"We can no longer form the Dragon Soul as we did before. Neltharion became Deathwing, and we have no guardian of the earth."
At that, Ysera and Alexstrasza fell silent. The silence was almost unbearable, yet no one could think of anything to say, because this was the truth. It was an agonizing truth, but one they could not deny. They could not even try to appoint a new Dragon Aspect, because Deathwing was still alive. Moreover, the once-powerful Black Dragons had all fallen into corruption; those remaining were merely Black Dragons of ordinary strength.
"That is why I brought him here." Nozdormu looked at Thrall calmly.
"I have learned many things," Thrall said truthfully. "I have worked with the elements for many years. And I have learned much on my journey. If we are speaking purely of the Power of the Earth, I think I am capable." Thrall looked at Nozdormu. "You know that is true."
The dragon of time slowly nodded. "You are indeed the strongest wielder of the Power of the Earth at present," he said. "There is no great problem with us attempting something like this."
"But how should you help us, Thrall?" Alexstrasza asked. "You cannot fight alongside us."
"No, I object." Malygos still disagreed. "You must understand how dangerous it is for each of us to surrender the core of our power. Do not forget that Deathwing used our own power to defeat us back then."
During the War of the Ancients, Neltharion's sudden betrayal had inflicted devastating losses on the allied Dragonflights and Night Elves. The Blue Dragonflight had nearly been wiped out, and the Red Dragons had later been enslaved. Even Alexstrasza had become a breeding tool for the Black Dragons.
Rather than trusting anything else, Malygos thought it would be better