Deren had no choice but to frantically make excuses for Ragnaros: "Now Deathwing is carrying out some kind of conspiracy with the help of Ragnaros. This is the most likely conspiracy at hand! We must find him first and prevent the chaos he may cause. Of course, I personally have a kidnapping account with him that we need to settle!"
He tried to bring the topic back to relatively "immediate" and "personal" troubles.
Alexstrasza took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down, but the determination in his eyes did not diminish at all. "You are right, Ragnaros---- and the "guidance" he claimed from Deathwing are threats that must be paid attention to at the moment." She resumed He sat down, but his eyes were still locked on Deren, "But by investigating Neltharion's laboratory, we may be able to find clues related to this, and even confirm your guess. I--I want to go there and see with my own eyes to see what he did without telling us back then."
After saying that, her beautiful eyes looked at Deren quietly and expectantly with a meaning that could not be rejected. The meaning could not be clearer: the possibility you proposed, the clues you found, you - you have to go together.
Deren lamented in his heart, feeling that he had just left the tiger's mouth-Raszageth and was about to be pulled into the conspiracy of Longtan-Deathwing.
In addition, he had an unclear and chaotic relationship with Alexstrasza, so it was difficult for him to refuse. But this matter also involved many of his female companions spending a lot of energy to save him.
He turned his inquiring eyes to his female companions, wanting to hear their opinions.
Onyxia met his eyes and immediately understood the reluctance in his eyes, but also saw a trace of curiosity and sense of responsibility that he could not fully express - the child they expected came from the energy given by Alexstrasza.
She gently held Deren's hand, with a firm smile that was a mix of pampering and protectiveness appearing on her face. Her voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. "Then let's go and see together. What War of the Scaleborn, what Primal Incarnates, what Elder Conspiracy- ---Now that you have come to the door, you can't hide." She paused, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes. Then she said sternly, "Whoever dares to disrupt our current life, wants to hurt you, or wants to drag us into a meaningless war--then you have to ask my claws first if they agree. Black Dragon's anger is not so easy to bear."
Chromie scratched his head on the side and muttered in a low voice, "Well--it seems that my Oathstone mission hasn't been completed yet--but it seems that following Deren is always fun--well, I mean, you can always find important clues! Yes, that's it! I'll go too! Maybe the key to lighting up Oathstone is in Neltharion's old laboratory!"
She quickly found a high-sounding reason for her "joining in the fun".
Jaina looked at Deren, her ice blue eyes full of worry, but she also knew that once she was involved in some things, it would be difficult to get out easily.
She sighed softly, but her tone was characteristic of a mage's calmness and support. "In the eyes of you Dragon, mortals may be weak. But today's Azeroth is no longer Dragon's exclusive stage. The mortal race is also protecting the world in its own way, and we are not pawns at the mercy of others. Since this matter requires Deren, as his boss, I will not stay out of it. I will go with you."
Deren looked at the three women around him who had different styles but equally firmly supported him - one was Black Dragon's wife, one was a mage ally, and the other was Bronze Dragon. He felt moved and helpless, and a hint of eagerness to try? He rubbed his brows, feeling that he had boarded a "thief ship" that he couldn't get off, but his companions on the ship seemed to be pretty good.
"Okay----" Deren finally sighed in compromise, but his eyes became sharp, "Then go and see what legacy Neltharion has left behind", and by the way, find out that little bastard Ragnaros!"
Now his physical injuries have fully recovered under Alexstrasza's treatment. With several bodyguards accompanying him, he now has the confidence to visit Dragon Isles again.
Of course, the most important thing is that he owes Alexstrasza dragon love, which is really too much.
The plan was finalized and the action started immediately. This time, Alexstrasza personally cast a powerful teleportation spell, sending Deren,
Four people, Onyxia, Chromie and Jaina, were directly teleported back to the area where they encountered Raszageth before Forbidden Reach.
Jaina had ordered "Flying Fish" to return to Theramore on its own before leaving. After all, the following in-depth exploration was full of unknowns and was not suitable for a large group of people to follow.
As for how to go next, naturally you have to rely on the "dragon navigation" Chromie.
She closed her eyes, and the bronze sand of time flowed slightly around her.
After a moment, she pointed to a valley deep in the island that was shrouded in strange Purple Mist: "Timeline showed that underground in that valley, there were a large number of unnatural gatherings of Life Imprint - or, in other words, the former Life Imprint. Now it is more - silent. It should be the entrance to the Neltharion experimental site. There - it gives people a very uncomfortable feeling."
"Let us go and see with our own eyes," Alexstrasza's voice was heavy and decisive, "Let's see what kind of sins Neltharion has committed behind our backs."
She walked to the open space, red light emerged, and her figure expanded rapidly, revealing her elegant and majestic red Dragon true body again. She lowered her slender neck, and her voice was like soft thunder. "Come up, everyone. Sit tight, this is the fastest way to go."
Deren pulled Onyxia and climbed up Red Dragon's broad and stable back first, and the two sat side by side. Chromie and Jaina followed closely behind.
"Hold on!" Alexstrasza warned, her wings suddenly spread out, and strong air flow swept around. The next moment, she kicked off all four legs, and her huge dragon body rose into the air, shooting in the direction indicated by Chromie like an arrow from a string.
The mountains were retreating rapidly beneath me, and the strong wind was howling in my ears. The experience of riding Red Dragon Queen this time was completely different from the ups and downs and "acrobatic" style flight of Ragnaros.
The flight of Alexstrasza is smooth and powerful, with a sense of calmness and control that has lasted for thousands of years.
Although the speed was extremely fast, Onyxia was already prepared. He turned slightly sideways and blocked most of the harsh airflow for Deren, allowing him to observe the scene below in relative comfort.
And Jaina also cast a spell to offset the violent airflow for everyone on the dragon's back.
After flying at lightning speed for a period of time, Alexstrasza gradually slowed down and began to hover over a huge valley shrouded in the strange Purple Mist and with unusually lush vegetation. Finally, it selected a relatively flat forest glade and landed slowly.