Thrall swung his meat cleaver and personally cleaved open the Red Dragon princess's chest, pulling out her still-beating heart.
The Red Dragon Princess's heart is different from that of mortal beings; it is not entirely composed of flesh and blood. Her enormous heart is inlaid with many crystal-like red spheres. Flesh and blood are merely the contents within it, while the crystal spheres are the essence of pure magic, linked together by replicated veins. This is the source of the Dragonkin's power.
Gazing at the core of the Dragonkin's power, which resembled a sophisticated instrument, Thrall marveled at its beauty and exquisite craftsmanship.
"Now, it's mine."
Thrall grinned smugly, a savage smile on his face; he still needed to complete the final step.
The Red Dragon possessed an extremely tenacious vitality, truly deserving of the title of Guardian of life. Even after having her skin peeled off and her heart removed, she still lived. Unfortunately, her tenacious vitality became the reason for the beginning of her suffering.
Thrall ordered his men to pour barrels of black liquid onto the Red Dragon's skinless flesh.
These magical potions, like living things, continuously seeped into the Red Dragon's body, Corruption its flesh and soul.
Finally, when the black liquid successfully Corruption the Red Dragon's body, her soul succumbed and was forced into her heart.
Princess Red Dragon met a tragic end, failing to even leave a mark on history.
It was as if they had never existed.
"Pluck the essence of the Red Dragon from its heart and forge it into a rosary." Hearing the Red Dragon princess's pitiful howls, Thrall smiled with satisfaction and handed the Red Dragon's heart to the craftsman beside him.
Red Dragon's heart was unusually heavy; it took two technicians working together to barely lift it.
"Now, my people can enjoy a delicious dragon meat feast." Thrall laughed heartily, turning to Jaina, grinning widely, "Jaina, you know what to do."
Jaina, who witnessed this scene, was already horrified by Thrall's cruelty. She couldn't imagine that such a beautiful and elegant creature as the Red Dragon could suffer such inhumane treatment.
"Revered and great Savior, your wish will surely be fulfilled."
Jaina held a scale from the Red Dragon Princess in her hand; she intended to give it to the Red Dragon Queen.
With just a few lies, a little disguise and acting, the Red Dragon Queen's vengeful rage will easily destroy the entire Stratholme.
Jaina was very confident in herself. Although the Red Dragon Queen was very intelligent and could be considered one of the oldest beings in the world, a mother often loses her judgment when her beloved daughter is killed.
Experiment 335 witnessed this horrific scene without blinking. As a member of Thrall's Personal Guard, he was also forced to participate in the dismemberment of the Red Dragon Princess.
However, his hands were trembling, and it took him a long time to calm them down.
He distinctly heard a long sigh.
A sigh came from the Black Dragon Prince.
Northrend, Dragonbone Plains, at the very top of the Wyrmrest Temple.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the Red Dragon Queen was suddenly awakened from her slumber.
For countless years, the bone-chilling cold winds of Northrend have never allowed the Queen to feel even a trace of cold.
This time, however, she felt herself trembling all over.
In a nightmarish premonition, she saw her beloved daughter being consumed by dark Flames, her soul locked in a room filled with black fluid, suffering torment and Corruption.
"Save me, Mother."
The daughter pleaded pitifully.
Upon waking, the Red Dragon Queen felt an immense sense of loss, as if something had been lost forever.
"My daughter, Yalishandra."
The Red Dragon Queen felt a sense of unease. Dragonkin instincts often indicate omens, and she looked towards the distant south, towards Stratholme.
A gleaming Portal appeared at the top of the Wyrmrest Temple. Jaina, wearing delicate little leather boots, stepped out of the Portal, her face covered in sweat, as if she had just been through a fierce battle. Jaina pretty face was covered in dirt and streaks of blood, her body was covered in a thick layer of dust, and she swayed and staggered.
"Emissary from Dalaran, messenger of Thrall, the Savior, welcome to the Wyrmrest Temple. What message have you brought?" The Red Dragon Queen gently blew a breath, cleaning the dust off Jaina.
Jaina bit her lip, her face filled with sorrow.
Her steps were heavy, her eyes filled with sorrow. She took out a red scale and handed it to the Red Dragon Queen. Suddenly, she sat down on the ground, buried her head in her hands, and burst into loud sobs. She was so grief-stricken, as if she had lost her parents.
Gazing at the red scales and sensing the familiar aura emanating from them, the Red Dragon Queen's pupils constricted sharply.
"What happened? A messenger from Thrall, the Savior?" The Red Dragon Queen sensed something was wrong, her voice trembling.
"Stratholme harbors powerful Evil; they killed the Red Dragon Princess and her brothers and sisters!" Jaina, her voice heavy with grief, barely managing to utter this information and emphasizing it.
"I witnessed with my own eyes that powerful Evil tear the Red Dragon Princess apart."
"What?"
The Red Dragon Queen let out a roaring wail, her rage almost uncontrollable as Flames smoldered in her mouth and nostrils, Flame the temperature of the entire Wyrmrest Temple to rise rapidly.
Having weathered countless storms over the years, the Red Dragon Queen still possesses ample reason:
Tell me, what kind of powerful Evil killed my beloved daughter?
The Queen's voice was filled with authority and an undeniable determination for revenge, which made Jaina somewhat flustered.
This is the most difficult part to fabricate. To be able to kill the Red Dragon Princess, one must be one of the few top powerhouses on the Azeroth Continent, and these powerhouses are all renowned and have been recorded in the Red Dragon Queen's memory.
Fortunately, the enraged Red Dragon Queen didn't notice Jaina's panic. Jaina composed herself and, recounting the lie she had prepared beforehand, said sadly:
"It is Prince Arthas of Lordaeron. He obtained a cursed Runeblade called Frostmourne, gaining immense Evil power. He has fallen into a terrifying the Destroyer, and he is about to destroy the entire Azeroth Continent."
Frostmourne?
The Red Dragon Queen was startled; she recalled her journey with Medivh in search of the Runeblade.
"So, this sword really did exist."
The Red Dragon Queen had initially intended to rush to Stratholme for revenge, hesitated for a moment. She remembered Medivh's high regard for the Runeblade and felt it necessary to inform the Guardian.
Jaina noticed the Red Dragon Queen's hesitation, something she hadn't anticipated. She didn't know the Queen had heard of the Runeblade, and to avoid any unforeseen complications, she quickly knelt on the ground.
"Your Majesty, we beg you to save us! The great and benevolent Savior Thrall is battling the Evil Prince Arthas, and he is on the verge of death. Azeroth is about to be destroyed! Please, Your Majesty, extend your helping hand!"
Jaina, with tears streaming down her face and an extremely earnest attitude, knelt on the ground and pleaded repeatedly.
The Red Dragon Queen knew Thrall's importance, and her grief made her mind increasingly confused.
"Where is the Guardian Medivh? Why didn't he intervene?"
"The Guardian has made his move, but unfortunately he's been entangled by the Evil Archmage Kel'Thuzad."
Jaina gave the excuse she had prepared long ago: as long as the Red Dragon Queen went to Stratholme, the matter would be considered a success. As for the lie that Jaina couldn't see, she had ways to cover it up, such as claiming that there was another battleground.
By the way, Kel'Thuzad seems to be able to counter the Guardians ' power; the Red Dragon Queen had heard about this long ago.
"I'm heading to Stratholme immediately." The Red Dragon Queen paused, then said coldly, "Emissary of Dalaran, you go back first. I need to retrieve a weapon, a weapon long forgotten. The time has come; it should be unearthed."