The massive ship, piled high with mangled dragon and Orcs corpses, resembled an Island. In the pitch-black night, countless eyes on its hull blinked simultaneously, creating a terrifying sight.
Jaina had never seen such a terrifying monster; it was the worst nightmare she had ever experienced.
After her initial shock, Guardian Aegwynn quickly calmed down, but Daelin's fleet below caused a commotion. The Kul Tiras, who made their living at sea, believed in all sorts of terrifying Legendary about the ocean.
They are brave enough to fight Orcs, but they are equally terrified of unknown and terrifying beings.
Fortunately, the Dragon-Orc Corpse Ship did not attack; it simply floated there quietly.
"This is... the smell of Fel," Aegwynn exclaimed in surprise. "I've heard that on Argus World, the Burning Legion used the Corpses of the Army of the Light to create terrifying monsters. Yes, this is indeed a technique of the Burning Legion."
Trembling, Jaina asked hesitantly, "But why is the Burning Legion attacking the Orcs and Red Dragonflight?"
Aegwynn shook his head with a cold laugh, "The Burning Legion's technology isn't necessarily unique to them. It seems we've met a formidable opponent. Strange, this shouldn't be Azeroth's Destiny. Something has gone wrong."
Archmage like Aegwynn, who has lived for thousands of years, has a far deeper understanding of Azeroth than most. She can often see visions of the future, and although prophecy is not her forte, she has her own interpretations.
"We must remain cautious; we may be facing an unexpected enemy." The Dragon-Orc Corpse Ship served as a warning. Despite his inner turmoil, Aegwynn restrained himself and refrained from attacking the human fleet below.
After Aegwynn and Jaina left, the terrifying ship slowly sank to the bottom of the sea and disappeared.
On the calm sea, only the waves rolled, as if nothing had happened.
Wyrmrest Temple.
"What?! One hundred Adult Red Dragons! My beloved people! All dead?"
Upon receiving Vaelastrasz's report, the Red Dragon Queen flew into a rage and roared:
"How dare these mere humans defy our Dragonkin! Gather all our people immediately, and with the addition of the Green Dragonflight, Blue Dragonflight, and Bronze Dragonflight, I will utterly wipe out the Kingdom of Kul Tiras."
"Your Majesty, please wait a moment," Vaelastrasz hurriedly interrupted. "After the fall of our people and the Dragonblood Orcs, mysterious Dragon-Orc Corpse Ships appeared."
Although Vaelastrasz escaped beforehand, he did not forget to leave behind the Eye of Reconnaissance.
"Dragon-Orc Corpse Ship." The Red Dragon Queen wasn't irrational; her rage was merely an act. The power to kill a hundred Dragons made her uneasy, and she dared not act rashly. "Quickly tell me everything you saw."
"I sensed the power of Fel." Vaelastrasz described the Dragon-Orc Corpse Ship in detail.
The Red Dragon Queen fell into deep thought, then said with a puzzled expression, "I've heard that the Burning Legion possesses similar technology. Why would the Burning Legion attack us Dragonkin and Orcs? This doesn't make sense."
The Orcs are essentially the Burning Legion's pawns. The Dragonkin have always wanted to establish contact with the Burning Legion through the Orcs. The Red Dragon Queen will not forget that the Guardian Medivh said long ago that Azeroth is definitely no match for the Burning Legion.
Vaelastrasz wondered, "Could it be Daelin?"
The Red Dragon Queen flashed with a fierce light. "Daelin, that's right, he must have secretly defected to the Burning Legion. He's a shameless Pirate, far more unscrupulous than us. I should have known."
Suspecting Kul Tiras of colluding with the Burning Legion, the Red Dragon Queen reservations and temporarily suppressed her hatred. She solemnly told Vaelastrasz, "You must keep a close eye on the Burning Legion's movements. Our Red Dragonflight has fallen behind; we must find a way to remedy the situation."
Southshore.
"It's the Red Dragonflight. The Red Dragon Queen has sent one hundred, no, one thousand Dragons to help humanity."
Faced with the Burning Legion's questioning, a defeated Thrall insisted that the Red Dragonflight's interference was the cause of the defeat:
"Our fleet has completely surrounded the Kul Tiras Legion and wrecked their fleet. Daelin knelt before me, weeping and begging for mercy, but of course I will not spare her. Just as I was about to cut off her head, the Red Dragonflight descended from the sky. The Dragonblood Orcs fought alone, Execute more than 50,000 Adult Red Dragons, but were ultimately outnumbered and defeated."
Mannoroth found it amusing, but suppressed a laugh and asked with a stern face, "Thrall, didn't you say there were a thousand Red Dragons? How come Execute a full fifty thousand?"
Thrall, without batting an eye, brazenly replied, "They were reinforcements that came later. A total of 100,000 Red Dragons participated in the battle, along with Blue Dragonflight, Green Dragonflight, and Bronze Dragonflight."
Archimonde naturally knew the truth, but Orcs still had a use, he was too embarrassed to expose Thrall, and whispered the order:
"Thrall, you are still the leader of the Orcs. The Orcs laborers in Southshore are still under your command. The Dragonblood Orcs were wiped out, and I will settle this score with the Red Dragonflight."
Archimonde suddenly realized that the Dragonblood Orcs were provided by the Dragonkin. After a long silence, he changed the subject:
"The Orcs' task now is to accept the surrender of the Darkspear Tribe. I have already agreed to let the 300,000 Trolls of the Darkspear Tribe join the Burning Legion and become the Vanguard in the conquest of Azeroth alongside the Orcs."
Upon hearing Archimonde's words that the Darkspear Tribe would be on equal footing with the Orcs, Thrall's expression of resentment flashed briefly, but he quickly calmed down. "Lord Archimonde, I will certainly comply."
Archimonde nodded and handed Thrall a Legion token containing a secret order.
After Thrall left, Mannoroth hurriedly said, "Lord Archimonde, not only did Thrall lie, but he also concealed important information. After the Dragonblood Orcs were wiped out, strange Dragon-Orc Corpse Ships appeared in that sea, said to possess Fel energy."
Archimonde remained calm and asked, "Mannoroth, what do you think?"
Mannoroth stroked his massive fangs and said in a trembling voice, "This is a dangerous sign. Only Queen Azshara understands the technology of our Burning Legion. It seems the Highborne have truly returned."
Archimonde remained calm, waving his hand and saying, "I have already given the order. Starting tomorrow, the Burning Legion will launch a full-scale offensive against the Scourge."
Mannoroth was bewildered and asked in surprise, "My lord, what about Queen Azshara?"
Archimonde scoffed coldly. "The person who orchestrated this naval battle is a master, but he is definitely not Queen Azshara. I suspect he is a member of the Highborne, outnumbered and outmatched, unable to fight against us. Therefore, he set up various traps to make me back down. Unfortunately for him, he misjudged one person."
Mannoroth blinked his small eyes, waiting for Archimonde's explanation.
The Archimonde the Defiler handed over a letter of allegiance:
"This is a letter from Sen'jin of the Darkspear Tribe. He recounted the whole story to me in detail, especially the mysterious dream revelation that gave him the courage to fight the Orcs. I have analyzed it carefully, and Sen'jin's dream should have come from the Elune."
Mannoroth accepted Sen'jin's letter of allegiance. In the letter, Sen'jin described his dream: a huge full moon hung overhead, casting down pure white moonlight. The meaning was clear: the dream must be related to the Elune.
"The Elune is protecting the Night Elf race? Strange, that shouldn't be the case. The Moon Goddess only uses the Night Elf race; she hated this race long ago after the Sundering ten thousand years ago."
Archimonde's eyes flashed with a fierce light; he decided to stop hesitating.
"We have waited too long; the Scourge's power must fall into our hands."