The End Time!
This is hardly a secret among the five Dragon Aspect.
What catastrophe could be worse than the annihilation of all life on Azeroth?
That means the Azeroth Planet will completely disappear.
The Red Dragon Queen's expression was solemn and serious, carrying the unique majesty of dragons, and her voice was as loud as thunder:
"After we Dragonkin hatch, the first thing we do is eat our own eggshells. Logically, when the World Soul of Azeroth Planet hatches, its first thing will also be to devour the shattered surface of the Azeroth Continent. We are just insignificant little insects on the eggshell."
"Would we still have any meaning then? Deathwing, you risked your life to find the path of evolution, wasn't it also to break free from your constraints? Hoping that the Black Dragonflight would survive after the World Soul hatched, our goals were no different, all for the sake of our people's continued existence."
When will the World Soul of Azeroth hatch? For short-lived species like humans and Orcs, there's no need to worry, as that's something that will happen in the distant future.
But for powerful beings like the Dragon Aspects, whose existence is almost eternal, this is an urgent matter that must be considered.
In fact, there is no information indicating in what form Azeroth will hatch. Perhaps the Titans will hatch peacefully, the planet will be preserved, and life on its surface can continue.
However, the Dragonkin cannot take this risk.
Nozdormu witnessed the End Time in the distant future.
Even the Bronze Dragon Aspect, who could travel through time, could not confirm whether it was a massive catastrophe that occurred after the World Soul hatched, or the destruction brought to the Azeroth Planet by some external force.
The End Time, a highly probable prediction, the reason for which is currently unknown, but it is destined to come. In order to fight against this hopeless and terrifying moment, the Dragonkin are making their own preparations.
"But I don't understand, what does this have to do with Orcs?"
Deathwing asked with a puzzled look. The Black Dragon King didn't deny his ambition; the Titans had granted the Dragon Aspects power—a great honor, but also a binding constraint. They were the caretakers of Azeroth, nurturing the growth of the World Soul, but what would become of them once the World Soul hatched?
The Red Dragon Queen lowered her eyes and said softly, "Originally, we chose the Orcs, not the Draenei."
"Draenei?" Deathwing took a slight breath, quickly making a connection. "Argus, Eredar? I knew it. You're going to follow the Burning Legion's lead."
The ancient Argus Planet, the homeland of the Eredar.
After the Burning Legion targeted this planet, the entire planet was Corruption by the Burning Legion, Legion recklessly extracted Argus's energy, driving Argus's World Soul into madness.
However, from another perspective, if it weren't for the Burning Legion, the World Soul of Argus Planet would have hatched long ago, and the Eredar living on Argus Planet would probably have been extinct for many years.
The Red Dragon Queen looked towards the direction of the Wyrmrest Temple and said with some regret:
"Unfortunately, Velen is a stubborn old man. We tried to persuade him, but he refused, so we had no choice but to choose the Orcs. The Orcs are savage and violent, greedy, and treacherous. They will surely bring disaster to the Azeroth Continent. They will coerce Evil races into their camp, and Azeroth is destined to be in constant war. All sorts of ambitious people will rise to the stage of history one after another, recklessly using all kinds of magical powers. All of this will affect the Azeroth World Soul and delay its hatching time."
Deathwing shook his neck slightly, Anjing for a moment, and then spoke in a rational tone:
"Your approach is flawed. While we cannot be certain of the End Times —perhaps Nozdormu is merely affected by some illusion—whether the birth of the Azeroth World Soul will bring destruction or hope, as the Guardian of the land, I lean towards hope. Of course, preparation is never wrong. I have found several Spatial Rifts leading to other worlds, ensuring that even in the worst-case scenario, our Dragonkin can still survive."
"Deathwing, you have no idea what suffering we are going through."
The Red Dragon Queen roared, "Our duty Dragonkin is to protect Azeroth. When we venture into other worlds, our power will gradually fade, and we may even lose our intelligence and degenerate into some kind of beast. Your path of evolution may indeed free us from our shackles, but it is a dead end with no hope. We will never go mad with you."
"So you're just going to sit idly by and watch the Blue Dragonflight be sacrificed?" Deathwing demanded.
"For a great purpose, such sacrifices are necessary, just like my daughter." The Red Dragon Queen narrowed her eyes, recalling her daughter's tragic death. Her voice was uneasy, but she still spoke earnestly:
"Why do you think Queen Azshara would help Sargeras? She was thinking about the future of her people. Perhaps she shouldn't have believed the nonsense of a Fallen Titans, but tell me, who should she believe?"
Deathwing knew he couldn't persuade the Red Dragon Queen, and with some regret, he asked:
"Was Guardian Medivh also motivated by this goal?"
The Red Dragon Queen shook her head. "I don't know. I have a feeling he has bigger ambitions."
Suddenly!
The image of Deathwing exhaled, and after a long pause, he slowly spoke:
"I have a bad feeling. Your arrogance in attracting the Orcs is the root cause of the End Times for the Azeroth Continent."
"The future is unpredictable, but we cannot sit idly by and wait for our doom," the Red Dragon Queen replied.
Deathwing's image disappeared, and the Red Dragon Queen flew back to the top of the Wyrmrest Temple.
She decided to get a good night's sleep and temporarily ignore worldly affairs.
The seeds of hope have been sown; will they grow into bitter fruit or Redemption?
Only time will tell.
Why didn't the Red Dragon Queen come?
Thrall gazed in the direction of Stratholme, eagerly awaiting her arrival, but the Red Dragon Queen did not appear. He coldly stared at Jaina.
"It must be your fault. Your poor acting made that old Red Dragon spot the flaw. Now tell me, how are we supposed to take Stratholme?"
Jaina's eyes were brimming with tears. She felt somewhat wronged by the Orcs' rage; her acting had been perfect, and she couldn't understand where she had gone wrong.
Behind Thrall, Experiment 335 felt a sense of relief and the satisfaction of revenge.
"Great Savior, revered Chieftain Thrall!" An Orcs Sentinels rushed in, exclaiming, "Great news! Great news indeed!"
Thrall frowned and scolded, "Remember, you must add 'Invincible Dragon Slayer.' What's the matter?"
"We have food, lots of Tough Jerky, siege War Golems, airships! My God, we're going to win! Great Savior, revered chieftain, Invincible dragon slayer!"
Thrall was overjoyed upon hearing this and rushed to the back of the camp, only to be stunned by what he saw.
Various siege weapons, rows of tall War Golems, and neatly arranged war airships piled up like a small mountain, filling an entire area.
An elderly man in magnificent robes with a long white beard approached Thrall, followed by a group of richly dressed mages surrounded by various magical spells.
"Honorable Savior Thrall, I am Archmage Antonidas, and we have come to help you slaughter Stratholme."