Why couldn't the Five-colored Dragon find their homeland?
Why were the Five-colored Dragon's innate abilities blocked by 'Titan technology'?
The 'Dragonflight' expansion pack constantly emphasizes 'the call of the Dragon Isles,' yet before this call sounded, the Five-colored Dragon felt nothing—was this merely the effect of technology, or was some power intentionally sealing their memories and perceptions?
Of course, Obsidian was more inclined to believe this was just another instance of Blizzard 'retconning'—to release new maps and content and continue making money, which is not shameful.
But if transferred to a real world, there could only be one most likely explanation.
That is, when the Titans bestowed blessings upon the Five-colored Dragon, they quietly 'added something extra.'
The Titans and their technology had higher authority, completely suppressing the instincts within the Five-colored Dragon's bloodline.
After listening to Ekseltus's explanation, Nefarian felt his worldview completely collapse.
A while ago, Nefarian thought the enemies were the other Five-colored Dragon;
After being purified, he understood that the enemies were the Ancient Gods;
And now, even the Titans had become enemies?!
"This, this, this... this isn't right!" Nefarian's dragon tail twitched uneasily, "Are you saying... the Titans can manipulate our will at any time? How is that different from the Ancient Gods?!"
This realization was even more subversive than the shock of 'being the same dragon' just now; it touched the very foundation of the Five-colored Dragon's existence.
"At least they eat more gracefully," Obsidian's low voice sounded.
Ekseltus continued, "Only a little more gracefully. They might not actively manipulate thoughts, but they will suppress ideas that are unfavorable to them."
"But you..." Nefarian's gaze swept back and forth between Ekseltus and the lava pool, his confusion deepening, "How did you detect it? Do you have authority beyond the Titans?"
"That's a secret, my dear little black dragon," Obsidian was reluctant to elaborate, as it concerned the very foundation of his ascension to godhood, "In short, I don't have any 'backdoors' left by the Titans on me."
"What's more," Ekseltus added, "there should be no existence in this world more 'dragon' than me. Therefore, the Dragon Isles are incredibly clear in my perception."
Nefarian opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound. There was too much information to process at once, and he was somewhat overwhelmed.
"Well then," Ekseltus said with a relaxed tone, "Are you ready to depart, little black dragon? Time waits for no one, and your father's corruption won't pause."
Nefarian took a deep breath, suppressing the countless questions swirling in his mind and the restless urge to 'do some research.'
"Anytime, mentor." Nefarian's voice regained the composure expected of a black dragon prince.
Ekseltus smiled slightly, pleased with the black dragon prince's address.
Brilliant streams of light once again enveloped Ekseltus, and he gestured for Nefarian to approach.
After a strong spatial fluctuation, the two dragon figures instantly disappeared, leaving only the scorching air and the slowly flowing lava pool in the lava hall.
The hall fell into a brief silence.
In the lava pool, Obsidian's massive head slowly turned, his lava-like golden-black vertical pupils piercing through the thick barriers of the divine palace, gazing towards the distant Northrend continent.
He was not seeing Ekseltus and Nefarian off, but rather 'listening.'
Subtle and anxious prayers were continuously pouring into his divine essence.
"...O Emberglow Dragon, prey is becoming scarcer..."
"...The children are crying from hunger, O Flame Keeper, grant us food..."
The content of the prayers was highly consistent: food shortage.
In the far north of Northrend, although winter had passed and a brief summer had begun, food was still scarce...
"Could it escalate into a famine?" A ripple appeared in Obsidian's consciousness.
Faith needs a foundation, and survival is the most basic foundation.
Hungry believers find it difficult to provide stable and pure flames of faith.
Steadfast individuals like KaIgnas, who can still radiate light and warmth after death, are ultimately a minority.
The great power of a deity can easily bring down miracles and create food out of thin air.
If he wished, he could even place a 'blessing pot' in every village, flowing with fragrant stew day and night.
But this would violate his principles and, more importantly, would foster absolute dependence in believers, stifling their survival and creativity.
Obsidian's thoughts went deeper.
He could discern a hidden hand behind this food crisis, but that was merely a clown, not his focus at the moment.
Northrend's wild and cruel environment shaped the Drakkari Ice Troll civilization into a primitive and savage form—a hunter-gatherer society that fought for survival daily, living hand-to-mouth.
For a deity, this was actually not beneficial.
The reason is simple: when all of a mortal's mind and energy are consumed by the most basic survival needs, when they must fight beasts, severe cold, and even their own kind for a mouthful of food, fervent and lasting faith naturally becomes difficult to cultivate.
There might be individual cases like KaIgnas, but the overall quality and depth of faith would inevitably be limited.
Therefore, while resolving the current famine is urgent, if this opportunity could be used to guide these trolls from relying on luck in hunting and gathering to a more stable and planned agricultural civilization...
This would not only eradicate the threat of famine but also fundamentally improve the soil for their faith to emerge, enhancing the 'output efficiency' and 'purity' of faith.
So how to efficiently and sustainably solve the food problem on Northrend's frozen soil?
A scene flashed in his mind: the Loa worshipped by the Drakkari trolls on the ice plains of ZulDrak.
They would use life divine power to nourish a piece of land, allowing unique cold-resistant crops to grow even in harsh cold environments.
This was one way to utilize the primal force of life.
However, this method was too cumbersome, requiring a large amount of time and effort to maintain annually.
Given Obsidian's personality, he would certainly not choose this method.
In contrast, the Grizzly Hills to the southeast seemed like a more ideal choice.
At this time, the Grizzly Hills were vastly different from the vibrant, thriving landscape seen in the 'game.'
This land was currently covered mainly by grayish coniferous forests and cold tundra.
That vibrant scene would only gradually appear after Fandral Staghelm planted Vordrassil.
Thinking of this, Obsidian's huge dragon claw slowly lifted from the lava pool, and a crystal radiating a soft emerald green light and containing a rich life aura appeared out of thin air in his palm.
This was a gift from Freya, the Life-Binder, containing Titan-forged level life essence.
He had already repeatedly purified it with divine power, removing any potential 'backdoors' or restrictions, completely making it his own.
"If planted in ZulDrak, the transformation result is unknown. But if it's the Grizzly Hills, it shouldn't be worse than in the game."
Obsidian thought to himself, "This crystal plus a branch of Nordrassil will be enough."
He wanted to plant a brand new World Tree in the Grizzly Hills.
No whispers of the Ancient Gods, no Titan backdoors, a World Tree unique to him.
Then, he would transform the Grizzly Hills into fertile land, becoming the future granary for the Drakkari trolls.
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