Robbie and Krasus swaggered toward the Dragonmaw Clan's camp.
The Dragonmaw Clan is now divided, with one group following Nekros Skullbreaker and the other supporting Chieftain Zuluhed.
More Orcs supported Chieftain Zuluhed, but Nekros, wielding the Demon Soul and aided by the Red Dragon, was actually stronger.
If it weren't for the chieftain's help from the Rotting Dragon, Nekros would have already unified the Dragonmaw Clan.
This is Zuluhed's camp. Robbie and Krasus have transformed into two strong Orcs.
Zuluhed's military discipline was quite strict; the camp was surrounded by patrolling Sentinels, both visible and hidden, making it heavily guarded.
Robbie knew the Orcs' characteristics well; they were the type to bully the weak and fear the strong.
When Sentinels came to inquire, Robbie beat him half to death without saying a word, then stomped on him several times. After that, no Sentinels dared to mess with him again.
Krasus asked, still unsure, "Is this really okay?"
Robbie scoffed, "What's there to be afraid of? The Orcs are all shrewd. Anyone who dares to beat them up must be the chief's confidant. They wouldn't dare report it even if they had a hundred lives."
Just as Robbie said, except for a few forbidden areas, the two could move freely in the Dragonmaw Clan camp, and anyone who dared to stop them would be severely beaten.
Krasus breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his voice, saying, "To be honest, I don't trust Talanastrasz. He's the oldest of our Red Dragonflight, older than the Queen herself."
Seeing that no one was around, Krasus hesitated for a moment before mysteriously saying:
"If it weren't for the Queen's safety, there are some things I wouldn't dare say. It's long been rumored among our Red Dragonflight that Talanastrasz was originally the leader of the Red Dragons, once a sworn brother of Deathwing, and contributed the most to the fight against Galakrond. Alexstrasza was merely one of his consorts."
Robbie frowned and asked, "How did Alexstrasza become the Red Dragon Queen?"
"It's all the fault of the Life-Binder Eonar. She only grants life power to those of the same sex. After the Queen obtained the Titans Power, she first killed all of Talanastrasz's consorts and imprisoned him in the deepest part of the Wyrmrest Temple. She only spared his execution for fear of gossip. If anyone among the Red Dragonflight hates the Queen the most, it must be Talanastrasz."
Robbie stroked his chin. "You suspect Talanastrasz of colluding with the Ancient Evil of the Maw?"
"Although it's just a guess, it's not impossible." Krasus seemed somewhat at a loss, unable to make a decision. "I believe the Queen's other two consorts more."
A strong aura of Flames emanated from a forbidden area of the camp, and a Flame barrier was also set up at the entrance of the cave.
Robbie used the Eye of C'Thun to see the scene inside the cave. In the deepest part of the cave lay a Dragon with a perfectly streamlined body.
For some reason, the Dragon was extremely weak, panting heavily as it collapsed to the ground.
Although Robbie knew nothing about the aesthetics of Red Dragons, this dragon looked much more pleasing to the eye than Krasus.
Robbie's skills make it easy for him to pass through the Flame barrier silently, but without Krasus's help, it would be difficult to get any useful information out of him.
Krasus also sensed the aura emanating from them, and after a long while, he said:
"This is Korialstrasz's magic, the most handsome dragon of the Red Dragonflight. I sense his aura is very weak."
"Do you have a way to get through the Flame barrier?" Robbie asked, without much hope.
Krasus shook his head. "This is a barrier designed by the Queen herself; there's nothing I can do about it."
Robbie wasn't surprised. "There's bound to be someone who can get through the barrier."
"Who?"
"Chief Zuluhed."
Inside the chieftain's tent at the very center of the camp, Zuluhed, an elderly Orcs, was entertaining guests. He was well past his prime.
At the same time, Zuluhed was also a Shaman, and knowledge gave him new power, enabling him to sit firmly on the throne of chieftain.
Uther the Lightbringer stared at the old Orcs with a fawning smile on his face.
"Chief, it's been a long time. You look as robust as ever."
Even the proud Uther had never flattered King Terenas like this, but faced with a ferocious Orcs, he had to abandon his dignity.
Zuluhed snorted coldly through his nostrils, "Uther, everyone says you're the Lightbringer, how come you can't even beat a Dalaran Mages?"
Uther explained awkwardly, "That was just an accident. I swear by the Holy Light, I'll take his head next time."
"Will there be a next time?" Zuluhed roared furiously, "Rhonin is colluding with the traitor Nekros, and his Holy Word are a major threat to us."
Uther smiled wryly, "You have to believe me, Holy Word is just a low-level spell with a very low success rate. I have ways to deal with it."
"I hope you're not exaggerating." Zuluhed breathed a slight sigh of relief, "Nekros and his dragons are a major threat. When will Lordaeron send troops to wipe them out?"
Uther looked troubled, scratching his head, and said, "The Silver Hand isn't good at aerial combat; they need the Dwarf Gryphons and Dalaran Mages to cooperate. His Majesty the King is coordinating things."
"I've heard too many excuses. You're always talking about coordination and negotiation," Zuluhed said impatiently. "If you don't show sincerity, we'll terminate the cooperation. You should know that Lordaeron isn't our only option; we have more reliable allies."
Uther couldn't figure out who Zuluhed's ally was; it could be the Rend brothers of Blackrock Spire, or the Warsong Clan of the Wildlands.
However, judging from Zuluhed's confidence, his allies must be quite formidable, capable of determining the life and death of all of Azeroth.
"Your Excellency Warchief, I bring you good news," Uther said with a beaming smile. "I have persuaded His Majesty the King to cede the lands of Alterac to the Dragonmaw Clan. However, due to reputational concerns, the process has been somewhat complicated."
"Reputation?"
Zuluhed raised his hand and, without warning, slapped Uther across Uther face, sending Uther flying high into the air before crashing heavily against the edge of the tent.
"We Orcs are the greatest Justice in Azeroth. You'll gain a good reputation by following Orcs, don't you know that? Humans are merely food for the Orcs; your reputation is meaningless."
Uther was so frightened that he trembled and tears were almost streaming down his face.
"Warchief, please allow me to explain. There is a lot of resistance within the Alliance, and it will be difficult to complete this smoothly without doing so."
After venting his anger, Zuluhed finally calmed down and listened to Uther recount the entire plan.
"Lord Prestor?"
Zuluhed's lips curled into a sneer. "A mere human dares to challenge me? I agree to the plan, but Prestor must die."
Uther breathed a sigh of relief; abandoning Prestor was expected, as King Terenas had already agreed.
"As you wish, Your Majesty the King Warchief that you put in a good word for Medivh."
Zuluhed glared at him. "If the plan goes smoothly, I will."
Uther hesitated for a moment, then said respectfully, "King Terenas wishes to extend his greetings to the Red Dragon Queen. Would it be possible to make that request?"
"Terenas doesn't trust me?" Zuluhed stood up. "Come with me."