"What, Thrall's gotten into trouble again?" came the lazy voice of Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen.
The Tidal Bay was ambushed, and the Red Dragon Queen began to doubt Thrall's abilities. However, Thrall was the Savior created by the Guardian Medivh and the Dragonkin, and could not be easily replaced. She could only give him a chance to grow.
Although the Dragonkin are powerful, they have always been afraid of Medivh and the Burning Legion behind him. Medivh has not given up hope on Thrall, and Alexstrasza is helpless against him.
"Your Majesty, Thrall's fleet has been completely surrounded by the Kul Tiras Legion." Vaelastrasz briefly explained the situation and expressed concern about the unknown magical fluctuations deep in the ocean.
Alexstrasza shrieked, "Daelin, I knew he was a menace! It's such a shame I couldn't kill him back then. I thought he'd learned his lesson, but he's still so stubborn."
Although Daelin Proudmoore was the King of Kul Tiras and married the well-educated and virtuous Katherine, attempting to emulate noble blood, he never truly shed his Pirate nature.
King Llane of Stormwind City and King Terenas of Lordaeron were both mature politicians who considered all aspects of a matter and were worldly-wise; their actions were predictable.
But the unruly Daelin was different; no decision he made was unexpected.
"I will send out a hundred adult Dragons to teach all of humanity in Azeroth a profound lesson through Daelin's death. Anyone who dares to oppose Thrall is an enemy of our Red Dragonflight," the Red Dragon Queen said viciously.
Vaelastrasz saw the Queen's determination. Destroying Daelin's fleet wouldn't require a hundred Adult Red Dragons; just a few Adult Red Dragons working together to cast a spell would be enough to set the fleet ablaze.
"As you wish, Your Majesty," Vaelastrasz said humbly.
"By the way, you don't need to worry about that magical fluctuation," the Red Dragon Queen said confidently. "In the Azeroth, no being dares to offend our Red Dragon."
Is the Queen being overly confident?
Vaelastrasz had some doubts, but he dared not say anything.
High above the clouds, the Dragonkin's Portal opened, and one after another enormous figure stepped out from Portal.
Thrall stood on the swaying deck, his heart filled with coldness.
Surrounded by reefs, with only a narrow exit, which was firmly blocked by Daelin's fleet.
The Dragonblood Orcs' Transport Ship were crammed into a tiny area, making them easy targets for Daelin's fleet.
Daelin was clearly not in a hurry to eliminate the Dragonblood Orcs, so she didn't fire the cannons too frequently, just enough to keep the cannon fire going.
He was tormenting the Dragonblood Orcs' minds, or perhaps for some other purpose; on the fearless faces of the Dragonblood Orcs, Thrall saw despair and terror.
Should Thrall expect the Guardians Aegwynn and Jaina to lend a hand? Thrall has his pride too; he doesn't want to rely too much on others.
He possessed a precious Portal Scroll, a loot from Dalaran.
If all else fails, just run away. At worst, the Dragonkin will send another batch of Dragonblood Orcs.
In Thrall's view, the sacrifice of the mere Blue Dragonflight was nothing at all.
The deafening roar of cannons was incessant, and the Troop Transport Ships hit by the cannons were billowing with smoke. Under this extreme torment of despair, many Dragonblood Orcs could not bear it and jumped into the cold sea, sinking to the bottom of the sea like stones.
Above the clouds, the last Dragon stepped out of the Portal, and a hundred Adult Red Dragons were already lined up in formation.
These hundred Adult Red Dragons were not very old, not even ten thousand years old. Vaelastrasz was much older than them. He sensed something was wrong. The cannon fire from the Daelin fleet was not dense enough. Suddenly, a thought struck him.
Daelin must have other ideas. Perhaps this is a trap for the Dragonkin. Vaelastrasz wisely stayed by the Portal instead of acting together, ready to retreat at any time.
The sheer power of a hundred adult Dragons was immense. Together, they unleashed a single Dragon's Breath, instantly evaporating the dark clouds that shrouded the sea and revealing the twinkling stars in the sky.
A colossal, dark Dragon spread its wings, obscuring the starry sky, while a hideous monster descended from the heavens, grinning as it gazed down at the human fleet below.
"It's the Red Dragonflight! They've come to rescue us!" Eitrigg exclaimed in delight.
Thrall finally released his grip on the scroll, but he was deeply resentful. The Dragonkin's help was a disgrace to him, and he vowed to devour Dragonkin, especially the Red Dragon Queen, one day.
Daelin remained calm; he had long anticipated that the Dragonkin would make a move, Anjing awaited his Destiny.
Just as the Dragonkin were rapidly swooping down, preparing to ignite the human fleet with their Dragon's Breath, the Silver Necklace around Daelin's neck suddenly flashed with a bright light.
A powerful surge of magic flew from the distant Kingdom of Lordaeron, stimulating the magical source deep within the ocean.
The hundred adult Dragons that were swooping down suddenly felt their magic power spiraling out of control. Unable to maintain their swooping position, they plummeted from the sky like boulders.
The magic emanating from the ocean depths carried an irresistible pull, drawing a hundred Dragons uncontrollably into the encirclement.
Vaelastrasz, who was in the air, was prepared and plunged into the Portal before falling.
The Dragon's massive body crashed into Thrall's fleet, a force far more devastating Tidal Power of Feralas. Many Troop Transport Ship were torn to pieces, and countless Dragonblood Orcs fell into the sea.
"Fire now! Attack with full force!" Daelin shouted the order.
All the Kul Tiras warships opened fire at once, and shells rained down into the encirclement.
The Dragonkin's scales could withstand arrows, but they could not withstand artillery fire. Amidst the roar, the Troop Transport Ship was blown to pieces, and all one hundred Adult Red Dragons were either killed or wounded.
"It's over, you foolish Dragonkin." Thrall felt a deep sense of despair. He realized that he was just bait, and Daelin's goal was to lure the Dragonkin into a trap.
In desperation, Thrall had no choice but to abandon the Dragonblood Orcs and activate the Portal Scroll. The Portal lasted only a very short time, and only Thrall, Eitrigg, and a few guards managed to escape.
The fierce artillery fire lasted for a full half hour. There were no intact ships or living Dragons left in the encirclement. Blood stained the sea red, the Dragonblood Orcs' Corpses sank to the bottom of the sea, and the mutilated corpses of Dragons floated on the surface of the sea.
Daelin knelt on the deck, weeping bitterly; he had waited too long for this day.
"Derek, your father avenged you. I did it. The souls of the Kul Tiras have returned to the sea. I swear to make our enemies pay for their crimes in blood. Your soul can finally rest in peace."
Hidden in the air, Jaina gazed at her father on the deck, her expression complex. She asked the guardian, Aegwynn, with a puzzled look, "Teacher, with your abilities, you should be able to save the Dragonblood Orcs."
Aegwynn's gaze was deep as she cautiously looked at the source of magic at the bottom of the sea. "Child, we must remain in awe of the unknown. Never act rashly before understanding the enemy."
Just then, a huge whirlpool appeared in the center of the encircled sea area.
Shipwrecks and Dragonkin Corpse floating on the ocean were all sucked into the Maelstrom.
Not long after, a terrifyingly large ship surfaced.
Jaina turned pale with fright, and even Aegwynn looked terrified. The ship was pieced together from the Corpse of Dragonblood Orcs and Dragonkin, and countless eyes on the hull turned together, looking in the direction of Jaina and Aegwynn.