Garrosh's face contorted in a rage as he grabbed Rhonin by the collar and roared viciously.
Rhonin was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he trembled so much that he couldn't speak. After a long while, he finally pleaded:
"General, Dalaran will surely find a way!"
Garrosh tossed Rhonin away like a toy, causing him to fall Rhonin in excruciating pain, nearly knocking him unconscious.
"Foolish Dalaran Mages, you're all a bunch of useless trash. Luckily, I was prepared."
Behind the army, a Thunder roar echoed, faintly mixed with the painful howls of Dragons. Ten enormous black ships slowly flew over.
Those were ten enormous Horde airships, constructed from countless skeletons. On the sides of the airships, there were ten dragon heads with their eyes tightly closed, their expressions contorted, as if they were enduring pain.
The entire airship was shrouded in a mysterious gray mist, carrying an indescribable eerie aura.
Vol'jin gripped his fangs tightly, staring dumbfounded at the ten airships in the sky, and asked nervously, "Emperor Archaeus protecting us? My God, what are those?"
Eitrigg was so frightened that he trembled all over, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up.
Thrall sighed helplessly and said with a wry smile:
"The Dragonbone Airship, Doras actually built it!"
"Dragonbone Airship?"
Vol'jin paused for a moment, waiting for Thrall's explanation.
Thrall looked very unwell.
Garrosh's unveiling of such a terrifying Secret Weapon proves that his competitiveness for the Warchief position has increased even further.
If Garrosh really wins, Thrall will probably have to relinquish his Warchief position on the spot.
Thrall, hands behind his back, gazed at the sky, his voice tinged with melancholy, and slowly said:
"At Mount Hyjal, the Red Dragonflight lost tens of thousands of members. Most of their Dragon Souls became fuel for the Legion Forges, and their dragon bones were processed into building materials. However, a small number of dragon bones and Dragon Souls fell into the hands of Doras, and there are rumors that this mad woman intends to use the dragon bones to build airships."
Vol'jin stared in astonishment at the dragon head on the airship. It would take the bones of at least ten adult Dragons to forge an airship, and the Dragon Souls would also have to be locked inside.
This represents a severe contempt for the Red Dragonflight, treating them like livestock.
Rhonin, who had fallen to the ground, looked at the ten Dragonbone Airships in the sky, trembling with fear.
During the construction of the Dragonbone Airship, Dalaran secretly provided technical support. To ensure the airship's operation, ten powerful Archmages were forced to transform into Liches, their souls sealed within the airship.
At that time, Rhonin did not have a good chance of successfully developing the Dragonbone Airship; he only provided some support due to coercion.
"Doras actually succeeded! Garrosh is about to become the Warchief Horde."
Rhonin muttered to himself, a lot on his mind in an instant.
Garrosh is even more ferocious than Thrall; it may not be long before Azeroth is left with only the orcs as an intelligent race.
Rhonin didn't cherish his own life; his hands were stained with the blood of innocents. Being eaten by the Orcs could be seen as a kind of relief.
But what about his wife and two children?
"It seems we have no choice but to use that magic."
For years, Rhonin had been secretly researching a mysterious magic, inspired by the Orb of Deception, called the Permanent Beastification Spell.
Once this magic is used, any race can permanently transform into an Orcs form and possess Orcs power, enough to fool the real thing.
Wyrmrest Temple.
The Red Dragon Queen awoke with a start from a nightmare, her dragon eyes gazing towards the Wrathgate. Krasus was carefully attending to her beside her. The Red Dragon Queen asked, feigning ignorance:
"Krasus, I hear the wails of my people's souls. Tell me, what has happened?"
The Dragon Mage Krasus said with a heavy heart:
"Queen, it's the Horde's ten Dragonbone Airships. They tortured the souls of our people in the most cruel way, cruelly transforming them into Dragon Wraith, using the power of these spirits to propel the airships forward."
The Red Dragon Queen stood there for a long while, then slowly closed her eyes.
Regret, inner turmoil, pain, disappointment!
The Red Dragon Queen was tormented by a mix of emotions, but she could only choose to remain silent.
Ten Dragonbone Airships landed before the Orcs army. These terrifying behemoths resembled small mountains filled with vengeful spirits, bringing a heavy sense of oppression.
In fact, Garrosh was quite cautious, just like Thrall, and was wary of the Scourge. It wasn't until Scourge Scourge's main force disappeared and its minions were severely weakened that he dared to unleash his Secret Weapon.
"Thrall!"
Garrosh deliberately boasted loudly:
"My ten airships are so magnificent and powerful. With such terrifying weapons, how can the Orcs worry about conquering the entire Azeroth Continent?"
Thrall gritted his teeth in hatred, but could only force a smile:
"Ten Dragonbone Airships are indeed impressive."
Garrosh said viciously:
"I believe only the position of the Horde 'Warchief is worthy of these ten Dragonbone Airships. After we conquer the Wrathgate, I hope that some ungrateful good-for-nothing will voluntarily abdicate. Otherwise, I will devour his flesh and seal his soul within the Dragonbone Airships, subjecting him to torment day and night."
Thrall was trembling with rage, but he had to maintain a smile.
Garrosh laughed heartily and directed the soldiers to board the Dragonbone Airship.
Each Dragonbone Airship can carry a thousand Orcs soldiers, so ten airships would carry ten thousand.
With ten thousand Orcs scaling the city walls, Duke Bolvar's three thousand royal guards are doomed to defeat.
Rumble!
Ten Dragonbone Airships, filled with soldiers, slowly rose into the air, carrying with them Garrosh's terrifying ambition.
Suddenly, a mysterious mist surged from the walls of the Wrathgate, obscuring the entire wall.
But this did not deter Garrosh's determination. With a command from Garrosh, ten Dragonbone Airships lined up in a row.
The Dragon heads on the ship's side simultaneously opened their mouths, and with a painful howl, spewed black and red flames at the city walls.
Once the five dragon heads on one side had finished spewing flames, the Dragonbone Airship turned around in unison, and the dragon heads on the other side began to spew flames as well, ensuring that every inch of the city wall was covered in flames.
Then, the Dragonbone Airship lowered countless ropes, and the Orcs soldiers slid down the ropes, landing on the mist-covered city walls.
The sounds of fierce fighting soon broke the silence, with roars from Orcs and shouts from human soldiers proving that many defenders were still alive after the terrible baptism of Dragon's Breath.
Garrosh below frowned. All ten thousand soldiers had already climbed the city walls, but the battle cries grew increasingly fierce. One could imagine that the two sides were engaged in a fierce battle in the mist.
The ten airships had already retreated to their camp. The shouts of battle continued for a long time before gradually subsiding. The mist that had enveloped the city walls dissipated, surprising everyone.
On the city wall, a thick layer of Orcs and human corpses lay piled up, limbs and severed bodies littered the ground, and blood flowed like a river on the wall. Ten thousand Orcs soldiers had been completely wiped out.
Approximately five hundred human soldiers were the final victors, and they methodically cleaned up the Battlefield. A loud bugle call sounded, and more human soldiers climbed the city walls.
Garrosh's eyes widened in fury; he couldn't believe that the Orcs were at a disadvantage in close combat, a result he found hard to accept.
King Varian suddenly seemed to remember something and murmured:
"I've heard that Duke Bolvar expanded his army by 100,000 with the help of the Scourge Army; perhaps it's true."