Deathwing knew his own children, and he knew this Chromatic Dragon just as well. He had that ability.
"This was prepared for you," Neltharion said casually. The Twilight Father brought Tarecgosa forward, as though presenting tribute.
"Do not be afraid, Little Blue Dragon." Chromatus's other heads turned toward Tarecgosa, taking a little interest in her. "You will like me."
"No... no!" Tarecgosa screamed hysterically.
"I have fully recovered!" the red head said, while the black head beside it said, "But I am a little hungry."
"Simple. Go outside. Your food is everywhere out there." Deathwing strolled toward Wyrmrest Temple. "Start with those dragonkin and tuskarr."
"Your flesh and blood will be your first meal upon rebirth."
Deathwing had immense confidence in Chromatus, while he himself was going to enter Wyrmrest Temple. This was the sacred ground of all dragonflights, as well as the place where all kinds of energy were most concentrated. It would help him recover his strength.
Recalling his earlier encounter in Quelrins City, Deathwing knew he had underestimated those high elves, especially their leader, Patrick Cabrolon.
Deathwing had originally received orders from N'Zoth to pay particular attention to Patrick Cabrolon. He had not expected that mortal to give him such an enormous surprise.
The Titans' Spell Inscription, Neltharion still marveled inwardly. With the black dragons' cautious nature-or rather, their cunning-they would not enter a battle unprepared. Perhaps I underestimated you.
Neltharion wanted to use this time to build up a great deal of power. His air raid would certainly provoke a counterattack from those high elves, and with the series of natural disasters he had caused, the other powers would not let him off either. That made it all the more important for Neltharion to prepare to welcome those "adorable" little fellows.
Silvermoon City, Quel'Thalas.
Kael'thas