving marks on the hard rock.
"The noble and great Black Dragon King."
Krasus's mouth was as sweet as honey, and he spoke with flattery:
"You are the pride of the Dragonkin, the great Guardian of Azeroth. Your majestic form is the backbone of the world, and your heart is as vast as the ocean. I, leading the human race Rhonin, have come to apologize to you. If I have offended you in the Dragon King's Sanctum, please forgive the rudeness of a mere Red Dragon."
Neltharion's fierce face softened considerably, and his icy voice gained a touch of warmth. "Krasus, I accept your sincerity. If your apology is all you've got, you've already accomplished your mission perfectly."
This felt like he was being asked to leave. Krasus felt particularly disappointed and quickly said, "Your Excellency and Great Black Dragon King, if you can accept my apology, please allow me to recount the world ten thousand years from now."
Neltharion fell silent, hesitating whether to trust a Red Dragon.
"Azeroth ten thousand years from now is not peaceful." Neltharion took the initiative, befitting the noble status of a Dragon King: "I smell the heavy stench of blood on you. That world must be filled with slaughter, won't it?"
Krasus nodded helplessly, responding passively; he found the feeling of being led by the nose unpleasant.
"In a chaotic world, creatures will do anything to survive; morality and conscience become irrelevant. To live, their mouths will be full of lies."
A sinister grin spread across Neltharion's menacing face. "So I won't believe you, Krasus. Although I'm very interested in the world ten thousand years from now, I refuse to accept it. You can try to convince me in other ways."
"The cunning Black Dragon King."
Krasus cursed inwardly.
He had already prepared a clever lie, a masterpiece of several Red Dragon sages, guaranteed to entice Neltharion.
However, the Black Dragon King restrained his curiosity, leaving Krasus with no way to attack and leaving him with no choice but to rely on Rhonin.
Rhonin continued to scrutinize Neltharion claws:
"Your Excellency Black Dragon King, do you truly understand yourself?"