"Nonsense." The expression of the Blue Dragon King was somewhat madness, yet he did not show any extreme actions. The Red Dragon Queen and the Green Dragon Queen exchanged glances, remaining silent, neither agreeing nor opposing. It felt more like they were watching a good show, a self-directed performance.
"No, Malygos, this young prince has a point." A gust of sand blew over, and another high elf appeared, but this one was made of yellow sand, the final guardian dragon, the Bronze Dragon King, Nozdormu.
Aurelia looked at the newly appeared dragon with some shock; her own strength allowed her to sense that something was off. Glancing at Arthas, she felt increasingly confused and suspicious.
"Prince Arthas, I cannot see your future." Nozdormu nodded slightly to Arthas; he wielded the power of time and could traverse the past and future. Naturally, he noticed Arthas, who in the future would become a fallen prince responsible for patricide, commanding the undead scourge and becoming the Lich King.
How could he not pay attention? With Arthas's current unusual behavior, it would be impossible for him not to notice. Originally, he had arranged for Chromie to monitor the situation, but now the unfolding events had become more perplexing, to the point that even he did not know if this was right or wrong.
"The future? Hmph, if someone claims to truly predict the future, they must be a fraud. Do you know I encountered a mage in Lordaeron who claimed he could foretell everything about the future? Guess what I said?" Arthas's expression was playful, "I said that I could also predict your future; you might have a bloody future! After that, I slapped him, and he fell to the ground, spitting blood. You see, isn't that a bloody future? How accurate is my prediction?" Pfft! The two queens couldn't hold back their laughter, even the half-asleep Ysera opened her eyes to seriously evaluate Arthas.
She didn't know him before, but now she could get to know him well. Nozdormu's lips twitched slightly, clearly speechless at this. The mad Blue Dragon King had a strange expression, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't, feeling internally hurt.
"Alright, Your Highness, we will discuss your matters later. Right now, we need to deal with Deathwing; this is his daughter. Do you know what to do?" Nozdormu pointed at Onyxia, wanting to eliminate the unstable factor before the fight began.
"I can guarantee her; she will not pose a threat to you. With Deathwing dead, someone needs to inherit his title. She is the best choice; she is just a money-loving little gold enthusiast. I, as the Prince of Lordaeron, guarantee that if anything happens to her, I will bear the responsibility fully." Arthas stood in front of Onyxia, his tone strong and commanding.
At that moment, Onyxia suddenly felt a touch of emotion; she had never expected a human to stand before her. Even among humans, black dragons were synonymous with treachery; nobody liked black dragons; their reputation was that of a foul rat in the street, universally denounced. How she longed to live openly in the sunlight! But she couldn't; everything had been predetermined from birth.
"You must understand, her father is Deathwing; do you think she will listen to you or to Deathwing?" The Red Dragon Queen also warned with a serious expression; if the other party insisted, she wouldn't stop them. Liking Arthas did not mean she would go along with everything he said. Admiration could be momentary, and disapproval could happen in an instant.
"I know, I have confidence. Not all black dragons are evil, and I need her help," Arthas replied, firmly standing in front of Onyxia. At this moment, what he needed to do was protect this black dragon princess, as it would be very helpful for his plans. The so-called career was all about constantly searching for partners, expanding business, and gaining ground.
"Hmph, human, if she betrays the dragons, you will die alongside her! Deathwing, come out here!" After saying this, the Blue Dragon King roared and soared into the air, breathing an icy breath towards the distant hill. Boom! A magma shield appeared out of nowhere, and Deathwing revealed his true form without disguise. His black skin was covered in burning flames, with scabs oozing molten lava, and his jaw was secured with a massive alloy, which is why Deathwing was nicknamed Iron Jaw.
"Haha, Malygos, long time no see."
"I see your arrogance is still not dead, go die!" When the Blue Dragon King saw his enemy appear, he immediately unleashed magic to attack Deathwing.
The powerful spell caused the temperature of the sky to plummet, and numerous ice spears, as big as an adult, shot out continuously. One of these ice spears could pierce a well-trained knight, and with so many ice spears flying together, it turned into something like a gatling gun.
"You all leave now; this battle is not suitable for you. Your Highness, I hope your choice is not wrong." The Red Dragon Queen used magic to send Arthas and the others away, transforming herself into a red dragon and soaring into the sky to engage Deathwing.
Swoosh! Boom! The battle between the dragons was brutal and savage. Their massive size represented immense power; mountain peaks would be shattered and leveled, and lake waters would evaporate instantly. A certain plain would be turned into a huge pit due to the magical shockwave, forming a natural lake when the rain fell! When gods fight, mortals suffer, and now it was best to run as far away as possible.
Arthas also recognized the gap between himself and the guardian dragons; in fact, this gap was not too large, and could be caught up in time. If he had to describe it, it would be like comparing a child's toy car to a fighter jet—it was really just a tiny difference. Everyone was teleported to the entrance of the fortress, where the Dragonmaw orcs were currently being hunted down by the furious red dragons.
Those who dared to be dragon riders met a terrible fate, either burned alive or torn to shreds. The red dragons were mercilessly retaliating; as a proud dragon race, when had they ever been ridden by these lowly orc thieves? It was a humiliation, and although it was due to the queen, it was still a dishonor that could only be resolved by the death of the orcs!