Arthas remained unmoved; he knew more than the Aspect dragons (Blessed) and, as e-chan's spokesperson, was bound to help resolve various issues.
Not to mention, the various gaping maws created by the Old Gods on the ground looked utterly disgusting.
He couldn't forget the insect nests in the southern Tanaris Desert, near the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, which expanded from underground to the surface, forming a blood-red maw filled with fangs, a sight that made one's skin crawl.
The fanged maw opened and closed like a giant chrysanthemum, filled with sharp fangs and Old God tentacles. The scene was unbelievably 'beautiful,' enough to cause nightmares and make one wet their pants at night!
Those also needed to be eliminated. Speaking of resolutions, the Well of Eternity was another problem that had to be dealt with.
The Well of Eternity was a massive wound, formed after the Old God Y'Shaarj, which had parasitized too deeply, was directly pulled out.
This trauma was equivalent to a severed bloodline, and to prevent the World Soul from dying, the Titans built the Well of Eternity over the wound to stabilize it, which could be understood as a bandage.
It wasn't that the bleeding stopped, but that it slowed down, no longer as exaggerated as before, and within an acceptable range.
At this point, Azeroth could only rely on its own abilities to heal slowly; no one else could help it.
Such pain naturally caused e-chan to tremble and groan constantly. Neltharion, as the Earth-Warder, could empathize; under such torment, coupled with the incessant nagging of the Old God N'Zoth, wasn't it enough to drive him mad?
If he couldn't solve the problem, he would solve the one who presented the problem. Neltharion thought of destroying the world, thus clearing his mind.
As for the whispers of the Old Gods?
Those were nothing; they were entirely within the range of what he could endure.
"Actually, I don't want to save you, and you're not worth saving. You only bear the pain of the earth, but do you know that the oceans, sky, and elements are all screaming in agony as well?"
"If just the earth makes you go mad, wouldn't bearing four kinds of pain and whispers simultaneously make you commit suicide on the spot?"
"You foolish fellow, you are just a pathetic crawling insect, a fool who has been tricked. You can't even think of a solution and are still raving here. If it weren't for The Legion's invasion, requiring all of Azeroth's creatures to form a united army, I would kill you right now."
Arthas chuckled. Who couldn't act tough? Anyway, they didn't know, so casually fabricating some existing but unknown things, combined with his formidable strength, was enough to awe them.
"You ant, what are you saying!"
Neltharion angrily pushed past Malygos' obstruction and stepped forward, throwing an enraged punch. The earth trembled in anger with him, and earth elements enveloped his fist. This punch carried nearly ten thousand pounds of force.
Dodge!
Then, a punch was thrown, landing squarely on weak points like the ribs and armpit.
Ugh!
A surge of power coursed through his body, Neltharion's eyeballs almost popped out. He had never expected this man to possess such immense strength.
Moreover, his entire body was paralyzed, unable to move, and he could only watch helplessly as the other party continuously punched him. Each punch was bone-deep, even causing some internal organs to rupture from the compression.
Punch after punch, two punches made his head spin, three punches shattered his dragon soul. Oh, mighty one, don't hit your own kind!
"Do you submit!"
"You don't, do you! Take this!"
"Do you submit?"
"Not speaking to act like a master? It seems you won't give up until you see the ocean. What right do you have to blabber in front of me? I am the World Soul's spokesperson; you are merely a high-level employee of the Titans!"
Arthas punched and cursed, not needing to be too fast, even one punch per second would do. He wasn't trying to kill the other party, just to display his might so that the dragonflights would follow his arrangements.
His status was higher than theirs, his strength greater than theirs. Now, all he needed was a display of power, a means to show off his might.
Sinestra stepped forward to prevent the red dragon queen and the blue dragon King from intervening, her gaze fixed on her current husband, who was beating up her ex-husband. A woman whose heart had changed was indeed ruthless.
"Don't go. Let Master beat him until he clears his head. Leave some trusted members at the temple. We are likely to be gone for a very long time on this trip, perhaps thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years."
"Master's knowledge surpasses any of ours, even far exceeding that of the Guardians."
"The black dragonflight is on the verge of extinction. Neltharion accepted the power of the Old Gods, causing all the dragon eggs of his entire race to be tainted by corruption, unable to hatch normal whelps. Those that do hatch are either Old God servants or twisted monsters."
"Only Master can cleanse the Old God's corruption, keeping the dragon eggs healthy and preventing the black dragonflight from becoming extinct. If you don't believe me, you can go to the Obsidian Sanctum and see; those dragon eggs are all corrupted, beyond saving."
Her expression was sorrowful. As for calling Arthas 'Master,' she felt no burden at all, having completely surrendered herself to Arthas.
It was for herself and for her race; one could say she endured humiliation for a greater purpose.
As for whether she would bear Arthas' child in the future, that was not within the scope of her consideration. If it happened, great; if not, she would let someone else bear children for her Master.
These words left the four dragon queens utterly astonished. The content was simply too shocking, leaving them speechless.
It was too explosive. No matter what, she was still the black dragon Aspect. How could she call someone else 'Master'?
And the black dragon eggs were corrupted?
red dragon queen Alexstrasza was deeply shocked. Her brother's race was going to go extinct?
Malygos quickly recovered from his shock. He didn't ask why; he just looked at Nozdormu.
"Brother, tell me, have you seen such a sight in your travels through time?"
bronze dragon have always been elusive, mostly maintaining the timeline, so they must have seen many futures that others could not.
Nozdormu smiled bitterly. He moved his lips, looking at his eager dragonflight brother, and shook his head.
"I cannot say. You know we only correct the timeline; we don't have the power to change it."
Upon hearing this, Arthas, while flicking Deathwing's forehead, sneered.
"Nonsense about maintaining the timeline. This is just a predetermined path set by the Pantheon."
"Do you know why the azeroth world-soul attracted the attention of the Pantheon Titans and the fallen Titan Sargeras?"
"Heh heh, you know nothing, ignorant Nozdormu. Why don't you mention that you will also turn dark in the future, just like your brother, and wish to destroy the world?"