Senior Advisor Valrego turned to Khadgar and said, "Hey, I'm not good with women, you go."
There were no women among the Ogres, Khadgar understood. He stepped forward and shouted, "Sylvanas, you have lost. Relinquish the position of Warchief, and you will be spared."
Sylvanas smiled alluringly and said, "Have you forgotten that you've made this Pandaren the Warchief? Pandaren are just food."
Khadgar replied, "Times have changed. Even if Thrall were to resurrect, he would have no choice but to surrender."
"Yes, times have changed," Sylvanas raised her voice. "But Thrall's most loyal henchman is still alive, and he won't stand for it."
"Thrall's lackey, could it be?" Khadgar's heart skipped a beat.
A series of resounding dragon roars echoed from the sky. Everyone looked up and saw a group of golden Dragons flying swiftly in under the bright sunlight. Their golden scales reflected the sunlight, forming rainbows that were breathtakingly beautiful. Leading the group was a massive adult Dragon, almost as large as the Red Dragon Queen.
"One hundred Holy Dragons." Sensing the terrifying Power of the Holy Light of the leader, the Holy Dragon, Khadgar recognized the familiar soul within the Dragon's body and whispered, "Tirion Fordring."
Sylvanas laughed wildly, "Whenever the Orcs face a critical moment of life or death, the despicable and wicked Tirion Fordring will stand up and fight bravely for the Orcs, even at the cost of his own life. Khadgar, don't you understand? Only the despicable live forever."
One hundred Holy Dragons blotted out the sky, forming an orderly procession under Tirion Fordring's leadership. They suddenly swooped down, unleashing Holy Light Dragon's Breath. Under the terrifying heat, Tectus's mountain-like body melted, and seeing the danger, he hurriedly hid underground.
"Holy Dragon?"
High Advisor Valrego frowned. The Dragonkin were at the pinnacle of Azeroth's biological pyramid, and the proud Ogre had long harbored a desire to learn from them.
"Flying is prohibited in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms."
Valrego removed his staff and loudly cast a spell, explaining that the most effective way to deal with Dragons was to use No-Fly spells.
The hundred Holy Dragons paused, and under Tirion Fordring's leadership, their wings flapped at a specific frequency, creating ripples in the space and breaking the No-Fly spell.
Valrego paused, then nodded, shaking his enormous head, and said, "Interesting."
Kelage, standing to the side, spread his arms, once again conjuring up Titans arm several kilometers long, and fiercely grabbed at the Holy Dragonflights.
Tirion Fordring was prepared; a hundred Holy Dragons were stacked one on top of another, and Holy Light merged them to form an incomparably enormous Holy Dragon.
The terrifying, Holy Dragon stretched out its claws to wrestle with Kelage, countless Runes flashing on its claws, and the two were evenly matched.
Valrego's expression turned serious as he recognized the Runes on the dragon's claws as originating from the Titans. The Dragons of Azeroth all possessed Titans Power, which someone had unleashed.
The Runes on Kelage's Titans arm also came from the Titans, but unfortunately, his arm was just an energy form, while the arm of the Holy Dragon was real. The two were locked in a stalemate for a while, and Kelage gradually couldn't hold on any longer, and cracks appeared on his arm.
Valrego was secretly surprised. He bit his finger and touched it to his forehead, whereupon a golden vertical eye appeared, staring intently at Tirion Fordring, his expression growing increasingly serious.
Kelage could no longer hold on. His body swayed violently, his Titans arm shattered, and he fell to the ground, spitting out blood.
Valrego raised his hand to heal Kelage, then pointed his staff at the Holy Dragon.
"Holy Light."
Endless Holy Light condensed, forming a Holy Light arm a thousand meters long, its five fingers reaching out to grab the Holy Dragon.
This arm was merely a delaying tactic; Tirion Fordring swung his dragon claws and shattered the Holy Light arm, and Kelage had already stood up.
Almost simultaneously, the earth cracked open, and a rocky arm enveloped in intense Holy Light reached into the sky, seizing the Holy Dragon.
Tectus jumped in to join the battle, Chen Stormstout looked tense, and Khadgar leaned in and whispered:
"Valrego secretly told me that he's planning to escape and that we should prepare accordingly."
"What, escaped? Why?" Chen Stormstout asked, looking puzzled.
After the rocky arm shattered, Kelage leaped onto Tectus's back, whereupon two more Titans arms materialized and rained down on the Holy Dragon.
Tirion Fordring nimbly dodged, occasionally unleashing a breath of Holy Light Dragon's Breath; the two seemed evenly matched.
Khadgar explained, "Valrego just used arcane magic to scout ahead; Tirion Fordring wasn't using his full strength. Once he gets serious, we're all dead."
"Are we just going to give up like this? I'm not willing to accept it!" Chen Stormstout clenched his fists in anger. Valrego secretly cast a spell, and two red orbs of light appeared in his palms. Inside the orbs were two figures, one was Kelage, and the other was Tectus.
Khadgar whispered, "This is Highmaul's supreme sorcery, called Blood Sacrifice Fate. Its effect is similar to the Lich's Phylactery. It seems Valrego has already prepared for the worst."
While Chen Stormstout was still hesitating, Khadgar had already begun preparing to escape. With a swift movement, he created two Khadgars, one remaining stationary while the other concealed itself.
Sylvanas, sensing something amiss, fired an arrow from afar, which Chen Stormstout, his heart sinking.
The purpose of this arrow was not to injure anyone, but to lock onto Chen Stormstout, preventing him from escaping like Khadgar.
"What should I do? I'm so close to success, am I just going to give up now?"
Across from the Emperor's Reach, Taran Zhu is likely also watching this side. If Sylvanas wins, Taran Zhu will not fare any better.
Kelage's boxing skills were quite good. Tirion Fordring was in mid-air and couldn't dodge in time. He was hit multiple times in succession. With a loud bang, the fused Dragon split apart, and a hundred Holy Dragons scattered and fled.
"Could we be about to win?" Chen Stormstout was overjoyed.
Tirion Fordring's face darkened, and his narrow dragon eyes revealed a mocking look. He transformed into a stream of light and suddenly burrowed into Kelage's body.
Kelage silently watched his own body suddenly shatter into pieces, leaving no trace of his remains. Tirion Fordring flew out and then burrowed into Tectus's body.
Chen Stormstout, his mouth agape, exclaimed, "Tirion Fordring has transformed himself into Holy Light!"
Khadgar's avatar shook his head and said, "It's not just that. Tirion Fordring's Holy Light is more advanced. To be honest, I can only see the surface of it."
Tectus's mountain-like body shattered, Valrego let out a strange cry before disappearing from the spot. He used Blood Sacrifice Fate to preserve his soul, giving Kelage and Tectus a chance to be reborn.
"Here, take this." Khadgar's avatar handed a Teleportation Scroll to Chen Stormstout before disappearing.
Chen Stormstout smiled bitterly as Sylvanas walked towards him step by step. Although he had Teleportation Scroll in hand, he couldn't escape once he was locked on.
Unless Sylvanas is defeated.
The light returned to its original form as the Holy Dragon Tirion Fordring, looking down Pride at Chen Stormstout.
Three Pandaren, two men and one woman, were hiding in a thicket in the distance, secretly watching the battle unfold.
Jaina sighed, "It's over. When did Tirion Fordring become so powerful? All our efforts have been in vain."
Garrosh scratched his head and smiled faintly, "It's alright, the most desperate moment hasn't arrived yet. Have you all forgotten Tirion Fordring is most afraid of?"