The ten years following the Dark Portal marked a rare period of peace for Azeroth, but also the beginning of an age of sin, foreshadowing the later conflict between the Alliance and the Horde.
With the end of Second War, the damned green-skinned Orcs were imprisoned in Internment Camps, and the war against the Orcs was essentially over.
The Eastern Kingdoms were far from peaceful. Grom Hellscream's Warsong Clan still roamed the wilderness, Blackhand's two sons ruled Blackrock Spire, Orgrim Doomhammer fled Undercity from Lordaeron, and the Dragonmaw Clan held sway in the mountains of Grim Batol, firmly controlling Khaz Modan.
Unfortunately, King Terenas, as the leader of the Alliance, was indifferent to the Orcs and focused on fighting for control of the Kingdom of Alterac.
"King Terenas is a foolish old man. Gul'dan schemed to kill King Llane, but never considered assassinating King Terenas, because he was less of a threat than a cockroach."
Krasus chattered incessantly along the way, using it to mask his fear of the Infinite Dragonflight. As the Red Dragon Queen's most trusted consort, he knew all too well how terrifying the Dragon King's power was.
Robbie saw through his fear and didn't let him meet with Murozond, instead plunging directly into the portal.
By the time Krasus realized what was happening, they had been trapped in the Dark Portal for ten years.
"My dear old friend!" Krasus, unaccustomed to Robbie's decisiveness, wanted to find something to talk about. "Although this isn't my first time traveling through time, I should at least have been given some preparation. Last time I was invited to travel through time, my friends prepared a grand send-off ceremony."
Robbie retorted without hesitation, "I know, you were tied to the Thrall -binding Dragonbinding Stake, ready to be eaten."
Krasus's expression immediately fell, and he muttered, "That's not my fault. Thrall is so powerful, who can refuse his dragon meat feast?"
"Don't you want to see what you've been doing for ten years since the Dark Portal opened?" Robbie reminded him. "This is Dalaran, oh, Dalaran under reconstruction."
Krasus glanced around and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Dalaran always under reconstruction."
The Dalaran Mages have always been aloof and powerful, possessing transcendent magic that makes them seem like gods to mortals.
However, compared to the Orcs, Dalaran was even less vulnerable than the Kobolds.
Six years after the Dark Portal, the main force of the Orcs had been defeated, and most of Orcs were imprisoned in Internment Camps.
Eight years after the Dark Portal, Death Knight Talon Bloodlord led an elite force to reopen the Dark Portal, and after a long journey, they reached Dalaran.
Thus, the easily defeated Dalaran fell before the Orcs once again, and Talon Bloodlord successfully seized the artifact Eye of Dalaran.
Afterwards, the Alliance nations found it unbelievable; even if the Dalaran Mages were a bunch of idiots, they couldn't have been defeated so quickly.
Looking out, Dalaran, destroyed by Archimonde ten years later, is being rebuilt. Countless workers are busy at work, and some buildings are already taking shape.
Krasus said with some fear, "I cannot meet with myself, or unpredictable consequences will occur."
"It's alright, we can observe from a distance. Give me a scale," Robbie said, extending his hand.
Krasus hesitated for a moment, then took out a long-lost scale and handed it to Robbie.
Robbie inserted the scale into a Magic Crystal, and a clear vision appeared.
On the Lake Lordamere, Krasus, in human form, tenderly whispered sweet nothings to a woman.
The woman had delicate features and a natural allure, but her pupils were unusual, unlike those of a human.
"Who is this woman?" Robbie asked.
Krasus said shyly, "She is Lisa, the most beautiful woman in the Red Dragonflight."
"Lisa?" Robbie frowned. "Aren't you afraid Her Majesty the Queen will skin you alive?"
Krasus declared resolutely, "If I could lick Lisa, I'd die happy."
"Okay!" Robbie understood. Krasus was still alive, proving it was another fruitless unrequited love.
Robbie laughed, "The Red Dragon Queen is enslaved by the Dragonmaw Clan to lay Dragon Eggs, while you're flirting with girls by Lake Lordamere."
Krasus glared resentfully at his past self, who had been at the Dark Portal for ten years, and said aggrievedly, "It was all the Red Dragon Queen's orders."
Robbie said with a serious expression, "If we want to uncover the truth, we can only visit those important figures. At this time, Deathwing is active in politics as Lord Prestor. We can consult him."
Krasus's lips turned pale. "Ask Deathwing? Are you crazy? You don't understand Deathwing. We can hardly persuade him without sufficient benefits."
Robbie nodded. "Deathwing is only a last resort. Perhaps we can consult the other Dragon King and, under the guise of seeking help, find some clues."
Krasus hesitated slightly, looking quite uneasy, and said, "Even the Dragon King are difficult to deal with, though they are certainly much safer than Deathwing. Alright, let's try paying them a visit."
In the icy wilderness of Northrend, Robbie and Krasus travel to the north of the Nexus, searching amidst the rolling snow-capped mountains.
"If I remember correctly, Malygos Aspect of the Blue, is currently depressed and has left the Nexus to exile himself." Krasus followed his memory and found traces of him in a mountain hollow.
On the hard ice and snow, there were the tracks of a huge reptile; the enormous footprints proved that it belonged to a Dragon King.
At the bottom of the ravine lies a dark cave, and within the cube of Frost at the cave entrance lies a gigantic Mammoth, its body covered in Kobolds.
Krasus shrank back, and said timidly, "It seems Malygos is in a bad mood. Should we really disturb him?"
"It's easier to get the truth out of someone who's emotionally unstable." Robbie led the way into the cave, and Krasus hesitated for a moment before following.
The cave had clearly been renovated, with a thick layer of solid ice covering the walls and a Magic Gem embedded in the walls at intervals; it appeared to be a villa belonging to Malygos.
Huge ice spikes hung from the top of the cave, many of them damaged; judging from the lingering magical aura, they were likely the work of Malygos.
Evidence suggests that the Dragon King was emotionally unstable and unable to control its actions.
After walking a short distance, the two discovered some corpses frozen into ice sculptures. Krasus noticed several powerful Ice Trolls whose bodies had been torn apart.
"Could they be intruders?" Krasus wondered.
Robbie shook his head. "No one would dare invade the palace of a Dragon King; they must be Malygos's servants."
Krasus asked anxiously, "Are we going to die here?"
Robbie shrugged. "Who knows? But a crazed Dragon King should be easier to deal with than a rational Dragon King."
Krasus was ready with a spell at any moment and prepared to escape.
At the very bottom of the cave stands a crystal palace, constructed from precious Magic Gems. The palace is so large that even if all five Dragon Kings were present, it wouldn't be crowded.
In a corner of the palace huddled a thin figure with an Elf face, draped in a magnificent blue robe.
Unfortunately, his transformation spell malfunctioned. His mouth was full of dragon-like fangs, his right arm was covered in thick scales, he dragged a long tail, and his wild, beast-like pupils stared intently at the two visitors.
The overwhelming dragon's might swept over him, and Krasus staggered, nearly falling to his knees.
Without a doubt, this is Malygos, the Aspect of the Blue, who has inexplicably taken this form.