--- CHAPTER 60: Inheritance of the Earth Guardian ---
"Well, that's a little far off. He's actually afraid that you Pantheon will know. It's okay for us to be careful, but now we have a small problem to deal with. Regarding the fall of the Dragon Aspect Neltharion to Deathwing, he seems to have repented. He was affected by the whispers because of the power of the earth and his lair near the prison of the old god N'Zoth the Corruptor, and the painful groans of the Azeroth star soul, he went crazy."
Arthas recounted the entire story, hoping that Eonar could think of a solution.
"Oh! My poor sister, she is so miserable. Well, then take away his power. But the power of the Earth Guardian must be inherited by someone, so as to suppress the elements and maintain the responsibility of protecting the earth."
Eonar is a Titan. Beings of this level see more, just like they know why there must be a Lich King and a World-Soul Warden.
"But this will inevitably lead to the danger of being corrupted by the whispers of the ancient gods."
What Arthas was worried about was wasting time and energy, and creating another Deathwing, which might be a waste of time and effort for him.
"I can grant a blessing to the new Earth Guardian, making it immune to the effects of the Whisper. As for my sister Whisper, you still need to heal her wounds as soon as possible. She has suffered too much pain. I can temporarily reduce the impact, but I can't completely block it."
There was nothing Eonar could do, and in fact the Titan Pantheon couldn't do much about corruption.
In fact, there is another setting, which is to use the power of Azeroth itself to get rid of the Old Gods. To completely eradicate them, it will not harm Azeroth, and it can be clean and hygienic. It's easy to say, but I have no idea when I sit down.
Arthas' eyes rolled, he seemed to have thought of something, and discussed something with Eonar.
"Well, yes, but I want ten portions of life essence."
"Deal, but you have to condense the entity as soon as possible, then I can give you the essence directly."
Eonar did not agree immediately, but hesitated for a moment, "Aman'thul will not be happy if he finds out."
"Everything is for the cause of resurrection and order. He is still suffering. If you don't return quickly, we will have little chance of winning against the invasion of the Burning Legion under Sargeras."
Arthas almost lied, using the excuse of justice to have making love with a married Titan, this kind of thing is a bit exciting no matter how you think about it! In addition, it is a cuckold for the head of the Pantheon, this kind of thing can definitely make people's adrenaline surge.
But Eonar was not such a casual person. Her IQ was not low at all. She did not agree easily. "I will consider it. Now call them in. I don't have much time. This time, I will sleep longer to help you."
"The life essence I produce can speed up your recovery, right? If you are dormant, how can I call you?"
Arthas was reluctant to part with such a great helper. This was a Titan! With her help and the support of the system, it would only take a few minutes for them to rise!
"If you use it on yourself, I can absorb it. Don't worry about it, it's just dormant. Okay, hurry up and act."
There was a hint of warmth in Eonar's voice, at least it had a little more humanity than her previous emotionless voice!
Arthas was teleported outside the ruins, and saw the Five Dragon Aspects barbecuing here. They seemed bored and actually caught a Devilsaur to barbeque. The poor Devilsaur, as one of the top food chains in the Un'Goro Crater, was skinned and roasted by several giant dragons.
"Are you okay?"
Alleria asked with concern, her pretty face showing sadness. She was not as calm as she was at the beginning. It was her first love and her first marriage, and she was deeply infatuated with Arthas.
Arthas shook his head and smiled at her. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine. I'm fine."
He held Alleria's little hand, giving her silent care and support.
"Everyone, come with me. The matter of Deathwing can be perfectly resolved. The new Black Dragon Aspects will be blessed and will no longer be corrupted by the Old Gods."
Arthas led Alleria in front to lead the way, his tone a little proud.
The Dragon Aspects are basically at the top of the food chain, and now I am fortunate enough to witness the succession of the Dragon Aspects. Hey, be all the Dragon Aspects will serve him. Although the help is limited, a little help is enough. This is laying the foundation for the future, which is good.
The Red Dragon Queen and the Green Dragon Queen looked at each other and showed an expression of "as expected". Even if Deathwing becomes better, he can't be the leader of the Black Dragonflight. The damned black dragons in the past are almost all dead. Now if we change the leader, the remaining black dragons can also play a certain role in helping. One more person is better than one less.
Deathwing was calm, and he could find his power again if he lost it. But if a person went crazy, there was really no hope for him.
The group arrived at the Shaper's Terrace and saw the Titan ruins for the first time. Even Alexstrasza was shocked. The technology here was still advanced even after tens of thousands of years. The dragon race had developed for so long, but there was still no progress at all.
"Onyxia will take over as the new leader of the Black Dragonflight and Guardian of the Earth."
Nablya said calmly, without any respect for the Dragon Aspects. In the Shaper's Terrace, or even in the Un'Goro Ring, even if Loken came, he would not be able to gain any advantage. The advantage of fighting at home should not be too obvious.
"Is that what Titan meant?"
Deathwing asked calmly.
"yes."
Nablya also answered very straightforwardly.
"I have one condition, Your Highness. If you marry Onyxia, I will promise to make her the new Dragon Aspect, and I will give her all my wealth without reservation. As for me, I will follow my brother to atone for his sins, and perhaps you can resurrect Sindragosa."
Deathwing suddenly asked, "Why is it so obvious to give your daughter to Arthas?"
The revelation of Deathwing's plight weighed heavily, his descent into madness a tapestry of corrupting influences. Arthas's plea sought resolution, Eonar's empathy stirring for Azeroth's tormented soul.
Her decree stripped power yet demanded succession, guardianship's mantle essential for elemental equilibrium.
Arthas's internal quip masked strategic calculation, essence a bargaining chip for alliance.
Concerns of recurring corruption prompted Eonar's boon—immunity to whispers, tempered relief for Azeroth's agony.
Eradication via planetary essence loomed as ideal, yet elusive in practice.
Arthas's cunning dialogue with Eonar veiled ambition, her demand for essence a transactional pivot.
Hesitation invoked Aman'thul's shadow, Arthas's righteous facade masking thrill of transgression.
Eonar's deferral clung to caution, urgency pressing her toward slumber.
Arthas's insistence on recovery methods underscored dependency, her absorption mechanism a lifeline.
Teleported outward, the Aspects' impromptu feast—Devilsaur roasting—contrasted ancient solemnity.
Alleria's worry elicited reassurance, her deepening affection evident in tender gestures.
Arthas's proclamation heralded resolution, pride lacing his guidance.
Witnessing ascension promised leverage, foundational for future endeavors.
Queens exchanged knowing glances, succession a pragmatic shift for black dragon remnants.
Deathwing's equanimity belied loss, atonement a path forward.
The terrace's unveiling awed, timeless engineering eclipsing draconic stagnation.
Nablya's declaration elevated Onyxia, her indifference a home-field assertion.
Deathwing's query confirmed Titan intent, his condition—marital alliance—proffering wealth and redemption, Sindragosa's revival a poignant addendum.
His blunt inquiry probed paternal motives, transparency in the offering.
--- END OF CHAPTER 60 ---