Velen knelt on the ground and pleaded, "No, great Collector, someone in Theramore has broken my magic, and I am no match for him."
The skeletal dragon leaped up in fury, its wings slapping Velen's face hard. "You idiot, you're even more cowardly than Kobold! What use are you to me?"
After venting his anger, the skeletal dragon Anjing down and muttered:
"It's strange. Who controlled the seven sets of imperial skeletons? Nozdormu gave me these skeletons as collectibles, not intended for them to fight, hence their poor combat strength."
The skeletal dragon paced anxiously, its voice low and menacing. "Could it be that the Lich King Arthas has returned? Oh no, I must make plans quickly. Fortunately, I have a pawn I can use."
Seeing that Chen Stormstout had also joined the battle and was on her side, Taran Zhu felt a desire to win.
With a sudden slap on the wine barrel behind him, Taran Zhu swallowed a large mouthful of wine and then breathed a burst of Flames at Gurubashi Emperor.
Chen Stormstout, who was standing to the side, was immediately displeased. This Flame breath was his unique skill, and Taran Zhu had actually learned it.
Not to be outdone, Chen Stormstout unleashed his Shado-Pan Fist simultaneously with his three elemental clones. Their perfect coordination amplified the power of the attack, forcing Amani Emperor into a series of defeats.
Taran Zhu immediately objected, taking a large gulp of wine. His fist technique, tinged with a hint of drunkenness, unleashed the Thirty-Six Forms of Drunken Master Fist, causing cracks to appear in the skeleton of Gurubashi Emperor.
The Chen Stormstout condensed, and the elemental clones unleashed Sha aura. A piercing explosion rang out, and Amani Emperor's body blasted in two.
Taran Zhu's eyes widened. This move, the Sha energy Shock Explosion, was his signature skill. However, to use this skill, one's entire body needed to be entangled in the aura of the Sha. As the leader of the Shado-Pan, he had to consider his reputation, so he never used it in front of others. Yet, Chen Stormstout used it.
Just as they were about to finish off these two resurrected Troll emperors, an extremely bright Holy Light rushed towards them from the distant sea, its Fervor light like a sun.
Taran Zhu and Chen Stormstout both sensed a threat. Their situation in the air was extremely unfavorable. Ignoring the two Zandalar emperors, Taran Zhu hurriedly returned to the airship, while Chen Stormstout returned to Khadgar's side.
As they drew closer, they discovered that the Holy Light contained a dragon-shaped object.
The Holy Dragon, Tirion Fordring, has arrived.
Khadgar clenched his fists tightly and asked in surprise:
"That shouldn't be the case. Tirion Fordring is extremely ambitious and wants to be the king of Azeroth. Sealing the Holy Light's Gate would benefit him, so why would he come here?"
Chen Stormstout said in a low voice, "Last time we scared him away with Eitrigg's image in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, let's do it again."
Khadgar shook his head. "The last time we won because we caught him off guard. If he had been prepared, the results would have been much less effective."
The two wounded Zandalar emperors fled back to the Spatial Rift. The Holy Dragon Tirion Fordring had already arrived, his massive wings outstretched and fluttering slightly, causing the approaching aura of death to quickly dissipate.
Directly above the Holy Light's Gate, Sylvanas continued her graceful dance, her feet treading on the Void as if she were moonwalking, having reached a state of complete absorption.
Countless skeletons below, their minds vacant and utterly unaware of fear, danced wildly, oblivious to their own lives.
Tirion Fordring spoke with a powerful voice, "I am the great Tirion Fordring, the Savior of Azeroth, born kind and righteous, unable to bear killing. You all know me; in my life, I have never harmed a single innocent person. Although I have witnessed your evil deeds, I can forgive you if you can repent and turn back from your ways."
Taran Zhu replied, "Tirion Fordring, we are here to stop the invasion from Draenor World. The Holy Light is rampant in Draenor, Imperator Highmaul, led by Mar'gok, and the Lei Shen and Frostwolf Clan Clans, led by Durotan, are all planning to enter Azeroth through the Holy Light's Gate. We cannot allow the iron hooves of these foreign races to trample into our world. The Orcs invasion has already taught us a profound lesson."
"Absurd."
Tirion Fordring's voice roared like Thunder, the sea surged violently, everyone's ears rang, many of the dancing skeletons were shaken to pieces, and white bones were scattered all over the ground, but the deathly revelry did not stop.
"The Orcs have saved Azeroth time and time again. They braved countless hardships and dangers, crossing the Dark Portal and making countless sacrifices to save Azeroth. Without the great Orcs, Azeroth would have been destroyed long ago. You ungrateful wretch, you don't even know how to be grateful. You truly disappoint me."
Tirion Fordring's expression was somber, a few tears even welled up in his dragon eyes, and he gritted his teeth as he said:
"I can ignore the Ogres of Highmaul, but the Frostwolf Clan and the Thunderlord Clan must be saved. I, Tirion Fordring, was born a loyal dog of the Orcs, and I will die a relentless Undead fighting for Orcs. Anyone who dares to stop me is an enemy of me, Tirion Fordring, and an enemy of the Argent Crusade. The people of Azeroth will not stand for it."
Taran Zhu trembled with rage. "Tirion Fordring, don't use the name of the people of Azeroth! You shameless traitor, the Betrayer!"
Tirion Fordring glared angrily, his eyes wide, and opened his mouth wide, aiming at Taran Zhu's airship, brewing his Dragon's Breath.
As the Dragon's Breath was about to erupt, an illusion of Eitrigg appeared beside the airship, towering and ferocious, blocking Tirion Fordring's path and shouting:
You dare!
Tirion Fordring was stunned. He forced back his Holy Light Dragon's Breath, the breath churning in his stomach, causing him excruciating pain that took him a long time to recover.
Thanks to the effectiveness of several days of training and his mental preparation, Tirion Fordring did not break down, Taran Zhu feel somewhat disappointed.
Tirion Fordring dared not harm Eitrigg's image, his gaze fixed on Sylvanas dancing in the air, as he once again prepared his Holy Light Dragon's Breath.
Khadgar was overjoyed and began casting spells, creating a series of towering Eitrigg phantoms that completely surrounded Theramore.
Tirion Fordring froze, flying cautiously around Theramore as if handling a fragile, precious piece of porcelain, barely daring to breathe.
Krasus breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this; Tirion Fordring had put immense pressure on him, even more so than the Red Dragon Queen.
"Fortunately, Tirion Fordring has a weakness. The Queen needs what she requires only after Sylvanas's dance is over. Hopefully, Tirion Fordring will back down."
Robbie shook his head. "I'm afraid it's not that simple. We need to prepare for the worst."
"What are your plans?" Krasus asked in surprise.
Robbie chuckled. "You know me. Who am I, Alaiseer Sunseeker? Countless assassination attempts by SI:7 have failed. Do you think that's a coincidence? Let me tell you the truth: I have many friends, and I've hired a top-tier expert at great expense. Defeating Tirion Fordring will be a piece of cake."
Krasus didn't believe it, thinking to himself that even if the Red Dragon Queen herself took action, she might not be able to defeat the Holy Dragon Tirion Fordring.
Tirion Fordring lunged forward with his front paws and grabbed something. Khadgar looked closely and saw it was an Ogre Mage.
Senior Advisor Valrego, one of the Highmaul Spellbreaker duo.
Valrego waved his staff, easily destroying Eitrigg's image, and gave Khadgar a smug smile.
Tirion Fordring took a deep breath, his voice carrying far and wide:
"Finally, nothing can stop me from fighting to save Azeroth. You Destroyers of Azeroth, die!"