Inside a dark, gloomy hall, Duke Bolvar stood dressed in jet-black armor, holding a skull-shaped warhammer.
He was surrounded by a large number of soldiers, who were fighting against the thirty Fel Demon Dragons.
The Fel Demon Dragons in their Demons form were simply too powerful. Bolvar's soldiers were no match for them, and the thirty Fel Demon Dragons were slaughtering his men with overwhelming force.
Bolvar was the only one who could barely hold off the Fel Demon Dragon, but as his soldiers continued to fall, Bolvar gradually became isolated and surrounded.
It seems the Fel Demon Dragon is about to win; the Red Dragon Queen had intended to observe from the entrance of the hall.
Unfortunately, the ten tribespeople she brought were all too young, generally no more than ten thousand years old, lacking experience, and at the age of impulsive passion.
Ten Adult Red Dragons roared and charged into the hall, leaving the Red Dragon Queen with no choice but to follow behind.
After the Red Dragonflight joined the battle, Bolvar's soldiers were quickly reduced to few and surrounded. But Bolvar didn't care, as a large amount of Power of the Holy Light protected him.
"Bolvar, surrender now! How much longer can you hold out? You'll become Garrosh's food," the Red Dragon Queen sneered. "This is the Destiny of mankind."
Bolvar immediately retorted, "I've heard that tens of thousands of Red Dragons perished in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, and their flesh is stored in Orgrimmar, Orcs still haven't finished eating."
The Red Dragon Queen roared in fury, "You're courting death!"
Thirty Fel Demon Dragons, plus ten Adult Red Dragons, besieged Bolvar. Bolvar could only barely hold on thanks to his Divine Shield. Once the Divine Shield disappeared, his death was imminent.
Bolvar suddenly raised his skull warhammer, and from him, a terrifying chill rapidly spread outwards, freezing the thirty Fel Demon Dragon were caught off guard.
The ten Adult Red Dragons, however, were incredibly clever and quickly used their own Flame power to resist the cold.
Unfortunately, the power of this chilling aura was limited, and the Fel Demon Dragon was about to break free when the Red Dragon Queen sneered, "What, even self-proclaimed Paladins are abandoning the Holy Light and turning to the Evil power of Frost?"
Bolvar whispered:
"The Scourge Army's Death Knights fight with blood, Frost, and Fel power. Kel'Thuzad has a new theory: the power of life's Flames. By fusing the Dragonkin's Flame with the Death Knights ' Frost power, as long as balance is maintained, immense power can be gained."
"What are you saying?" The Red Dragon Queen suddenly sensed something was wrong.
Bolvar cried out, "Succeed before the Scourge!"
The floor, walls, and ceiling of the hall suddenly lit up, countless Runes flashed, a terrifying power permeated the surroundings, and large black shadows emerged.
The shadowy figures formed Chains of Order, as dense as a spider web, binding all the Dragonkin present.
Thirty Fel Demon Dragons, the Red Dragon Queen, and ten Adult Red Dragons were instantly trapped like flies in a spider web, unable to move. Black Chains of Order pierced the Dragonkin's bodies, drawing away their Flame power.
"Damn it, this was definitely a trap."
The Red Dragon Queen was terrified. After all, she was Dragon Aspects, and she broke one Chains of Order after another. Unfortunately, those chains seemed endless, and the Red Dragon Queen could only protect herself.
The power of Flame flowed into Bolvar's skull warhammer and armor, and crimson flames roared. Bolvar swung the warhammer and whispered, "I can feel this power. Frost and fire are merging, their power increasing rather than canceling each other out."
Seeing the ten Red Dragons fall into a state of lethargy, the Red Dragon Queen pleaded:
"Duke Bolvar, humans and Dragonkin have always been good friends. Please be lenient."
Bolvar looked at the Red Dragon Queen and sneered, "Queen, things have come to this point, there is no room for reconciliation between us. Since you like Orcs so much, I will give your body to Garrosh, fulfilling your wish to be eaten by the Orcs. May your soul find peace."
"Damn it, you're the one who wants to be eaten by Orcs."
The Red Dragon Queen was enraged, and more and more black chains appeared, keeping her busy. As Bolvar absorbed more and more Flame power, his strength increased, and the Red Dragon Queen's defeat was only a matter of time.
Seeing thirty Fel Demon Dragons lying on the ground, their fates unknown, and ten Adult Red Dragons on the verge of death, the Red Dragon Queen finally realized that she could not save her people.
The Red Dragon Queen took a deep breath and then exhaled a burst of multicolored Dragon's Breath.
The Dragon's Breath was terrifying. The black Chains of Order in the hall were completely destroyed, and thirty Fel Demon Dragons and ten Adult Red Dragons turned to ashes in an instant. Bolvar seemed to have been prepared and used Divine Shield to protect his entire body.
This terrifying Dragon's Breath ignited the entire Wrathgate, melting the iron-solid walls and causing them to burn like rotten wood.
Rumble!
With a terrifying roar, part of the city wall exploded, and the Red Dragon Queen, her body wreathed in five-colored flames, flapped her wings and flew towards the Wyrmrest Temple.
Watching the Red Dragon Queen's retreating figure, the Emissary chuckled dismissively:
"Some people, you can never get them to use their true strength unless you push them. This must be the Red Dragon Queen's Primordial Dragon Flame, accumulated over ten thousand years, her trump card, capable of igniting everything in the world. It's a pity that even after ten thousand years of accumulation, she only has this one breath."
Garrosh, standing to the side, was secretly surprised. So the Emissary had this other purpose. The burning Wrathgate illuminated the sky crimson, Garrosh said smugly, "Duke Bolvar will certainly not escape. It seems no one can stop our advance."
The Emissary his hand and calmly said, "Don't rush. The time is not yet ripe. The Alliance's death toll is not high enough. I know Thrall; his ambitions go far beyond this."
Icecrown Citadel.
Kel'Thuzad sat on the round platform, carefully examining Taelan Fordring before him.
Yesterday, ten thousand Alliance soldiers perished at Icecrown Citadel. Kel'Thuzad, following the instructions of Elune, attempted to resurrect Taelan Fordring using their souls and flesh.
However, it failed inexplicably. Kel'Thuzad carefully examined each step but could not find any error.
Robbie was also puzzled. After checking and confirming several times that everything was correct, Robbie scratched his head and said, "Do we really have to go through with that step?"
"That makes absolutely no sense!" Kel'Thuzad said, puzzled. "I believe the sacrifice's subjective will would not affect the experimental results."
Elune's Ten Thousand Souls Resurrection Technique has only one step that cannot be replicated: making the sacrifices willingly give their lives for the resurrected.
Although the Moon Goddess used Y'Shaarj's amplified emotional power to drive ten thousand Argent Crusade soldiers to sacrifice themselves for Tirion Fordring, Taelan is not Tirion Fordring. He is now the Lich King, and these Alliance soldiers who have invaded have no reason to sacrifice themselves for him.
Kel'Thuzad summoned the Scourge mages within Icecrown Citadel. After deliberation, they concluded that they could only proceed strictly according to the steps of Elune. Fortunately, the Scourge had already obtained a piece of Y'Shaarj's flesh from the Argent Tournament.
Finally, only one question remained: what reason did these Alliance soldiers who had stormed in have to die for Taelan? This put everyone in a dilemma.