Twenty-four years Dark Portal, at the beginning of chaos on the Azeroth Continent.
The warm sun shone on Orgrimmar, and in this season of renewal, Orgrimmar welcomed a grand event.
Krasus was born a red dragon and was Alexstrasza's youngest mate.
In the Chieftain's Hall in Orgrimmar stands a red stone pillar called the Dragonbinding Stake.
Horde leaders have different tastes; Vol'jin and Sylvanas both enjoy roasted Tauren.
Thrall's tastes have been changing; lately, he's been enjoying dragon meat and frequently hosts lavish dragon meat feasts.
As a rare magical genius among the Red Dragons, possessing powerful shapeshifting abilities, and one of the six members of the Kirin Tor Council, Krasus was honored to be invited to Thrall's dragon meat feast, and was the undisputed protagonist.
Krasus, in his dragon form, was firmly bound to the Dragonbinding Stake, a stone pillar stained red with the blood of Dragonkin. His abdomen had been cut open, revealing his writhing internal organs.
With a cruel look on his face, Vol'jin approached Krasus. The poor Krasus was too weak to struggle and could only let out futile cries. Vol'jin flipped his wrist and cut a piece of flesh from Krasus's heart.
It is important to know that the Dragonkin's heart is the core of their power and the source of their magic. When the heart is damaged, Krasus lets out a terrible howl.
Vol'jin carefully held the vibrant, magically potent piece of flesh and blood and presented it to Thrall.
Thrall dipped the still slightly trembling dragon meat in the sauce, then nodded in satisfaction.
"What a rare delicacy! I wonder when I'll be able to taste the flesh of the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza."
Thrall let out a sigh, his expression was somewhat off, and his eyes gleamed with a scarlet light.
Vol'jin sneered, "Great Savior Thrall, the Red Dragon Queen is nothing but a lowly beast."
Thrall laughed heartily upon hearing this, slamming his fist on the table and declaring, "If a mere Dragonmaw Clan can control the Red Dragon Queen, making her lay eggs like livestock, what chance do I, the great Savior Thrall, have? The time is almost here, and I will surely devour her."
At this moment, Thrall's mind was preoccupied with Arthas, a source of deep anxiety for him. As for the Red Dragon Queen, she was merely livestock; Thrall had never taken her seriously. He could eat the Red Dragon if he wanted.
A red cloud hung over Orgrimmar, and the temperature in the Chieftain's Hall rose rapidly.
Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, descended from the sky to rescue her mate.
Transformed into a human woman and dressed in red, the Red Dragon Queen strode into the Chieftain's Hall. Upon seeing her beloved companion at Dragonbinder's Manor, the Red Dragon Queen was filled with grief and indignation. She loudly questioned Thrall:
"Thrall, what have you done? Let go of my love, you damned beast!"
Thrall chuckled and said dismissively:
"Red Dragon, face your place. You have lost your honor since ancient times. Red Dragons are nothing but livestock. It is your honor to be eaten by us noble Orcs. Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Thrall's face was twisted and Evil, his eyes glowing with a crazed red light, as if Demons were about to burst forth from his body. This filled the Red Dragon Queen with fear, for she dared not disobey the will of the great Savior.
Looking at her companion, who was in a miserable state and on the verge of death, the Red Dragon Queen told herself that she must be patient.
Thrall isn't scary; what's scary is Guardian Medivh behind him.
If she wanted to save her partner, she could only plead with Medivh. The Red Dragon Queen bit her lip, said nothing, rushed out the door, transformed into Red Dragon, and soared into the sky.
The Red Dragon Queen was faster than expected. Thrall had just devoured half of Krasus's heart when the Red Dragon Queen returned, followed by a smiling Jaina and a serious-looking Medivh.
Medivh ignored Thrall and the Horde heroes. With a flick of his hand, Krasus's bonds were released, and he fell from the dragon-binding pillar. The Red Dragon Queen rushed forward to support her beloved and heal his wounds.
"Alexstrasza, get Krasus healed as quickly as possible." Medivh's tone left no room for argument. "He needs to do something big for me, and I've already got Nozdormu ready."
"This isn't fair!" Thrall protested loudly, his temper even more volatile than before, daring to defy the Guardian. He yelled, "Medivh, you can't take my food!"
Medivh said nothing, only staring at Thrall, and slowly said, "The time has come. A decent soul has been repaired within your body. I need a strong physique, preferably that of a blood relative, Saurfang."
Saurfang stood up and looked at the many Orcs behind him. He picked out a young Orcs who had a strong physique comparable to Saurfang's, and the two looked very similar.
This young Orcs was the strongest of Saurfang's sons.
Medivh nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, Saurfang. I will remember your Consecration. For the sake of Azeroth, this is the sacrifice that must be made."
Medivh stretched out his right hand and reached for Thrall's head.
Thrall's face contorted in pain as he struggled desperately, his expression becoming increasingly cruel and ferocious. Thrall's body writhed as if countless venomous snakes were lurking beneath his skin.
"Medivh, you promised me. This is my body, my Horde, my Warchief. Do you intend to break your oath? I have served the Burning Legion for ten thousand years to earn this reward. You will not ruin my plans."
"Broxigar Saurfang," Medivh revealed the Evil spirit hidden within Thrall, "You must pay the price for what you gain. You need to do something for me, a task that only you in the Horde can accomplish."
"Damn it, Medivh, you won't control me, you won't!" The Evil Soul struggled desperately, its eyes bloodshot, resisting Medivh's power.
Medivh remained unfazed, only increasing the magical power of his right hand.
Thrall let out a scream, then collapsed limply to the side. Medivh held a green sphere in his hand, enveloping a hideous soul radiating a red glow.
This is the soul of an old Orcs, seemingly torn apart and pieced back together, and now it has healed considerably.
"To be or not to be, Broxigar Saurfang, you are a wise Orcs," Medivh said.
"Alright, Medivh, you win." The old Orcs backed down. "I can help you, but you can't forget any of your promises. I must become the Warchief."
"Then we'll see what you're capable of, Broxigar. Let's see if you can come back alive from ten thousand years ago." Medivh beckoned to the bewildered young Saurfang beside him, and the young Orcs flew to Medivh's side without thinking.
Medivh pressed the old Orcs's soul into the young Orcs's forehead.
The young Orcs's eyes immediately widened, taking a long time to move again, becoming crazed and Evil.
"I need another Archmage," Medivh, glancing at Jaina beside him.
Jaina turned pale, quite frightened. Medivh smiled faintly, "Don't worry, I've already found the right person, Archmage Rhonin of Dalaran."
"Red Dragon Mage Krasus, Human Archmage Rhonin, Orc Warrior Broxigar, Nozdormu will send you ten thousand years ago, to the time of Queen Azshara. Your mission is to help me find a book, Queen Azshara's spellbook."