Six years after the Dark Portal, the Horde launched its final battle against the Alliance in the siege of Lordaeron, the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Everything was going smoothly until then.
Because Gul'dan led his trusted followers to the Tomb of Sargeras in search of Demons power, taking half of his soldiers with him, the battle was ultimately lost.
Opinions on Gul'dan's actions are divided, which reflects the Orcs' modus operandi.
As long as he was strong, that was enough for him; he didn't care about the lives of his people. Afterward, many Orcs agreed with Gul'dan's approach.
Four years later, an Evil spirit possessed Nekros, and Gul'dan had returned.
With this soaring momentum, which regarded the Dragonkin as mere reptiles, the Orcs seemed to see that invincible tyrant once again.
"Lord Gul'dan, he is still alive."
Discussions arose among the Orcs, and Orcs were moved to tears.
The Red Dragon Queen sensed the incredible, bizarre power within Gul'dan's aura—powers she couldn't comprehend—causing her heart to sink.
All existence is afraid of the unknown.
"How did you get out of the Tomb of Sargeras?" the Red Dragon Queen asked tentatively.
"Who do you think you are, a useless piece of trash captured and thrown into the Maw? You dare to question me? To live or to die, the choice is yours." A voice that sounded like Gul'dan cursed loudly.
The Red Dragon Queen's expression was conflicted; how could she give up on a plan that had been in the works for countless years so easily?
"Get out of this reptilian body, or I'll make sure you never reincarnate. I'll tear out your soul and make you suffer forever."
Ysera, Malygos, Nozdormu all watched the small figure with trepidation.
The control over Nekros's soul was so powerful that it seemed capable of skinning Eviscerate them at any moment.
"Your time is running out. I'll count to three. To be honest, I'm just missing a soul-forged artifact," the voice, seemingly Gul'dan's, continued to threaten.
"I was wrong, please forgive me. Azeroth belongs to the Orcs. I'm leaving."
The Red Dragon Queen raised her head, exhaled two streams of dark energy that intertwined and soared into the sky.
At the same time, a dark aura shot out from the Dragon King of Ysera, Malygos, and Nozdormu. The five auras merged together, violently rubbing against the air, producing a piercing scream, and quickly flew towards the Great Sea before disappearing.
Krasus looked on incredulously as he drove away the arrogant Ancient Evil.
Krasus speculated that the Ancient Evil feared not Gul'dan, but his backer, the Elune.
Robbie breathed a sigh of relief, "Looks like my disguise Gul'dan was pretty convincing."
The Red Dragon Queen awoke, a flash of Evil crossing her eyes, followed by confusion and bewilderment. She asked in surprise:
"What's going on? Why am I here? And why are you all here too?"
Krasus noticed something amiss for a moment and whispered, "Why do I have this bad feeling?"
Robbie said regretfully, "The Red Dragon Queen has been fused with that Ancient Evil for too long, and has long been influenced by it; her nature will not change."
However, their intelligence and abilities have declined; otherwise, the Red Dragonflight would not have suffered such heavy losses in the Battle of Mount Hyjal.
Krasus said in despair, "Is this the answer I've received? The Ancient Evil still lives, still lurking in some corner of Azeroth, and my queen has never ceased her cooperation with him."
"You have to make a change," Robbie advised.
Krasus took out the golden orb filled with Soul Fire, intending to destroy it, but hesitated for a moment and whispered:
"This isn't a good solution. I need to solve the problem once and for all. I have a plan."
On the ground, a large group of Orcs knelt down, all calling out Gul'dan's name.
Gul'dan's voice was full of mockery. "You are nothing but a bunch of useless trash. We Orcs Invincible in Azeroth, yet you weaklings have to rely on dragons. I am ashamed to be associated with you. I will cultivate the path that transcends heaven and earth. I will return this body to Nekros and never see it again."
With his eyes closed, Nekros slowly collapsed to the ground, and the desperate Orcs wept bitterly.
Having lost the aid of the Ancient Evil, Ysera immediately changed her tune, speaking obsequiously:
"Neltharion, although we stand on different sides, we have always been allies. Dragonkin should unite, not fight amongst themselves."
Malygos adopted a fawning expression. "Neltharion, we've always been good friends. You won't hold a grudge about that misunderstanding, will you? Haha."
Nozdormu shook his head. "I see the future of Dragonkin. Only by uniting can Dragonkin coexist."
Deathwing was badly injured and didn't want to continue fighting. He flapped his wings and left without saying a word.
The three Dragon Aspects turned to look at the Red Dragon Queen, Ysera was the first to ask a question:
"Alexstrasza, I need you to prove you are not with the Ancient Evil."
The Red Dragon Queen gave her a displeased look. "I don't want to be an enemy of Evil; he forced me to. And I can testify that I have a partner, Korialstrasz."
Malygos asked curiously, "I don't understand."
The Red Dragon Queen lowered her voice and said, "The Ancient Evil, proud of its identity, would temporarily leave me when I was intimate with my mate. Long ago, I left a plea for help on a scale under Korialstrasz's left armpit, ordering him to travel far away from the Wyrmrest Temple. Unfortunately, that fool never found it. You can find out with a simple investigation."
Krasus was taken aback; no wonder all of the queen's other consorts had died, leaving him the only one alive.
He touched the scales under his armpit and, sure enough, found a line of small words pleading for help.
The Ancient Evil, the ten-headed dragon Kesutruisi, foresaw everything.
At this point, Krasus understood that this was a delaying tactic.
The three Dragon Aspects decided not to pursue the matter further and turned to leave.
The Red Dragon Queen watched them fly away, a glint of light flashing in her dragon eyes, before she lowered her head and stared at the Orcs on the ground.
"You've all seen it, and I don't want anyone to know, but the end of the Dragonmaw Clan has come."
The Undead Trolls roaming the mountains obeyed the Red Dragon Queen's command, pointing their weapons at the Orcs.
The Red Whelp abandoned the Orcs on their backs, letting them fall to the ground and be smashed into a bloody pulp.
The Skeletal Dragons immediately changed targets and fought alongside the Red Dragons.
At the critical moment of the Dragonmaw Clan's survival, Nekros fell unconscious, and Warchief Zuluhed knelt down and pleaded:
"Your Majesty, I beg you, I am willing to pledge my loyalty to you, and I will not reveal your secret to anyone."
The Red Dragon Queen swooped down, seized Zuluhed, and said coldly, "Only the dead keep secrets."
Zuluhed could already smell the strong stench of bad breath and hurriedly said, "Queen, the human mage and the Elf have both disappeared."
"Rhonin, Vereesa."
The Red Dragon Queen abandoned the food in her mouth and searched everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found.
This means that the Red Dragon Queen's secret is bound to be exposed, and in order to keep it a secret, more people must be killed.
Zuluhed's mind raced. "Your Majesty, I know Rhonin, a frustrated young mage from Dalaran. If we help him ascend to a high position, we can ensure he won't speak recklessly. And that Elf, why not arrange for them to be together, making it easier to keep an eye on them?"
"That's not enough, what else?"
Zuluhed hardened his heart. "All the Orcs present must die, and some of our people still live in Twilight Highlands. The Dragonmaw Clan will not perish. I will fabricate a story to silence the world. I am the chieftain, and people will believe me."
"Your mind is quite sharp, Zuluhed," the Red Dragon Queen said with a satisfied smile. "You've always been an excellent chieftain."