"Neltharion's corruption stemmed from the heavy burden bestowed upon him by the Titans. As Earth-Warder, he had to endure the agony of Azeroth's primal power, which gradually disintegrated his body and soul. This suffering intensified his despair, making him believe the world itself was beyond salvation, and only destruction could end the cycle."
"And if I'm not mistaken, you've already pledged yourself to the Old God N'Zoth, that voice you've been hearing constantly whispering."
Arthas' tone seemed quite relaxed; sometimes, knowing everything and being a prophet felt truly good.
He never believed in any deities, including Moon Goddess Elune.
This world had no good or evil, no absolute black or white. Some people were 'dark' their entire lives but did one good deed, while others did good deeds their entire lives but committed one bad act.
How could one judge that?
It couldn't be judged!
Since it couldn't be judged, then don't judge it!
Old Gods?
The dragonflights were somewhat puzzled; they seemed to have heard of it, but didn't really understand.
Such information had been classified as top secret by the Titan Guardians, not allowed to be disclosed. Even though they had once guided and blessed the Aspect dragons (Blessed), they remained tight-lipped about this news, only hearing snippets from facility logs and some rumors.
Neltharion's eyes grew increasingly wild; he had been corrupted too deeply, poisoned too profoundly, and was difficult to save.
His tone became low, much like a beast before it preys on someone, adopting an attacking posture and a deranged expression.
"Do you think you know everything? Heh heh, you have no idea how painful this feeling is, and you won't know what the Earth has endured."
"You'll just babble on here, like those unspeakable specters, all pathetic parasites on the world, siphoning its nutrients, you all deserve to die!"
Neltharion's tone grew increasingly frantic, and the oppressive aura he exuded made everyone feel very uneasy.
Malygos couldn't help but reach out and press him, his tone filled with worry.
"Brother, since he can say it, there must be a solution."
"And don't forget, we are brothers, we are family. I cannot experience your suffering, but please believe that no matter what, we will help you."
Truly deep brotherly affection; only Malygos was so loyal, a true good friend.
Alexstrasza also sensed her brother's near-madness. In this state, how could they fight the Burning Legion?
Before the war even began, Neltharion would probably go mad himself and turn his blade on his own people.
Her gaze once again turned to Arthas, her tone somewhat sincere, carrying a hint of pleading.
"Ximen Chuixue, we haven't met, I can be sure of that, but you possess a certain temperament that gives me a sense of security."
"I trust this feeling; this intuition has saved my life countless times in battle, so I implore you, tell me what the second method is?"
Ysera also stepped forward. She didn't have a deep impression of Arthas, perhaps because they hadn't interacted extensively, which made him feel like a mere passerby.
"I trust my sister, Ximen Chuixue, isn't it? Since you came to us, you must know something about us. Cooperating with the dragonflights and gaining each other's friendship would be good for both sides. Please tell us the method; we will not abandon any brother or sister. We are a complete family, and we will always be whole."
What a truly moving 'family bucket' story.
You'd better be referring to 'family' as in relatives, not a fried chicken combo with soda!
Tyrande just watched, unable to believe she was able to converse with dragons here.
She was also somewhat familiar with Ysera, as the druids all followed Cenarius to learn the ways of nature, and Ysera was the adoptive mother of the demigod Cenarius. With this convoluted relationship, it was impossible not to know her.
Would it be appropriate to seize this opportunity to demand some of the dragons' wealth?
No, that would be the most foolish thing.
Although the friendship of the dragonflights was not precious, it was not cheap either.
dragons spanned most of Azeroth's history, and fostering good relations with them had no downsides; at the very least, they shouldn't become enemies.
Sometimes, having the dragons help could be very easy and convenient.
"The second method is also not difficult: find the Old God N'Zoth and kill it. That way, the enemy whispering will be gone, and the problem will be solved."
That made sense. Either solve the person who raised the problem, or solve the person who created the problem.
The former was half-hearted effort; the latter was genuinely getting things done.
"This is a good method! Find that damned fellow and kill it! Then no one will trouble you anymore, brother, don't worry, I will definitely help you!"
Malygos was overjoyed; this was truly a good method.
Why hadn't he thought of it before? It seemed easier than killing Neltharion, didn't it?
Could there be an enemy that even the Chromatic dragons, charging all at once, couldn't defeat?
In the beginning, the Proto-dragon King Galakrond was as massive as a true mountain, and the five Aspect dragons (Blessed) were not even comparable to his fingertips. Yet, they still cooperated with Guardian Tyr to kill him. This proud achievement, enough to awe any dragon, was the source of their confidence.
In terms of combat, they truly feared no one and nothing.
Although Tyr was the main force, they had also put in effort, and their contribution should not be underestimated, nor should it be sullied or defamed.
As for Sargeras, the fallen Titan, he hadn't arrived yet, had he?
As long as he couldn't pass through the portal, he would have no way to get here.
Since he couldn't get here, there was no need to worry. This was the same psychology as keyboard warriors online: curse the other party to death, infuriating them to no end, but could the other party really come through the internet cable and beat them up?
Obviously impossible. Since it was impossible, there was no need to worry.
Pfft!
Neltharion laughed, laughing like a madman.
He was doing it for his own good, yet he seemed unappreciative, not taking it well. His laughter revealed mockery, though it was unclear if he was mocking their foolishness or their lack of insight.
"I thought you were so formidable, is this all?"
"You simply don't understand; this world is already scarred beyond recognition. Even if you kill N'Zoth, what then?"
"The Earth is still being torn apart, you can't feel the Earth's pain. There is too, too much suffering. If this suffering were placed on you, you would already be a madman!"
Ignorance!
Fearlessness!
Alexstrasza frowned, very displeased with his words.
"Neltharion, calm down. We are trying to find a solution. If you don't act, how can you know that this matter will have no outcome?"
"The problems you face, we can solve one by one. We've always gotten through things this way before, and it will be the same now."