Everyone is willing to sacrifice themselves to save Azeroth.
Velen never imagined that it would finally be his turn to sacrifice himself.
Krasus, leading several adult Dragons, launched a swift and unexpected attack on Velen, then hung him on the Wyrmrest Temple and publicly whipped him.
Velen was tortured to the point of near death, his flesh mangled and his two heads covered in blood, which finally quelled the candidate's anger.
Afterwards, Krasus personally threw Velen into the deepest part of the Eternal Sea, a treacherous area where ships dared not approach, and watched as his body sank into the sea, to be devoured by countless sea creatures.
Robbie felt neither sympathy nor interest in Velen's plight.
The reason Arthas ventured into Dragonblight was because Kel'Thuzad detected a terrifying Undead aura. Arthas had sensed this unusual aura even before he left Azeroth, and its source was the Galakrond's Rest in Dragonblight.
Galakrond, the Proto-Dragon from ancient times, did not truly die; his soul awaits rebirth.
To this end, the Scourge mages of Icecrown Citadel formed a research group to specifically study Galakrond's remains.
The mountains and terrain of Northrend form a natural Magic Circle, Galakrond's Rest is located in a very subtle position, at the core of the Magic Circle, an excellent place to raise corpses.
It's unclear who orchestrated such a massive operation, but Galakrond's resurrection is unlikely to be reversed.
What's reassuring is that it's safe for at least a thousand years.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The Red Dragonflight built Holy Light Magic Circle at Galakrond's Rest, and the resentment of the Red Dragons who toiled day and night was overwhelming. In addition, many Red Dragons died from exhaustion, and the corpse energy caused changes in Galakrond's skeleton, accelerating the process of raising corpses.
Robbie used his identity as Alaiseer the Sunseeker to trade the Red Dragon's corpse for dozens of magical golems, which he transported to the Wyrmrest Temple via Portal. Unfortunately, this was only a drop in the ocean.
On this day, a cold wind howled, Robbie followed Krasus to the Galakrond's Rest.
The remains of the Proto-Dragon Galakrond are scattered throughout the Dragonblight. The so-called Galakrond's Rest contains a well-preserved skull along with a few vertebrae. Each bone has remained intact for tens of thousands of years. Compared to it, an adult Dragon is only about the size of a little toe.
In the biting cold wind, countless Red Dragons worked diligently, and even the Whelps were not spared in order to ensure the project's progress.
After days of torment, the Dragons ' eyes became cloudy and lifeless, making them look like walking corpses. Most of the Dragons were emaciated, with their ribs clearly visible.
"I don't know how long this torture will last." Krasus was so anxious that his hair turned white. "We don't have enough mastery of this technology. The project has been completed and then dismantled, requiring rework so many times. I'm worried that even if all the Dragons die here from exhaustion, we still won't be able to complete the Holy Light Magic Circle."
Before the words were finished, a Dragon crashed down, its body falling off the cliff like a kite with a broken string, its eyes wide open, revealing a relieved smile.
"Why not report the situation here to the Red Dragon Queen?" Robbie asked curiously. Although the Red Dragon Queen was cruel, she was not unreasonable.
Seeing that no one was around, Krasus lowered his voice and said, "Unfortunately, Her Majesty the Queen has entered a period of emotional turmoil and won't listen to anyone."
"What do you mean?" Robbie didn't quite understand.
Krasus explained in a low voice, "Her Majesty's emotions fluctuate in cycles, repeating every three thousand years. She should be in a stable period now, but somehow she's entered a volatile phase prematurely."
Robbie's heart sank. Women's emotions were inextricably linked to the moon. Could it be because of the Elune?
Touching the cold, white skeleton, Robbie clearly sensed the heavy, pure aura of the Undead contained within. Although it was not leaking out much, once it erupted, it would surely cause an earth-shattering upheaval.
After thinking carefully for a while, Robbie suddenly asked, "I remember that the Galakrond's Rest contains many skeletons of Storm Giants."
Krasus nodded. "Long ago, a Horde of Storm Giants lived here, but they were suddenly wiped out for some unknown reason. Later, Scourge Undead resurrected some of the Storm Giants."
Pointing to the snow-covered ground, Robbie asserted, "There are even more Storm Giants skeletons here. Why not resurrect them as Undead creatures? That would lighten the burden on the Dragonkin."
Krasus was startled and exclaimed, "Are you insane? Her Majesty the Queen will never allow the Undead to defile Galakrond's remains!"
Robbie gazed at the white sky, watching the Dragons laboriously toiling away. He sighed and said, "It's alright. Just shift all the blame to me. Say I replaced the magical golems in Dalaran with Undead golems. If Her Majesty the Queen is angry, let her come find me, Alaiseer the Sunseeker. I'm willing to bear all the consequences."
Krasus was moved to tears. "My old friend, you are truly a great benefactor of the Red Dragonflight, but this is so unfair to you."
Robbie waved his hand and said, "What does it matter? I know some Dalaran Mages specialize in Undead magic. All we need is the Undead Scroll to resurrect the Storm Giants. By the way, we need to use some simple illusion magic to cover it up. We can't let the Red Dragon Queen know, and we also need to be wary of other Red Dragons."
Although these Red Dragons were exhausted, it was hard to guarantee that none of them would leak secrets to the Queen.
Krasus pondered for a moment, then said, "I'll be careful."
Robbie commanded the magical golems to resurrect a large number of Storm Giants and covered them with Illusion Magic Circle. Because of the addition of the Storm Giants, the workload of the Red Dragonflight was greatly reduced.
Of course, Robbie wasn't without his own motives. He was using these Storm Giants to secretly study Galakrond's remains. Robbie had a feeling that there was a conspiracy behind this.
After some time, Robbie and Krasus were both careful enough that the Red Dragon Queen did not notice anything amiss.
One day, Krasus found Robbie and said mysteriously:
Her Majesty the Queen has ordered me to retrieve something from Theramore.
"What's in Theramore?" Robbie, puzzled.
Krasus shook his head and said, "Her Majesty the Queen only gave me a golden orb and said I would find out when I got to Theramore. The Queen is unreasonable when she's in a bad mood, so I didn't dare ask too many questions. I have a feeling this matter is not simple, and I would like to ask you for your advice."
The war in Theramore has been at a stalemate recently, with the Lightforging Orcs of both Chen Stormstout and Taran Zhu repeatedly fighting for control of the land, resulting in over a million casualties.
In the small, cramped ruins of Theramore, stained crimson with blood time and again, Robbie suddenly understood something.
"I see, that's a great plan!"
Krasus reverted to his Dragon form, and Robbie stood on his back and flew to Theramore Island, quietly hiding nearby.
At this moment, Theramore Peninsula reeks of stench. Around the Holy Light's Gate, bones are piled up like mountains, and the rotting corpses cannot be dealt with in time. The marine life in the surrounding waters has long been overfed, and the rotting corpses floating on the shore Corruption the seawater, making it viscous like sauce.
Even so, neither side gave up the fight, and the ferocious Lightforging Orcs charged at each other recklessly.
From afar, Theramore was shrouded in a dark aura, and even under the bright sun, it still felt chillingly cold.
That was the Power of Death.