Wrathion was also secretly observing the situation.
Wrathion realized that he would be unable to defeat the Iron Battle Scorpion in a short time, Garrosh smiled smugly, continuing to ring the Sacred Bell.
Anduin, standing on bright Holy Light, was being chased around by Nazgrim and couldn't help at all. He had to keep his distance from the Orcs to maintain the Holy Light within him.
The biggest threat lies with Thrall. Wrathion knew that the cunning Thrall would surely flee if things went wrong.
If the two Dark Shaman were to flank them from behind, attacking from both sides alongside the Iron Battle Scorpion, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Wrathion wanted to give up this opportunity, but a surge of pride suddenly welled up inside him.
The power of the Sha of Pride had unknowingly influenced him.
Wrathion's expression turned serious, and he let out a roar of unwilling anger. A black aura enveloped his entire body. Wrathion made a desperate gamble and revealed his Dragon form.
A black Dragon, over thirty meters long, soared into the sky, its face ferocious and terrifying, its eyes like torches, its sharp horns gleaming with a cold light, and its enormous wings obscuring the sun.
Wrathion extended his powerful dragon claws, grabbed the two pincers of the Iron Battle Scorpion, and with a fierce pull, empowered by dark energy, tore the Iron Battle Scorpion's body apart.
The Black Dragon truly lives up to its reputation as one of the most powerful creatures in the world. The Iron Battle Scorpion's parts were scattered all over the ground, and among them, the crystalline skeleton was actually made of dragon bones.
Garrosh, who was ringing the bell, was taken aback; this meant that Wrathion was truly going all out.
Then, in a fit of rage, Wrathion opened his dragon mouth and unleashed Shadowflame upon Garrosh.
Garrosh remained calm and continued to ring the Sacred Bell, a blood-red shield protecting him and the Sacred Bell.
Wrathion was slightly surprised, recognizing it as the Life Shield of the Red Dragonflight, formed from the life essence of the Red Dragonflight. Back then, the Burning Legion and the Orcs killed tens of thousands of Red Dragons on Mount Hyjal and extracted a considerable amount of their Red Dragon essence.
Garrosh examined Wrathion's dragon body and asked in surprise:
"It seems you are very familiar with the bodies of the Black Dragonflight, and you can even Proficiency use Shadowflame. Who exactly are you? Could you really be the son of Deathwing?"
Wrathion remained silent, took a deep breath, and prepared for his second Shadowflame.
Garrosh's expression turned serious. His Life Shield could only withstand three Shadowflames at most. The ritual wasn't over yet, and Garrosh couldn't give up so easily.
At the critical moment, Garrosh had to sacrifice some soldiers. One hundred Orcs who had not completed the Sha energy infusion were forcibly stopped. They received Garrosh's order, wielding their scythe-like arms, and charged towards Wrathion in his Dragon form.
These demonic Orcs were incredibly powerful; even Dragon's body couldn't withstand a one-on-one confrontation with them. Wrathion hurriedly flapped his wings and flew into the air.
In doing so, he distanced himself from Garrosh, pushing him beyond the effective range of the Dragon's Breath.
Seeing Wrathion in his Dragon form fly into the air, Thrall knew that all was lost. While fending off the attacks of the two Dark Shaman, he reached into his robes and pulled out a Teleportation Scroll.
This Teleportation Scroll was personally drawn by Wrathion, and it was the source of Thrall's confidence in participating in this operation.
Thrall hurriedly tore open the Teleportation Scroll, but the expected teleportation did not occur.
Earthbreaker Haromm laughed loudly, "Thrall, the power of the Dark Shaman permeates every inch of this space; your teleportation spell has lost its effect."
"Tidespeaker Kardris. "Twisted winds, corrupting all beings! The power of the True Horde will prevail! Die, Thrall!"
Thrall's heart sank, a wave of despair washing over him, but he managed to muster the strength to face the two Dark Shaman.
Neither of these two Shaman was weaker than him, and their combined efforts were exquisite, causing Thrall to suffer repeated defeats.
While flying in the air, Wrathion was safe and could escape at any time, but his pride made him unwilling to leave just like that. There was a way to break the deadlock: to exchange opponents with Anduin.
With Garrosh immobilized by the Life Shield, Anduin could easily deal with the hundred demonized Orcs, his Power of the Holy Light allowing him to prevail.
Wrathion dealt with the Orcs Nazgrim with far too much ease.
Thinking of this, Wrathion roared, "Anduin!"
Anduin heard Wrathion's call, paused for a moment, Wrathion took the opportunity to lock onto him and cast Phase Exchange, instantly switching places with Wrathion Anduin.
Nazgrim realized that the human Prince before him had transformed into a terrifying Dragon, and hurriedly turned to flee. Unfortunately, his personal guards were a little too slow to react and couldn't stop in time. Wrathion opened his maw and swallowed the Orcs that were brought to his mouth, chewing them up greedily, with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
Wrathion's plan was good, but unfortunately Anduin had not received proper training. After switching places with Wrathion, he fell from mid-air, flailing his arms and legs and screaming in fright.
Fortunately, the Power of the Holy Light automatically protected him, Anduin landed on the ground. Although he fell very awkwardly, he was not injured. Seeing that he was surrounded by ferocious demonized Orcs, Anduin momentarily forgot the power of the Holy Light and trembled with fear, not knowing what to do.
"Anduin, rise up and fight! Azeroth awaits your salvation!" Wrathion roared urgently.
Anduin struggled to his feet, closed his eyes, and haphazardly unleashed his Power of the Holy Light.
Although Anduin's spellcasting was completely haphazard, the Power of the Holy Light bestowed upon him by the Naaru was so powerful that it had a certain effect, instantly vaporizing the several demonic Orcs that attacked Anduin.
"Anduin, you damned the Destroyer."
Garrosh was seething with hatred. Every corrupted Orcs here was a vital asset in the conquest of Azeroth, and the loss of each one pained him deeply.
Although Anduin was flustered, he at least managed to stabilize the situation.
Wrathion stood beside the demonic Orcs kneeling on the ground, undergoing transformation by the power of the Sha. He opened his massive maw and spewed out a stream of Shadowflame.
"No!"
With Garrosh's roar, at least Orcs under the Shadowflame.
Garrosh could only order the hundred Orcs to stop their demonic transformation and charge at Wrathion, wielding their scythes. Wrathion, however, was prepared and flew into the air to approach Anduin.
As long as Anduin, this Holy Light turret, exists, no matter how many demonic Orcs come, they will all die.
Wrathion transformed into human form and stood behind Anduin. After all, his Dragon form was too conspicuous and would easily become a target for the Orcs. Wrathion couldn't help but feel a little smug, believing that he had already won.
But what happened next terrified Wrathion.
Thrall was forced to retreat under the attack of the two Dark Shaman, and his thousand elite Orcs were about to be wiped out. Seeing that Anduin was safe, Thrall rushed over without regard for his own safety.
The two Dark Shaman deliberately let him pass, and when Thrall reached Anduin's side, the powerful Holy Light that had enveloped Anduin went out.
Wrathion was so angry his beard bristled, and he roared, "Get out of here, you piece of trash!"
A dark force struck Thrall, but Wrathion had no intention of killing him; he merely wanted to push Thrall away from Anduin.
Unexpectedly, Thrall secretly planted the Grounding Totem, diverting Wrathion's power.
The battle situation changed rapidly. As Wrathion's power was deflected, a demonic Orcs charged forward and slammed into Anduin.
Anduin was smashed to the ground, his flesh mangled and blood gushing out; his fate was unknown.