"Ximen Chuixue, right? You are very strong, but not strong enough. And why did you save me? Do you want the black dragonflight to recognize you as its master?"
After Deathwing broke free, his health began to slowly recover. It didn't look like much, but it was recovering by percentage.
850 million health points, even if it recovers one percent per second, that's 8.5 million health points. Do you understand what numbers mean?
Perhaps their stats were very high, terrifyingly high, the kind that could scare you to death.
But in the end, it was already solidified; whatever it was, it was fixed. The upper limit was already set and couldn't be changed.
There was also good news: the lower limit was the upper limit, they were equal. The initial lower limit was a height that many races could never catch up to in a lifetime. It was hard to say if it was good or bad.
He had already heard his wife call the other party master, and only by acknowledging him as master would she do so.
Perhaps it was embarrassing, but wasn't Ysera also the Moon Goddess' pet?
Being a pet to a powerful entity was not actually embarrassing.
Journey to the west had already explained all this: even if a celestial's mount committed a transgression, it would only be brought home and given a minor punishment, which was infinitely better than being a lonely ghost.
Therefore, Deathwing was only slightly surprised, perhaps a little angry, but under a pair of iron fists, he had long lost all his temper.
Anyway, if he was going to be someone's dog, who he served didn't matter.
"Heh heh, you overestimate yourself, Deathwing."
Arthas curled his lips into a mocking smile, his tone not showing much respect.
"I've said it before, I am the spokesperson for Azeroth. Saving you or not won't affect my mission to save the world."
"It's just that I'm always quite generous to champions who bravely save Azeroth. If you can't bear it, you can pass on your position to someone else."
"I will definitely kill the Old Gods too. If not now, then later. Now, it's time for us to depart to deal with the Burning Legion. As for your whispers, I can help you resolve them first. The pain brought by the Cataclysm still needs time to resolve."
After speaking, a Holy Light Spell fell, raising Deathwing's health by half, followed by a Healing Wave.
Healing Wave was not as potent as a Holy Light Spell, but it was a good area-of-effect healing skill that bounced around targets, with each heal not being particularly high.
However, at max level, there was a nice change: when there were no other healing targets nearby, it could repeatedly bounce on a single target until its set number of bounces was exhausted.
After two Healing Waves, the dying Deathwing was brought back from the brink. This healing ability astonished even Alexstrasza.
As the red dragon queen in charge of life and healing, she knew exactly how high the technical content was in this. Healing also had many specialized professions!
In fact, when playing games, he used to play paladin and Druid, for no other reason than they could switch between tank, healer, and damage dealer forms.
Damage dealing was certainly more enjoyable, but queuing for dungeons would take ten to twenty minutes.
Healers would queue for dungeons for no more than ten seconds, and tanks would queue almost instantly. It was all out of necessity; who wouldn't want to play a damage dealer!
Arthas raised his hand and unleashed another Old God power, blocking out the voices of N'Zoth, C'Thun, and Yogg-Saron. They were all Old Gods; who couldn't suppress whom!
"I think it's better if I change my name. I'll call myself Deathwing. Any enemy that harms Azeroth will be destroyed and die by my hand!"
Deathwing did change his name; this name was clearly cooler.
Malygos was happy for his good brother from the bottom of his heart when he saw him recover.
"You were so defiant just now. Recover a bit; I still prefer how you were just now."
Deathwing rarely smiled. He felt the voices of the Old Gods had disappeared, and although he still suffered the pain of the earth, he felt much better now.
Although the Old God power was useful, it instinctively made him feel resistant and a little fearful.
After all, even the Titan Keepers were not a match for the Old Gods, and now with their power diminished, they were even less of a match, let alone him.
"Get lost. You disgust me. You don't have a problem with your sexual orientation, do you? Sindragosa, I think you should keep him in line."
A scene of peace and harmony. This feeling was quite good, even better than before.
The Chromatic dragons were indispensable: one tank, one healer, and three damage dealers. This was the standard dungeon party.
After some playful banter, Deathwing took out a disk and handed it over, stating his intentions casually.
"Here, take this. I found it in a Titan facility; it can absorb energy. I originally planned to use it to absorb demonic energy and the power of my siblings to create the dragon Soul, killing demons and also my siblings."
"N'Zoth's voice has disappeared. No matter how I called him just now, he didn't respond. You are truly remarkable, with some real skill. I'm willing to trust you. Let Sinestra stay by your side and serve you. This price must be paid, after all."
Hiss.
Malygos even felt a slight toothache. His good brother was secretly plotting to kill him. Didn't all his efforts turn into wasted goodwill?
Anyone would feel a pain in their balls when something like this happened. Yes, it was a pain in the balls.
Arthas took the disk and looked closely. Wasn't this the Heart of Darkness?
Good heavens, this was what Xal'atath had desperately wanted to get, and as a container, it was truly powerful.
He vaguely felt a hint of attention, as if the World Soul's focus had shifted to him.
'Side Quest Updated: Turn the Tide and Save the World Soul.'
'Quest Content: The Burning Legion is tearing at the chains of the Well of Eternity, intensifying its absorption of the World Soul's power. Use attribute points to fill the Heart of Darkness to heal the World Scar.'
'Quest Reward: Increased World Soul awakening speed, timeline rewritten.'
He had come to the ancient times precisely to reverse the future. The previous side quest was to achieve a reversal reward; this one seemed to be a timeline alteration reward.
It was also about rewriting time. He was merely rewriting the rhythm disrupted by the Burning Legion back to how it was before.
After all his strenuous efforts, he had merely returned to the starting point.
But now there was an opportunity to rewrite history. Although it might not necessarily be better, being able to rewrite history was far better than changing nothing at all.
Some people prefer to do nothing, so they won't make mistakes.
Some people prefer to do something, even if they make mistakes, because what if it actually succeeds?
Arthas was the latter. He clutched the Heart of Darkness in his hand, and his confident aura instantly infected everyone.
"I will succeed, and I will save Azeroth.
This I swear!"