Boom!
The ten cannons fired almost simultaneously, spewing out Fervor magical flames and accurately hitting their targets.
The ten massive Dragonbone Airships were unable to dodge in time and were all transformed into raging Fireballs, rolling down from the sky and burning to ashes along with ten thousand Orcs soldiers.
Amidst the blazing flames and billowing smoke, the souls of colossal Dragons emerged. The destruction of the Dragonbone Airship had granted them release, and they gradually vanished.
At the same time, the souls of the ten Dalaran Archmages also appeared, many of them with tears in their eyes, gazing gratefully at the Wrathgate.
"Good!"
Thrall silently cheered in his heart.
The battle atop the Wrathgate is drawing to a close, Bolvar's soldiers have once again emerged victorious.
With the loss of 10,000 soldiers on the Dragonbone Airship, Garrosh's 30,000-strong army, along with his ambitions, was shattered.
At least for now, Thrall's position as chieftain is safe.
Thrall was searching for Garrosh, intending to take the opportunity to mock him, but found that Garrosh had disappeared.
Seeing that things were not going well, they immediately fled to avoid being harmed, without any hesitation.
Such courage and vision are rare in the world; he is truly a leader among Orcs, a hero among heroes.
Thrall secretly admired him; only Garrosh like this was worthy of being Thrall's lifelong enemy.
Wyrmrest Temple.
The Dragonbone Airships were all destroyed, and the souls of the people were freed. Krasus immediately sensed this and exclaimed with joy:
"Your Majesty, the souls of our people have finally found peace."
The Red Dragon Queen lowered her head and pondered for a long while, then suddenly raised her head and said fiercely:
"Duke Bolvar has colluded with the Scourge, plotting to destroy Azeroth. His crimes are unforgivable, and we, the Red Dragon, cannot stand idly by. Krasus, make preparations; we will need to lend a helping hand if necessary."
Krasus looked utterly bewildered and asked:
"Your Majesty, why did you make this decision?"
The Red Dragon Queen sighed and lowered her voice:
"Krasus, don't you understand? The souls of our people have been freed, and the Orcs invasion has been thwarted. Although we are not directly involved, it will certainly arouse the suspicion of Elune. In order to survive in this world, we must make our stance clear."
The Dragon Mage Krasus understood; this was the helplessness of the weak.
Krasus went down to prepare for battle, with the Red Dragonflight ready to join the battle at the Wrathgate at any time.
Garrosh's 30,000- Orcs army was thus annihilated, and the Wrathgate remained firmly in the hands of Duke Bolvar.
King Varian felt both uneasy and somewhat relieved. The Alliance's 50,000-strong army had become the strongest force in the coalition and should rightfully be the main force in attacking the Wrathgate.
But Thrall did not give King Varian the opportunity to achieve great things.
"Garrosh is a stupid piece of trash."
Thrall cursed and turned to look at Dranosh Saurfang.:
"Dranosh, we are like brothers. Garrosh has disappointed me too much. The responsibility of saving Azeroth can only be borne by you. I am tired. You are the future of the Horde."
Dranosh was overjoyed upon hearing this, as it was practically tantamount to designating a successor to the chieftainship.
But Dranosh did not lose his head and remained quite rational.
Previously, Dranosh led his army into Northrend, but before achieving any success, he was ambushed by the Scourge at night, resulting in the annihilation of his entire army.
Dranosh has finally amassed 20,000 soldiers, which will be crucial for his future struggle for the chieftainship. He must proceed with caution.
Maintaining an army is extremely costly.
Although Saurfang the Great amassed a fortune in Ahn'Qiraj, he was poor at business and didn't know how to make money, so he simply squandered his wealth.
After years of attrition, Saurfang the Great's resources are running out. If he loses these 20,000 soldiers, he will lack the funds to rebuild his forces. Therefore, he cherishes his troops all the more.
The Wrathgate are easy to defend but difficult to attack, and Dranosh doesn't have any Dragonbone Airships.
Fortunately, Dranosh had already received instructions from Saurfang the Great not to engage the Fordragon Legion in a direct confrontation, but instead to resort to tactics commonly used by the Orcs.
"Haha, I am very confident of winning this war."
Dranosh, confident in his abilities, turned to King Varian and asked, "King Varian, are you willing to Consecration everything to Azeroth?"
Varian was startled by this, wondering what it meant.
Does this mean we should have the Alliance cooperate in the operation? What if we end up as cannon fodder?
Just as he was wondering how to answer, Dranosh grinned:
"King Majesty, please rest assured, I do not need your soldiers to fight. They only need to vouch for me. I wish to challenge Duke Bolvar and have a one-on-one duel with him."
After hearing this, Thrall's eyes lit up, and he praised:
"Very well, Dranosh, this is the great tradition of the Orcs, not the shameless escape like Garrosh. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."
Dranosh, with a compassionate expression, said in a deliberately profound tone:
"I cannot bear to see my soldiers bleed and die, so I wish to resolve this matter through a duel. King Majesty, I hope you will assure Duke Bolvar that this will be a fair duel. Too many people have died in this war, and the cries of countless Restless Souls fill my heart with anguish. I simply want the war to end quickly, for the benefit of both sides."
Varian asked doubtfully, "What if Bolvar refuses?"
Dranosh grinned, revealing a ferocious smile:
"I am the symbol of the Horde's honor, Saurfang the Great. Our family is of noble character and has never committed any act of ambush. Noble blood flows in my veins. Duke Bolvar is a warrior, and I believe you can persuade him, Your King."
Varian hesitated for a long time. Varian had heard about Saurfang the Great's character before. The King of Azeroth, he was even more terrifying than Orgrimmar back then.
But Saurfang the Great had an excellent reputation and many supporters, so no one dared to speak the truth.
"Alright, I'll give it a try," Varian said in a low voice.
Wrathgate.
Varian entered the Wrathgate as he wished and met Duke Bolvar. In his memory, Varian was very familiar with the Duke, but for some reason, he felt a sense of unfamiliarity with him.
"This is our first meeting, isn't it, Your Majesty?" King Duke Bolvar said meaningfully.
The feeling of unfamiliarity lingered, but Varian set it aside for the moment and said directly:
"Duke Bolvar, too many have already perished in this war, and the soldiers yearn for peace. In the name of the King of Stormwind City, I swear that you and Dranosh will have a fair duel, and the loser must surrender unconditionally."
"A simple trick."
Bolvar scoffed, "The reputation of the King Stormwind City is worthless."
"The King's glory is more important than life itself," Varian retorted loudly.
Bolvar chuckled coldly:
"Your life is as worthless as your glory, Your King. I do not trust you, nor do I trust those savage Orcs. Since the Dark Portal opened, have the Orcs ever done a single honorable thing? If you can give me one example, I will accept this duel."
Varian was stunned. Despite the Orcs' constant talk of honor, their actions were full of treachery, hypocrisy, lies, and cruelty. He couldn't find a single example to refute them.
"The Orcs once..." Varian couldn't finish his sentence.
"You once cruelly devoured King Llane," Bolvar scoffed. "That's probably the only glorious thing you've ever done."