"Haha, my old friend, long time no see."
Velen, disguised as Cho'gall, warmly opened his arms to greet him, grabbed the Wolvar had led the way, and the two heads tore at his flesh with force.
Alaiseer's two men turned pale with fright, Robbie didn't care. He nodded to Velen and found a seat.
Besides Velen, there were two other Dragonkin present who had transformed into human form: the Dragon Mage Krasus and Anachronos, Nozdormu's offspring.
The Blue Dragonflight was very stubborn and directly rejected the Red Dragon Queen's invitation, while the Green Dragonflight also did not participate in the operation, citing unforeseen circumstances in the Emerald Dream.
The Bronze Dragonflight, in particular, responded enthusiastically, especially with their spacetime magic, which provided technical support for the Red Dragonflight's hard work.
Krasus, his face gloomy, said angrily, "Everyone's here. Let's begin the discussion. The Wyrmrest Temple is currently filled with tens of thousands of candidates, a complete mess. These rude fellows are urinating and defecating everywhere, creating a terrible stench. The Red Dragon Queen is very unhappy. There are at most five hundred dragon knights, and even with reserves, it's no more than a thousand. How are we going to handle so many people? And how are we going to select candidates?"
Anachronos narrowed his eyes, speaking inscrutably, "I see history's choice. The candidates Consecration all their wealth; once eliminated, they will inevitably harbor resentment and cause trouble."
Velen put down the Wolvar corpse, slammed his hand on the table, and said, "It's simple, just kill all the candidates?"
Robbie remained silent, only offering a faint smile.
Krasus leaned forward. "Alaiseer, I know you're always resourceful, could you give us an idea?"
Robbie smiled slightly and said easily, "Back then, Tirion Fordring held the Trial of the Crusader in Icecrown Glacier, feeding countless Alliance adventurers to the Orcs. He was universally loved by the people and became a great hero and champion of Azeroth. Isn't that a good example?"
Velen's expression shifted, and all four of his eyes flashed simultaneously. "Great idea! Tirion Fordring can be a great hero, so I have no reason why I can't."
Krasus pondered, "Indeed, the Argent Crusade was the Orcs' meat storehouse. We Dragonkin also need to store food. It's a good idea indeed."
Anachronos closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, then nodded and said, "Congratulations, Cho'gall. I see the future; you will become a great hero like Tirion Fordring."
Krasus breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's settled then. I'll report to Her Majesty the Queen, and then it can proceed. There's one more thing."
Taking a deep breath, Krasus said painfully:
"In the past two weeks, more than five hundred Red Dragons have died from exhaustion. If this continues, the Red Dragonflight may become extinct. I need your help to come up with a solution."
Velen proclaimed, "These sacrifices are worthwhile to save Azeroth!"
Anachronos shook his head. "We've done our best. Using time magic to speed up the project, each Red Dragon is working over five hundred hours a day, and that's the limit."
Krasus sighed, "The Queen keeps pushing the project forward, and all the Red Dragons are under immense pressure. I'm really worried they might collapse at any moment."
Robbie calmly replied, "It's nothing. When the High Elves first settled in the Eastern Kingdoms, they worked tirelessly day and night to build Silvermoon City and the Sunwell. Over a hundred years, more than half a million of their people died from exhaustion, and their bodies were all incorporated into the city walls."
Krasus said with a somber expression, "You probably don't know, but among the Red Dragonflight, only the queen's egg is qualified to hatch, which is why the Red Dragonflight reproduce very slowly."
Everyone fell silent. Every day, the corpses of Dragonkin were carried out of the Galakrond's Rest. The once high and mighty Red Dragons were now treated worse than the lowest slaves under the Queen's coercion.
Robbie couldn't help but remind him, "Are you all idiots? Constructing Magic Circle is all repetitive work, it doesn't require much intelligence, do you really have to use Dragonkin?"
Krasus scratched his head and said in a low voice, "You don't understand the Queen's stubbornness. Her Majesty will absolutely not allow outsiders to defile the sacred Galakrond's Rest."
"Such a thing is true." Robbie was dumbfounded and at a loss for words.
The Red Dragon Queen is determined to do as she pleases; who can stop her, and who dares to stop her?
"I can only offer my best help." Robbie thought for a moment and said, "Dalaran sells magical golems, which shouldn't count as aliens. You'll need to trade them for the corpse of Red Dragon."
"No problem," Krasus readily agreed.
After the meeting, Robbie followed Velen to the Wyrmrest Temple.
Adventurers established a large community around the Wyrmrest Temple.
Looking around, tents of all sizes stretched out in an endless, chaotic mess, resembling a Lower City.
After handing over all their possessions, the adventurers arrived at the Wyrmrest Temple with great enthusiasm. Unfortunately, the Dragonkin were completely unprepared for their arrival; there were no houses, no food, only ice and snow and biting cold winds.
In order to survive, the adventurers had no choice but to unite and rely on their own efforts, using hunting to sustain themselves.
Thrall has slaughtered Tuskarr in Dragonblight, leaving adventurers to fight only dangerous Ice Worms and towering Magnataur. Countless adventurers have perished in Northrend.
Becoming a dragon knight is not easy; survival is the first hurdle.
Velen was in high spirits. "Look at these poor fools! I easily calmed their anger by spreading the faith in the Holy Light to them. Alaiseer, I have a good idea, would you like to hear it?"
Robbie surveyed a wall at the edge of the settlement, constructed of transparent ice blocks, each containing a frozen corpse.
Humans, Dwarves, Tauren, Trolls, and almost every race in Azeroth exists.
"What idea?" Robbie asked.
Velen chuckled and said, "Turning these guys into meat is really not worth it. The Tauren of Thunder Bluff and the Orcs of Halfhill reproduce extremely quickly, and beef is already very cheap. My plan is to sell the defeated as slaves. I heard that Chen Stormstout and Taran Zhu are both looking to buy slaves at high prices."
Robbie nodded. "Not bad, a very good deal."
Under Velen's orders, the candidate dragon knights began constructing a training ground, a complete replica of the Silver Crusade Training Grounds at Icecrown Glacier.
Robbie wouldn't let Velen have his way, and soon rumors spread among the adventurers that the Ogre Cho'gall would turn the defeated into Tough Jerky.
That morning, Velen awoke to find the door crowded with adventurers, who were loudly protesting:
"Filthy Ogres, get out of Azeroth."
"We only believe in the great Red Dragon Queen; all Ogres deserve to die."
Velen fled in terror, forced to seek help from the Dragon Mage Krasus.
Looking down at the endless mass of adventurers below the Wyrmrest Temple, Krasus felt a splitting headache. He first comforted Velen, then went to the top floor to consult the Red Dragon Queen.
The Red Dragon Queen awoke with a start, glaring angrily at her mate:
"Fool, can't you even handle this simple matter? That Ogre is useless now. Seal his magic and throw him into the Great Sea."