"It's over."
On the airship, Taran Zhu's vision went black, and she clung tightly to the railing, nearly falling off.
Chen Stormstout slammed his fist on a nearby tree, sighing and feeling a sense of powerlessness.
The Holy Dragon Tirion Fordring leaned towards Sylvanas, who was engrossed in her dance, and said with a mocking look in his eyes:
"Sylvanas, the Dark Lady, you once had the great honor of being devoured by Thrall, serving the great Orcs. What are you doing now? Have you forgotten your original purpose?"
Then, Tirion Fordring glared at Chen Stormstout, who was hiding nearby:
"And you, betraying those filthy, foolish Pandaren to the Orcs. I thought you were one of us. We swore an oath to purge Azeroth of its inferior life forms and make it a paradise for the Orcs, but what have you done? Do you have any conscience?"
Tirion Fordring spread his enormous dragon wings, blotting out the sun:
"The Betrayer, only I remain loyal to the Orcs. Only I am the savior of Azeroth. The Orcs are Azeroth's only hope."
Taran Zhu and Chen Stormstout remained silent. In the face of absolute power, all morality and laws had lost their meaning. After all, history is written by the victors.
No matter how many evil deeds he committed, thousands of years later, history will only sing praises to the victors. Tirion Fordring will always be a great hero and a great champion of Azeroth.
Tirion Fordring aimed at Sylvanas, opened his massive maw, and was about to unleash his Dragon's Breath.
"Dance, jump, let's dance our way to brilliance! Come on, have fun, don't waste this wonderful time!"
An untimely sound rang out, abruptly interrupting Tirion Fordring's Dragon's Breath, and his dragon eyes glared angrily downwards.
On Theramore Island, countless skeletons danced to the music. Among them, one skeleton stood out from the rest, perched atop a high point in the ruins, surrounded by a large group of skeletons. The rhythm of its dance was unique, wilder and more unrestrained than Sylvanas's.
The skull's eyes glowed fiery red, and it hummed a strange lullaby.
"A mere skeleton dares to stop the great Savior? How presumptuous!"
Tirion Fordring spat out a spear of Holy Light, which vanished before it even touched the Fire-Eyed Skeleton, as if protected by a mysterious shield.
"Who is he?" Krasus was not far away, noticed the little skeleton's unusual behavior and asked curiously.
Robbie replied, "Razorfen Downs, Modresh Fire Eye."
Krasus pondered for a long time before vaguely recalling this unremarkable name, and asked in surprise:
"I remember he was killed by adventurers along with the Ice King Amenaar long ago."
Robbie shrugged. "Razorfen Downs is an adventurer's ATM. Years ago, an Undead Mage in the Undercity Magic District issued a quest to kill Amnennar. In just six months, adventurers brought back tens of thousands of Amnennar's heads, and they all received rewards."
Krasus looked on in astonishment. "How could this be? Didn't Sylvanas know?"
Robbie chuckled and said, "Sylvanas has limited energy and can't possibly oversee everything. This whole affair was secretly orchestrated by the Dreadlord Varimathras, who lined his own pockets and made a fortune. In fact, Razorfen Downs was never captured."
Krasus exclaimed in surprise, "I thought the loyalty of the Undead was beyond question, but it turns out there are filth and corruption among them too!"
"How could Modresh Fire Eye be a match for Tirion Fordring?"
Robbie said mysteriously, "Don't be fooled by the adventurers' nonsense, Mordred is extremely strong."
Seeing that the spear of Holy Light had no effect, Tirion Fordring was confused about what had happened. He guessed that his opponent had a way to counter the Holy Light, so he stretched out his dragon claws to grab Mordred.
Bang!
Tirion Fordring's forepaws shattered the high ground, kicking up dust, but he grasped nothing. Modresh Fire Eye and his dancing skeletons appeared on Tirion Fordring's back, still dancing with abandon.
"How dare you jump onto my back!" Tirion Fordring's spine split open, and a large swarm of Holy Light Aberrations emerged, lunging at the dancing skeleton, while Tirion Fordring began to roll.
Strangely, the Holy Light Aberration was also infected and danced wildly with Mordred, unable to shake them off no matter how much they rolled around.
Tirion Fordring was furious; he flipped over and slammed his back hard into the ground.
The expected collision did not occur; instead, a black, bony arm extended from the ground, its forepaws supporting Tirion Fordring's back.
Modresh Fire Eye stopped dancing and said with a smile:
"Tirion Fordring, of all the heroes of Azeroth, you are the one I hate the most. The reason you elevate the Orcs is because without Orcs, you would be a traitor to humanity, an incompetent lord. You cannot face your own cowardice and can only survive by relying on the Orcs' pitifulness."
The ground cracked open, and a gigantic black skeletal Dragon emerged, its body covered in a layer of black mist, exuding a strong aura of death. Its body was even larger than Tirion Fordring's.
The Modresh Fire Eye transformed into a beam of red light, entering the forehead of the black skeletal Dragon and illuminating its eyes.
The skeletal Dragon extended another massive claw, grabbed Tirion Fordring's head, then rolled over, switching positions with the dragon's enormous body pressing Tirion Fordring down and pinning him to the ground.
Khadgar, who was not far away, was completely stunned. The black Dragon had a streamlined body, and all its bones were intact, exuding a tragic and beautiful sense of death.
"Let me think... There are records of this Dragon in the history of Dalaran." Khadgar casually summoned a few ancient books and hurriedly flipped through them.
The black skeletal Dragon grabbed Tirion Fordring's head and slammed it repeatedly into the ground. Tirion Fordring groaned in pain, unable to find any help from the Holy Light he relied on.
Krasus's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "I know the origin of this Dragon. In the time of Galakrond, the Proto-Dragon, Azeroth wasn't just home to the five-colored Dragons. Skeleton Dragons, representing death, roamed the northern lands. Their leader was the undead Dragon Kramas, and even Deathwing was no match for her."
Robbie replied, "You've mistaken him for someone else. He's not Kramas."
"Besides the undead Dragon Kramas, I can't think of anyone else with such power," Krasus insisted.
Robbie answered affirmatively, "He is Modresh Fire Eye, not any Dragon you know. Dragons aren't necessarily more powerful the older they are."
The black skeletal Dragon achieved an overwhelming victory. With each violent collision, cracks appeared in Tirion Fordring's skull, from which flowed a mysterious, milky-white energy. The skeletal Dragon's sharp claws tore off Tirion Fordring's wings.
Tirion Fordring pleaded in anguish, "Don't kill me! I surrender! I'll be your slave!"
The black skeletal Dragon spoke in a deep voice, "Tirion Fordring, tell me, who ordered you to come?"
Tirion Fordring hesitated, then the black skeletal Dragon tore open his chest, ripped off his ribs, and grabbed his heart, threatening:
"If you don't want to lose your heart, you'd better tell the truth, or I'll destroy your soul and spirit."
Tirion Fordring pleaded in anguish, "I don't want to know who it is. That mysterious being has entered my dreams. He's too powerful; he could kill me at any moment."
Your heart tells me you're lying.
At that moment, Khadgar found the answer in a book and exclaimed with delight:
According to ancient Highborne texts, Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect, was threatened by a Dragon and only escaped with his life by surrendering most of his treasures.