Not long after Krasus the Red Dragon and Rhonin returned to the Emerald Dream, they received news of Neltharion the Black Dragon King.
The Black Dragon King agreed to forge the Demon Soul, but the timeframe needed to be discussed. Neltharion's excuse was that the Black Dragonflight was a large and complex organization that needed time to make arrangements, thus appeasing the Black Dragons and quelling the opposition within the clan.
"History hasn't changed much; Deathwing didn't stop the creation of the Demon Soul," Krasus said quietly. Although he was trying his best to promote the creation of the Demon Soul, his heart was filled with complex emotions.
The Demon Soul brought so much disaster to the Dragonkin, was it really worth it?
Unfortunately, Krasus could not disobey the Red Dragon Queen's orders, even though he knew it was wrong, even though he knew the Queen would be humiliated and enslaved by the Orcs. He didn't even dare to seek revenge afterward, and could only bury his hatred in his heart.
Rhonin, however, pondered more deeply, his confidence stemming from the guidance of the Old Gods N'Zoth. Rhonin saw further than Krasus's mindless obedience in whether the Black Dragonflight had truly broken free from the shackles of Titans Power.
"I hope everything goes well," Rhonin could only say in a comforting tone.
Green Dragon Ysera and White Stag Malorne both came to visit. Ysera, transformed into Night Elf, looked somewhat worried and said to Krasus and Rhonin:
"Do you know anything about Broxigar, the Legion's diplomat, the messenger of the Moon Goddess, the noble Orcs Broxigar? I've heard he comes from the same era as you."
Krasus and Rhonin exchanged a glance. Ten thousand years later, Orcs would be a dominant race in Azeroth, and Broxigar, Orcs of mysterious origin and noble status, would not dare offend a revered Emissary. They spoke in unison:
"A great and upright Orcs, he was so kind, friendly, and loving."
White Stag Malorne frowned, thinking of poor Cenarius, who was still in a miserable soul state. But since it didn't concern her, Malorne didn't want to meddle.
Upon hearing this, Green Dragon Ysera, breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. The Legion sending the Orcs Broxigar to negotiate with us is a preliminary resolution. I was worried that an Orcs might be difficult to deal with."
"Negotiation? Why negotiate with the Legion?" Rhonin asked, puzzled.
Ysera smiled and explained, "It's to create the Demon Soul. The Demon Soul requires the fusion of the Dragon Aspects and Fel energy, which can only be accomplished with the help of the Burning Legion. We Dragonkin don't possess this kind of magic."
"What? We need the Legion's technical support?" Krasus was terrified. He had long lost his memory of that short period of time and never expected that the Dragonkin were colluding with the Burning Legion.
Ysera explained nonchalantly, "We've been in contact with the Burning Legion for a long time, and they've helped us a lot. If possible, our Dragonkin will soon have new members— Fel Dragons with Fel."
White Stag Malorne glanced at Ysera. Knowing Broxigar's cruel nature, he figured the negotiations wouldn't go smoothly. Not daring to say anything to Ysera, especially since this was a major event orchestrated by the Red Dragon Queen, Malorne decided to avoid the conversation and said tactfully:
"I lost Broxigar's Oak Axe, so I won't be seeing him anymore. You must convey my apologies. I have many things to attend to. Malfurion has found a group of Night Elves to teach the Druid's Path, and I must go and help them."
Having said that, Malorne ignored Ysera's attempts to stop her and walked into the depths of the Emerald Dream without looking back.
That's what a big shot is like—effortlessly shifting responsibility onto his underlings.
Krasus and Rhonin were extremely unwilling, but they had no choice but to accept it. They were in a bad mood, but they had to pretend to be happy in front of Ysera.
Ysera's attitude towards Malorne was very strange, and she realized there was something wrong. As for the Orcs Broxigar, Ysera dared not neglect him in the slightest and welcomed the envoy with the highest honors.
Broxigar, the Fel Orcs orc, clad in the Legion's specially made armor and wreathed in green Fel Flames, swaggered into the Emerald Dream, followed by Malfurion, sporting enormous antlers.
Dozens of adult Green Dragonflight soared through the sky, scattering a beautiful rain of petals. A delicate fragrance filled the air, and the Dream Bridge, formed from green radiance, was covered with tender and beautiful flowers.
Across the Dream Bridge, beautiful Dryad roam, serving up plate after plate of delicious food.
Green Dragon Ysera, personally stood guard at the Dream Bridge, greeting the envoy with the warmest smile.
Krasus and Rhonin were both annoyed by the high-profile welcome. They knew the Orcs Krasus too well; they were a race that was used to taking advantage of others, Rhonin they saw friendliness and kindness as something to be bullied.
Sure enough, Broxigar's eyes lit up at the sight of the grand welcome. His Evil eyes narrowed as he began to ponder an idea.
"Welcome, Your Excellency," Ysera said with a smile.
Broxigar chuckled, "Hello, beautiful Green Dragonflight Queen. Before I came, Lord Archimonde specifically instructed me that we have a pure and simple friendship with the Dragonkin, especially Lady Ysera, who is a bridge between the Dragonkin and the Burning Legion. We can have such a friendship thanks in no small part to you."
Ysera, beaming with pride at the praise, replied politely, "Not at all, it's all thanks to Alexstrasza 'Alexstrasza excellent leadership and her brilliant foresight."
A foolish, cowardly, and weak Red Dragon Queen? Broxigar knows Alexstrasza all too well; having suffered such humiliation, she would have wiped out the Orcs if she had a shred of courage.
Look at what the Red Dragon Queen has done! The Orcs enslaved her so much, yet she helped Thrall fight the Lich King. The Lich King always treated the Red Dragonflight with great courtesy, but unfortunately, he was cruelly targeted by the Red Dragon Queen. She is a typical bully who preys on the weak.
Realizing this, Broxigar immediately gained the psychological advantage. Looking at Ysera, he felt confident. Ysera ten thousand years from now would be a fool, so how could Broxigar take her seriously?
"Haha, Your Majesty, you're too kind."
Broxigar, accompanied by Malfurion and led by Ysera, crossed the Dream Bridge and took their seats as host and guest.
Looking at the abundant food and wine on the table, Broxigar nodded in satisfaction and chuckled, "I've fought for the Legion for many years, and after every fierce battle, what I enjoy most is a sumptuous meal. I've tasted countless delicacies, but the flavors of Azeroth are the most unforgettable. It's a pity that I don't have my favorite food here."
Ysera paused for a moment, then asked apologetically, "We don't know what your favorite food is, Your Excellency. We'll prepare it for you immediately."
Broxigar took a sip of the fruit wine and smiled slightly:
"My favorite food is Five Dragon Eggs: Red Dragon, Black Dragon, Green Dragonflight, Bronze Dragonflight, and Blue Dragonflight. Five kinds of Dragon Eggs are boiled together in a pot. It's even better if they are half- Dragon Eggs, unhatched dragon babies. They are simply the ultimate delicacy. I eat twenty servings every meal, which is a total of one hundred dragons."
Ysera was furious upon hearing this. She stood up abruptly and glared at Broxigar. If she hadn't been an envoy of the Burning Legion, Ysera would have already transformed into Dragon and devoured him.
Broxigar calmly asked, "Ysera, do you intend to sever cooperation with the Burning Legion?"