Deep within the Forbidden Isolated Island, in front of the Dracthyr dormant 'cocoon' array.
Ekseltus stood quietly, his five-colored scales still shimmering faintly even in the dimly lit environment.
He lightly tapped the void with his Dragon Claw, and dense divine power surged forth, transforming into probes that deeply analyzed the physical and soul structures of the slumbering creations below, reverse-engineering the mysteries of their birth.
His objective for this trip was largely achieved—all research records for creating the Dracthyr and their core data had been completely scanned, analyzed, and recorded by him.
In his opinion, the 'Dracthyr' forms designed by Blizzard were a bit too slender and delicate, lacking a sense of power.
He was contemplating 'borrowing' Neltharion's research findings, combining them with Serakhen's Dragonkin supplicants, to create 'Dragonkin' warriors that better fit his aesthetic, as powerful and robust as those described in DnD settings.
(Largest Dracthyr size)
Since there were already Dragonkin supplicants, why did he still need the Dracthyr research data?
Firstly, Dragonkin supplicants were bound to the divine realm of Serakhen; they could not leave the divine realm for too long.
Secondly, a new mortal race meant a new source of faith.
Thirdly, creating new mortal species could lead to many new topics. For example, many mortal species in the Warcraft universe were created, so where did their souls come from?
A more reasonable guess was that Azeroth itself bestowed them with souls, but evidence was needed, and recreating a mortal species could allow observation of this phenomenon.
In short, for Obsidian, who held the 'knowledge' divine authority, knowledge was his power, and not exploring it would be inexcusable.
Suddenly—Boom! Rumbling!
Several muffled roars came from afar, followed by the entire massive underground space beginning to shake violently!
"Hmm?" Ekseltus raised an eyebrow, his divine sense instantly spreading out.
The entire Forbidden Isolated Island was shaking violently, the source pointing directly to the northernmost part—Raszageth's sealed location!
Almost simultaneously, he clearly sensed that the distress scale he had given to Nefarian had been crushed.
"Pfft," Ekseltus let out a helpless snort, "This kid—I never noticed before, does he have the same constitution as Brann Bronzebeard and Lorewalker Cho?"
"Why did the BOSS fight suddenly begin?"
Ekseltus felt a headache coming on. "And why did it have to be that crazy Dragon?"
He understood Raszageth's personality very well.
This Storm Eater Dragon was fierce, extreme, held deep-seated hatred for the Dragon Aspects, and was unswervingly loyal to her other Dragon Incarnates.
It was absolutely impossible to either subdue her or persuade her to let go of her hatred.
Let her run wild? That was even less acceptable.
Wherever the storm went, life would be ruined, and order would crumble.
And she would definitely seek trouble with the Dragon Aspects, making the situation even more chaotic.
So, was 'annihilating' her the only path left?
Headache or not, the decision was made in an instant.
Ekseltus's body erupted with five-colored flowing light, and space began to distort violently!
"The mess Nefarian, this silly kid, made, it seems I, as his mentor, still have to clean it up."
His figure instantly blurred, disappearing from his original spot.
Target—Froststone Vault ruins!
He had to deal with Raszageth before she caused more destruction or attracted more trouble!
As for the Dracthyr seals that were already cracking from the tremors—Ekseltus glanced at them one last time before disappearing, a subtle curve playing on his lips: "Since it's his father's 'legacy,' it should naturally be inherited by the son."
Before his words faded, the Dragon was gone.
Only the violently shaking underground space and the constantly spreading cracks on the seal's light barrier remained.
—Dividing Line—
Froststone Vault ruins, the heart of the lightning storm inferno.
Raszageth's lightning eyes were locked onto the struggling Nefarian below, as destructive lightning once again furiously gathered at her claw tips!
She wanted to utterly crush this stubbornly annoying Black Dragon bug!
Nefarian was now at the end of his rope, his scales shattered, his mind hazy, barely able to maintain a fragile magical shield.
Arcane electricity rampaged across his body, crackling, and he knew clearly that he would never be able to withstand the next strike.
"Damn it—.." He cursed in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the lightning pillar about to pour down, the shadow of death never having loomed so tangibly over his heart.
Just as the lightning was about to erupt and turn Nefarian to ash!
Buzz—!!!
The space above Raszageth's head violently twisted and collapsed without warning!
A figure of extreme brilliance—red, blue, green, bronze, and black five-colored light interwoven and entangled—tore through space and suddenly descended! Ekseltus! He had arrived!
Raszageth's scales instantly bristled!
An unprecedented, terrifying pressure, making the charges beneath her scales tremble, descended like an invisible, colossal peak weighing billions of tons! Its oppressive force even far surpassed that of the Earth-Warder Neltharion, whom she faced at her peak!
"Who?!" Raszageth's roar carried clear surprise and anger, but her arrogant instincts made her instantly retaliate!
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