Patrick thought the reason he had given was perfect. It was true that the blue dragons and black dragons shared a bitter blood feud, but Patrick was even more certain that, given the choice between destroying Neltharion and leaving Onyxia alive, the blue dragons would choose to destroy Neltharion.
After all, Neltharion was the chief culprit behind the near extinction of the blue dragons. Compared with the lure of Neltharion, Onyxia was nothing more than an appetizer.
"You know where Neltharion is?" Saragoss picked out a more pointed piece of information from Patrick's words.
Neltharion was now lurking in the shadows, hidden in Deepholm, the Earth Element Plane. If Patrick were to lead a group straight into Deepholm now, he would undoubtedly be courting death.
"I do, but it makes no difference whether I know or not," Patrick replied.
"Both Onyxia and Deathwing are targets we must destroy. The threat they pose to Azeroth is common knowledge, to say nothing of our blood feud with him. No matter what, Neltharion must be utterly destroyed. Leaving him alive will only leave a hidden danger for Azeroth."
"To tell you the truth, I suspect Deathwing is hiding in the Earth Element Plane." Before the other blue dragons could erupt, Patrick added, "Although this is only my conjecture, I am completely certain of it."
"After the Second War ended, Deathwing was defeated by the combined efforts of the four Dragon Aspects. But at death's door, Neltharion escaped your pursuit, and nothing was ever heard of him afterward. That was because he fled into Deepholm, the Earth Element Plane banished by the Titans."
Deepholm. The blue dragons were an ancient race that had survived since antiquity, and they knew of this plane sealed by the Titans. The Titans had once returned to Azeroth. After