"Release those monsters?! What in the world are you thinking?!" Rabisargos's roar was like a clap of thunder, momentarily even overpowering the buzzing of the swarm. "Malygos and—have strictly forbidden us from touching the seal!"
Arcane energy began to surge around the blue dragon.
His massive dragon wings spread wide, completely blocking the front of the seal.
That posture clearly indicated he would stop Nefarian at all costs!
His dislike and fear of Dracthyr transformed into an undeniable refusal at this moment!
Facing Rabisargos's fury, the depths of Nefarian's dark red vertical pupils still held cold rationality.
"I am doing this to prevent a greater disaster!" His voice also suddenly rose, overriding the other's roar. "Isn't it better to release them now and control them before they are corrupted, rather than sitting idly by while the seal is gnawed through, unleashing an army of monsters completely twisted by the Old Gods?!"
"Moreover, according to your description," Nefarian's words quickened, trying to seize a fleeting chance to persuade the blue dragon, "the Healing Wing Camp is just a support force! They might not be uncontrollable—"
"Controllable?! That's a huge joke!" Rabisargos interrupted sharply, his dragon claws pointing fiercely at the "cocoons" within the glowing seal with a whooshing sound. "Look closely! They are war machines created by Deathwing himself!"
"They are monsters! Not allies! Once released, who can guarantee they won't turn against us? Who can?!"
His massive tail club slammed heavily onto the ground, sending shattered rock flying, accompanied by a colossal sound like a death knell: "Absolutely not! I would rather die here than let you touch that seal even a single bit!"
The atmosphere in the cave instantly dropped to freezing point, leaving only the buzzing of the swarm for a moment.
Nefarian gazed at the blue dragon before him, trapped by both duty and fear, becoming fanatical, and the last shred of his desire to persuade him completely extinguished.
Rabisargos's prejudice against Dracthyr was deeply rooted; any proposal of release was sacrilege and betrayal in his eyes.
Nefarian took a deep breath of the air, mixed with a sickly sweet stench of decay, forcing down the surging irritation and misunderstood anger in his chest.
A violent killing intent, originating from the depths of his black dragon bloodline, almost broke through the dam of his reason. If he had been unpurified, he would have long since pounced forward, using his claws to tear open the throat of this troublesome blue dragon!
However, the flame of light his mentor had left in the depths of his soul, and the heavy mission he bore, were like cold chains, pulling him back tightly.
Furthermore, a conflict breaking out here, a fight between two giant dragons, would very likely directly affect, or even destroy, the already eroding seal, with unthinkable consequences!
He no longer tried to explain, merely casting a cold glance at the enraged Rabisargos.
"Very well," Nefarian's voice returned to a cold calm, in stark contrast to Rabisargos's fury, "Guard your duty, blue dragon."
"I hope that when the seal finally breaks and the corrupted monsters pour out, your stubbornness—can become the first dam to stop them."
Before he had even finished speaking, he abruptly turned, his massive dragon wings stirring up a gust of air, and flapped away without hesitation, speeding back through the passage he had come from.
Leaving Rabisargos alone to face the buzzing swarm and the sleeping "monsters."
Nefarian had to find another way.
In fact, after he calmed down and re-evaluated, he realized that with the current rate of the swarm's erosion, the seal would not be breached in a short time.
Besides, he still had his powerful mentor as a fallback; things wouldn't collapse to an unmanageable extent no matter what—
He was actually a little curious about how much things would have to collapse before his mentor couldn't fix them.
Then some bad ideas uncontrollably popped into his mind.
Nefarian quickly shook his head, shaking off these bad thoughts.
No matter what, his mentor could handle him with ease.
"Since I thought of my mentor, did he point me in a direction before? I was completely confused by these blue dragons."
He muttered to himself, then looked towards the west side of Forbidden Isolated Island, where there might be more clues.
The most urgent task was to find the source of his father Neltharion's initial corruption by NZoth—this was both the first step to saving his father and the primary mission his mentor had given him!
Nefarian's dragon wings tore through the sea wind, sweeping over the inky sea, and finally landed precisely on the northernmost tip of the western subsidiary island.
Gale-force winds, carrying salty moisture, lashed against his scales.
This was exactly the location Ekseltus had indicated before leaving.
He raised his front claw, and his fingertip gently pressed against the rock wall.
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