Zuluhed led the way, guiding Uther to the barrier of Flame.
Zuluhed held a crimson scale in his hand, as large as a shield, which protected him and Uther as they walked to the deepest part of the cave.
Korialstrasz, the most handsome man of the Red Dragonflight, weakly raised his head. Zuluhed commanded loudly:
"Take us to see the Queen."
Korialstrasz struggled to his feet, exhaling a breath of Dragon's Breath, and a new entrance appeared in the cave wall, leading deep into the mountainside.
The Dragon led the way, but because he was too weak, he walked very slowly, which displeased Zuluhed.
From deep within the mountain, a nauseating stench emanated. The place resembled a Slaughterhouse, piled high with countless dragon corpses. The Rotting Dragon Corpse that had saved Uther lay motionless in the center of the corpses, seemingly dead.
"My Queen, you have suffered."
Korialstrasz shed a tear, opened his mouth, and spat out a ball of red light; he looked even weaker.
The Rotting Dragon Corpse came to life and looked down at Uther.
A terrifying dragon's might permeated the entire cave, and the surrounding dragon corpses seemed to come alive. Uther felt as if he were carrying a thousand-pound weight on his head, and he only felt much better after kneeling on the ground.
Zuluhed knelt on the ground as well, which gave Uther a sense of balance.
"My time is running out," the decaying Dragon whispered weakly. "If it weren't for my mate constantly providing me with life force, I would have died long ago."
Uther asked curiously, "Your Majesty, why is this happening?"
The rotting Dragon's voice was filled with endless weariness. "Four years ago, I sensed the aura of Demon Soul in the mountains of Grim Batol, so I came to find it, but it was a trap. I was ambushed by an Evil woman, a female Ogre, who tried to possess my body. I fought back with all my might and ended up like this."
"A female Ogre?"
Uther had never seen such a creature before.
Zuluhed explained in a low voice, "Female Ogres exist in the ancient Legendary of Northrend. They are the most terrifying witches, more powerful than all Ogre wizards combined. Their greatest skill is mimicry; they can transform into the appearance of any female creature."
Uther listened intently. "Your Majesty, how can I save you?"
"I have seized the Demon Soul, which contains the power of the Demon Soul Dragon Aspects and can grant me a new life."
The rotting Dragon slowly lay down, seemingly unwilling to move at all.
"My mate is too weak. Do not waste his life force unless absolutely necessary. Go, Uther."
"Do you understand now?" Zuluhed turned to Uther: "If Lordaeron continues to delay, all of the Red Dragon Queen's consorts will die, and everything will be over. Just wait for Nekros to smash your head."
"I understand," Uther said innocently. "I had no idea you were in such a difficult situation. Wait for my news."
"You saw it all." Robbie watched as Zuluhed, carrying crimson scales, entered the barrier of Flames.
Krasus scratched his head awkwardly. "These are the Queen's scales; my scales have no use for this."
"I don't want your scale." Robbie's gaze swept towards the chieftain's tent. "Zuluhed must have backups; there's no way he only has one scale."
"Really?"
Krasus didn't believe it, so the two secretly sneaked into the chieftain's tent and sure enough, they found several Red Dragon scales in the safe.
"With these scales, we can go and see the Queen's other two consorts."
Krasus sensed the familiar queenly aura emanating from the scales:
"It's a bit embarrassing to say, but the Queen's spouses don't get along with each other, and I have a terrible relationship with them."
"There's no need to see Korialstrasz," Robbie said calmly. "His stance is clear: he considers the Rotting Dragon Corpse to be your queen."
Krasus took a deep breath and said, "Korialstrasz is the most favored one, very familiar with the Queen, and has the best relationship with her. If he approves, it shouldn't be wrong."
Robbie shook his head. "Haven't you heard the saying 'concern leads to confusion'? Those most familiar with something might be kept in the dark. We need to hear more opinions."
"Well, the Queen's last consort was named Mihatesiweizi, the most literary of the Red Dragonflight, a poet, and also the most observant. To be honest, I disliked him the most, and I traveled everywhere to avoid him."
Then Krasus thought of a question, "Where do we go to find him?"
Robbie pointed to the scales and said, "They can guide us."
Krasus stroked a scale from the Red Dragon Queen and indeed sensed a faint aura emanating from it.
"It's definitely Mihatesiweizi's scent. I know where he is."
Following the scent of the scales, Robbie and Krasus arrived at the back of the camp.
This is a garbage dump. The Dragonmaw Clan throws all their trash here; it stinks terribly.
Amidst the mountain of garbage, a tattered red wing was visible.
Krasus gasped, and quickly summoned a Gale to blow away the trash, revealing a tattered red Dragon before them.
The poet of the Red Dragonflight, Mihatesiweizi, lay sprawled on the ground, belly up, his limbs and wings nailed to the ground. His dragon blood had long since dried up, turning a deathly black. He was emaciated, his dragon eyes devoid of color, weakly gazing at the visitor.
"Two savage Orcs, very well. Please help me end my life. Simply slit my throat, and you will bathe in delicious dragon blood. Life is meaningless. I will walk towards eternal death on a path strewn with flowers. Praise be to the Shadowlands, for they are our final resting place."
"It's me, Krasus. What happened to you?" Krasus asked anxiously.
Mihatesiweizi glanced at him. "It's you, Korialstrasz. Look at me, a worm in the garbage heap, boredly waiting for death, worthless. Just laugh, just as I've laughed at you countless times. I'll be waiting for you at the station of death. I've already seen it; death, adorned with a beautiful wreath, is slowly approaching me. I love it."
Krasus wrung his hands anxiously. "Tell me, what's wrong with Her Majesty the Queen? Tell me quickly!"
Mihatesiweizi looked at him mockingly. "Why should I tell you? Oh, poor Korialstrasz, you're Her Majesty's little darling, a naive little boy, tender and delicious. The more you know, the closer danger is to you. Get out of here and be a fool."
Seeing that Krasus was beyond help, Robbie stepped forward. "Tell us everything, and you can live."
"Utterly ridiculous." Mihatesiweizi lowered his gaze. "I have been drained of my life force. What lies before you is merely an empty shell, a dragon skin waiting to rot, a skeleton ready to fall apart at any moment. Unless the Titans descend, who can save me?"
"You know nothing of power." Robbie thought for a moment and added, "You underestimate the power of money, Krasus. Tell him who I am."
"He is the Alassel Sunwatcher, one of the richest men in the Eastern Kingdoms."
Mihatesiweizi shook his head. "Even if your gold coins filled Great Sea, you couldn't reverse death."
Robbie sneered, "Haven't you heard of the Power of Death?"