As the dragonflights prepared to strike, Neltharion still discovered Arthas. Seeing his wife standing behind him, he seemed to realize something.
"Who is this?"
The Four Great dragon Aspects also looked over, with curiosity, surprise, confusion, and a hint of déjà vu.
red dragon queen Alexstrasza had been scrutinizing Arthas, feeling that he was very familiar, yet she couldn't pinpoint why.
Moreover, this familiarity wasn't ordinary; it was deeply ingrained in her soul, etched into her very bones.
Sindragosa stepped forward to explain.
"This is Ximen Chuixue, Azshara's consort. He has come to invite us to deal with The Burning Legion's invasion together."
She then recounted the events of The Burning Legion, including Archimonde's death, Kil'jaeden's arrival, and their full efforts to open a portal for Sargeras to cross over.
Learning that they might have to face an enemy on the same level as the Titans who blessed them, the five Great dragon Aspects couldn't help but gasp. It truly made their teeth ache.
We're going to fight a Titan?
Is that for real?
Deathwing was also stunned. He hadn't expected such a thing to happen. He had originally planned to use this opportunity to resolve the nagging issues.
He glanced again at his wife standing behind Arthas, and a surge of anger rushed to his head. His usually calm demeanor became somewhat frenzied.
By the name of the black dragon King, there must be some unspeakable, unclear relationship between these two!
"You said you could solve my problem?"
He took a step forward, looking down with arrogance and disdain. Did a mere mortal truly think he could solve his problem?
Ridiculous!
The ignorant ant simply didn't understand the ineffable horror he was facing. Even he wasn't confident he could achieve such a feat.
Arthas was fearless. He hadn't even used Avatar yet. His enlarged height was more than a match for Deathwing, especially a Deathwing without the dragon Soul. And it wasn't like he hadn't fought him before.
Before, my damage was low, I could only tickle and control, you mocked me, I don't blame you.
Now I can kill a dragon in three punches. Shouldn't you kneel and kowtow, respectfully calling me Your Majesty?
"The method is simple. There are two. One is relatively easy, the other is slightly more difficult."
red dragon queen Alexstrasza took an eager step forward, her golden eyes fixed on the man before her. That familiar feeling grew stronger and stronger, yet she couldn't recall where she had seen him.
"What's the simple method?"
Arthas' lips curved into a playful smile, though they couldn't see it.
"That is to kill Neltharion. If you can't solve the problem, solve the person who poses the problem. Isn't that also a solution?"
My God!
blue dragon Aspect Malygos stepped forward to shield his good brother. At this time, they were still close. Only after his wife was killed and the blue dragonflight was nearly wiped out would they turn from good brothers into irreconcilable enemies.
These words also aroused suspicion and anger in the other dragon Aspects towards Arthas. They hadn't fallen out yet; they had fought together, covering each other in battle to defeat Galakrond, close comrades with a bond forged in life and death. To now suggest killing Neltharion, who hadn't yet fallen to Deathwing, seemed a bit too disrespectful to them.
However, no one noticed that Sinestra remained steadfastly behind Arthas, not turning against him for uttering such hostile words.
In her heart, she and Arthas were already family.
She had experienced the War of the Ancients, and returning now was merely a revisit to an old place. In truth, she didn't particularly hope for Deathwing's healing. That betrayal had also caused the black dragonflight to suffer terribly, all corrupted by the power of the Old Gods.
Only the bronze dragon Aspect remained, showing a thoughtful expression. He seemed to have guessed something: this man might not be from this era.
The timeline set by the Titans was not allowed to be changed, and now he was somewhat shaken.
He also possessed the ability to travel through time, but he couldn't change anything, nor was he able to change anything.
Subconsciously, he tried to use his time powers, but he was horrified to discover that the timeline was locked!
This meant that other time branches could not affect this timeline. This might seem a bit difficult to understand, but a simpler explanation might make it easier.
The main timeline is the first entry in a family tree, below which there will be many offspring. These offspring are the time branches, the infinite possibilities derived from each historical node.
For example, Arthas, who firmly believed the Holy Light could save Lordaeron, didn't pull out Frostmourne and fought valiantly. The result was Jaina, to save her beloved, pulling out Frostmourne and becoming the Lich King, with Arthas becoming her sole death knight.
There's also a timeline where the Horde hadn't invaded, but instead, the Alliance attacked first, slaughtering Draenor.
And even a time branch where Neltharion fell to become Deathwing, causing the Cataclysm, destroying the continent of Azeroth, and plunging the entire planet into dead silence, and so on.
Each historical event gives rise to a time branch. If one travels too frequently, they will become lost in the time branches, unable to distinguish reality from dreams, forever lost within them and unable to find themselves.
Now, locking the timeline means opening a separate page in the family tree and no longer propagating bloodlines. Living alone for all eternity is most likely what this means.
bronze dragon Aspect Nozdormu was silent, unsure what to say. Perhaps anything he said would be wrong, and it was all a bit too much to bear.
Alexstrasza reached out, blocking the hostility of her siblings. The faint freckles on her face truly captivated one's soul.
Beauty marks are a fascinating thing; some find them unattractive, others beautiful. These faint freckles, on the other hand, possess a unique charm.
"Then what about the second method you mentioned? Can't it be done?"
Yes, there was a second method. It wasn't absolutely necessary to kill Neltharion, and there was no reason to kill him. You couldn't just say he was going to go crazy, so you killed him preemptively, could you?
That's like a roommate kicking off their blanket at night, and because you're worried they'll catch a cold and get a fever, you break their leg beforehand to prevent them from kicking off the blanket and getting a fever.
Is that kind of help truly helping?
It certainly seems like there's a bit of a personal grudge involved here, doesn't it?
Looking at the beautiful older sister before him, Arthas' thoughts returned to his days in the Grim Batol fortress.
One night as husband and wife, a hundred nights of kindness. How many days and nights had it been?
He couldn't be a scoundrel. If possible, helping Alexstrasza was also an option.
Alas, men are just too kind!