Military preparations were in full swing on all sides. Meanwhile, Illidan, Malygos, Maiev, and several other leaders arrived in Silvermoon City to meet Patrick.
Ever since his battle with the Aspect of the Black, Patrick had grown somewhat curious about him. Generally speaking, a dragon's breath largely carried the characteristics of its own abilities. A Red Dragon's flames, for instance, contained essence of life. Yet when Patrick had taken Deathwing's breath head-on, he had sensed something unusual.
Aside from the sulfur flame and the chaotic power of the Old Gods, his breath had given Patrick the impression of something alive.
Yes, alive. Quite a few elemental creatures and lava slimes had emerged from the lava at Quelrins City's gates. That alone warranted a closer investigation.
"As heroes who took part in the War of the Ancients, I'd like you to tell me about it in detail. How did you defeat those Black Dragons and demons back then and drive them out of Azeroth?"
Patrick had not experienced the War of the Ancients. Although the history books recorded many things, they could never cover certain details as clearly as those who had been there. And for some events, those details were important factors in how the events were ultimately judged.
Malygos took the form of a middle-aged elf with blue hair. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything. Everything about the War of the Ancients," Patrick said.
Malygos pondered for a moment. "Actually, before the Burning Legion invaded, Neltharion proposed creating the Dragon Soul. But Azeroth was peaceful then, and nothing was happening. We feared the Dragon Soul would be too powerful, so we all rejected his proposal."
"Could I suspect that Neltharion had already been corrupted by the Old Gods before the Burning Legion invaded?" Patrick asked.
"Over the years,