The Azeroth Continent is a world that worships heroes.
The power of a strong person can sway the course of a battle.
Uther had realized that this Arthas was definitely not the same person as the last one.
Then there was another powerful figure in Stratholme who surpassed him, and he quickly thought of the young man beside Arthas.
Uther was clever; he knew what to say and when to keep quiet and protect himself.
So he chose to remain silent, fighting Arthas while pondering a retreat route.
Successfully escaping on the Battlefield is no ordinary skill; it requires keen observation and the ability to see the big picture. It has saved Uther's life countless times.
As heroes among the Orcs, Grom Hellscream and Saurfang the Great could easily scale the city walls without the help of Dragonkin. Grommash Hellscream's leash was held by Saurfang, and in the chaotic Battlefield, this ferocious old Orcs often played an unexpected role.
Saurfang followed closely behind the six Red Dragons, leaping up the city wall. Strangely, he didn't see Orcs Warriors. Although they were obscured by black smoke, he could sense that the city wall was empty.
He didn't care about the black smoke. After the Red Dragon Princess took a deep breath, a single exhale was enough to disperse most of the black smoke. He didn't know that the Red Dragon Princess had chosen to retreat out of fear.
Suddenly, the mournful screams of the Dragonkin reached my ears.
A bloody dragon head was thrown out of the mist, and then the five frightened Red Dragons scattered and fled.
The Orcs under the Dragonkin's claws were abandoned and fell from the sky, almost all of them being smashed into a bloody pulp.
Robbie felt a little disappointed; he had only managed one sneak attack, successfully killing one Red Dragon. The alert dragons immediately realized the danger and fled the area covered by black smoke at top speed, giving Robbie no further chance to attack.
This kind of opportunity will probably only come once in a lifetime.
However, this successful sneak attack intimidated the Red Dragon. The mysterious assassination in the darkness, the unknown and terrifying presence, was even more frightening than defeating the opponent head-on on the Battlefield, adding to the sense of mystery and eeriness.
The noble Dragonkin was slaughtered, and the Red Dragon princess's eyes spewed fire.
She tumbled through the air, letting out pitiful howls as she mourned the deaths of her kind, but she dared not rush into the thick smoke, sensing a threat to her life there.
"How dare you slaughter our noble Dragonkin! You are finished! No one can save you! My mother, Alexstrasza, will bury you with her own raging flames!" The Red Dragon princess roared in warning.
Poor Thrall clung tightly to the princess's scales, but the enraged Red Dragon princess's series of difficult maneuvers caused Thrall considerable suffering, nearly throwing him off several times. This filled him with hatred for the Red Dragon princess.
"Saurfang the Great, your opponent is me."
On the city wall, Baron Rivendare, sword in hand, emerged from the black smoke and appeared before Saurfang.
Saurfang knew his own limitations; in a direct confrontation, he was no match for the Baron.
With one Dragonkin unexpectedly killed and the Dragonkin fleeing, Saurfang realized that the battle was lost.
"I'm leaving this to you, old dog."
Saurfang Grommash Hellscream hard into his rear end.
Grommash Hellscream went into a berserk state, swinging his Battle Axe Gorehowl in all its might. Saurfang seized the opportunity to escape, proving that he was no less skilled at fleeing than Uther.
Baron Rivendare knew that the raging Grommash Hellscream was unstoppable, so he quickly retreated and hid in the black smoke, leaving Garrosh Grommash Hellscream to rage alone.
The Red Dragon Princess finally stopped her madness and slowly landed on the ground. She hugged the bloodied dragon head, her dragon eyes filled with intense hatred. The six Red Dragons that followed her were her companions, as well as her brothers and sisters.
"I will never forget this dark moment. I will seek revenge. I will make the murderers pay the most terrible price. I will plunge their souls into eternal darkness." The Red Dragon Princess uttered her most vicious curse.
Thrall slid off the Red Dragon princess's back, nearly exhausted, and sat on the ground, panting heavily. Thrall vowed in his heart that he would never be a dragon rider again; it was not a Shaman's duty.
Seeing that the battle was going badly, Sylvanas sounded the horn for retreat.
Upon hearing the horn, Grommash Hellscream, though his mind was on the verge of collapse, still retained his Battlefield instincts and immediately jumped off the city wall, fleeing towards the Orcs Camp.
In mid-air, Uther swung his holy sword forcefully, gave Arthas a deep look, and then retreated as well.
The siege was over, and Stratholme erupted in cheers.
So what if the Orcs have the Dragonkin' help? We have Invincible dragon-slaying warriors.
The allied camp was shrouded in gloom. After this defeat, a large number of Paladins chose to flee, and the Silver Hand's Paladins were now less than a third of their original number. Uther looked at the desolate camp and sighed deeply.
Thrall, having recovered, flew into a rage, cursing the Dragonkin for their cowardice, Uther for Uther incompetence, and Grommash Hellscream for his weakness. The defeat had far-reaching consequences; Stratholme harbored a mysterious dragon slayer, and the Dragonkin could no longer be relied upon. Without reinforcements, the allied forces had no choice but to retreat.
Thrall was absolutely unwilling to accept defeat. He sent people to urge the replenishment of supplies and siege equipment, while also sending Jaina to Medivh for help; he needed more assistance.
Jaina returned quickly, shaking her head regretfully at Thrall.
Thrall was somewhat desperate; Stratholme stood there, like a nail driven into Thrall heart.
"It seems we have no choice but to take a risky approach."
Thinking of the bloody dragon head, Thrall suddenly had a good idea.
The Red Dragon Princess was in a state of rage. She tore off a scale from her own body and engraved the tragedy of Stratholme on it. This scale would be sent to the Red Dragon Queen, representing the Dragonkin' irreconcilable blood feud.
The Red Dragon Princess knew her mother's character well; Alexstrasza would never let her enemies get away with it.
Thrall led a group of Orcs to personally offer his condolences, especially bringing fresh meat. Seeing the Orcs' fawning expressions, the Red Dragon princess felt somewhat comforted.
Princess Red Dragon was in low spirits and had a poor appetite, only eating a few bites of meat.
Her five siblings, who were equally grieving, also symbolically ate some fresh meat as a sign of respect.
"This is the cruelest crime ever committed against the Dragonkin!" Thrall protested loudly. "Stratholme harbors an Evil force capable of destroying the entire Azeroth Continent. I wonder how Her Majesty the Red Dragon Queen will handle this matter once she learns of it."
The Red Dragon Princess said Pride:
"My mother's goal was to protect all life on Azeroth, and she never participated in the conflicts between mortal races. However, she would never let the murderers of Dragonkin go unpunished. My mother would teach Stratholme a lesson until they handed over the murderer."
"That's far from enough!" Thrall protested loudly. "Evil like Stratholme must be eradicated completely."
"Enough!" The Red Dragon Princess, finding Thrall's rudeness increasingly intolerable, shouted:
"Our Red Dragonflight has already paid the price; our assistance ends here."
"Hehe!"
Thrall let out a strange laugh, scrutinizing the Red Dragon princess who had transformed into human form:
"I've heard you're the Red Dragon Queen's most beloved daughter, the future Red Dragon Queen. If you die in Stratholme, will your mother, in a fit of rage, turn Stratholme to ashes?"