Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, raised her head and exhaled a burst of angry Dragon's Breath. She activated the Dragonkin Orb, contacting Malygos, the Aspect of the Blue.
Malygos, the Aspect of the Blue, has lived a secluded life ever since the Blue Dragonflight drew a bad lot ten thousand years ago, taking on the responsibility of raising the Orcs. Government affairs have been handled by Malygos consort Sindragosa and his children.
Over ten thousand years, Orcs appeared on the Northrend with the help of the Bronze Dragonflight, multiplied and thrived. According to the agreement, the Blue Dragonflight was responsible for feeding the Orcs, but the number of Orcs increased so much that they soon covered the land.
The Blue Dragonflight went to great lengths to feed these Orcs, barely managing to keep Orcs well-fed.
However, the volatile Orcs were not only ungrateful, but also set their sights on the Blue Dragonflight. Before long, the Blue Dragonflight were devoured one after another, and countless members of their race became food for the Orcs.
Malygos wanted to rebel, as the Blue Dragonflight was numerous enough to wipe out these savage creatures, but the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza stopped him, claiming that everything was for the sake of Azeroth.
Malygos would never forget that day when countless Orcs stormed the Nexus, the base of the Blue Dragonflight. Malygos's wife and children were devoured by the Orcs. When Malygos arrived at the scene, he found only hundreds of dragon skeletons standing in the cold wind, telling the tragic story of the Blue Dragonflight.
This was a murder. Orcs alone could not kill hundreds of Blue Dragonflight, especially since Sindragosa was extremely powerful. Malygos could guess who was Blackhand it all, but he could only choose to endure it, his heart breaking.
Enraged, Malygos buried his wife in the Northrend, a place covered in ice and snow, a harsh environment where life was scarce. From then on, he stayed away from the filthy and savage Orcs. The once cheerful Malygos gradually became lonely and sorrowful, and was on the verge of madness.
Looking at the gloomy old dragon, Alexstrasza roared angrily, "Malygos, I told you long ago that you must annihilate the souls of your people, but you wouldn't listen. Now they've become the Scourge's minions."
"Heh heh, my sister!" Malygos chuckled wickedly. "Look what you've done to the Blue Dragonflight! What have you done to my spouse and children? Aren't you satisfied with the state of the Blue Dragonflight?"
"Malygos, don't you understand? All of this is for the salvation of Azeroth." Alexstrasza said proudly, "Ten thousand years of effort from our Dragonkin is finally about to succeed. We've cultivated Orcs who can save the world and replace the Night Elf race. So, now that the harvest is here, are you going to choose to give up?"
"Salvation? How laughable. Your so-called salvation is nothing but a ladder to advancement, to curry favor with the Burning Legion, and to fawn over Elune. I know exactly what you're thinking," Malygos sneered.
Alexstrasza was unfazed, and said viciously, "So what? Living beings are always selfish. Malygos, the Blue Dragonflight has bled to its last drop. You are useless now. If you dare disobey my orders, I will execute you for the crime of destroying Azeroth."
"My sister, you've finally revealed your true colors." Malygos's voice was low and filled with rage. He sneered, "I should have known sooner. Why did I only realize it now? What a foolish old dragon I am."
Malygos deactivated the Orb of Communication, Eye of Eternity fell into a long silence.
"Hmph, a piece of trash that should have died long ago." Alexstrasza calculated in her mind. The Red Dragonflight had to participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal; this was the best opportunity to get closer to the Burning Legion and Elune.
Azeroth is merely a cage that binds the Dragonkin; Alexstrasza dreams of freedom.
The Frozen Throne, with its howling winds, leads upwards along a winding path within the mountain. At the very top lies a smooth, flat ice surface, where the ice coffin that sealed Ner'zhul rests.
Just as the center of a tornado is calm, there is not a breath of wind here, and one can overlook most of the polar glaciers.
Ner'zhul's spirit sensed the arrival of the visitor and first emitted a tempting voice:
"Kel'Thuzad, you've finally figured it out. Come, merge with me, and we will become the kings of this world." Sensing the presence of Robbie and Arthas, Ner'zhul's voice trembled, and he let out a startled scream:
"No, who are they? The intense aura of death, the poisonous Power of the Holy Light —how can these two forces be intertwined? Kel'Thuzad, what dangerous allies have you brought upon yourself?"
Kel'Thuzad closed his eyes, sensing Ner'zhul's power, shook his head, and chuckled:
"How interesting. When I first met you, I felt your immense power, yet I was so cautious, walking on thin ice, knowing that one mistake would lead to utter defeat. Now, times have changed, and seeing you again, your power seems so insignificant."
"Wait, we can talk this over," Ner'zhul pleaded in a low voice. "I know many secrets of the Burning Legion. I'm willing to trade this knowledge for my survival, just let me live."
"No need, we already have a better way."
Kel'Thuzad produced a metal helmet, a magical artifact crafted by the Scourge's mages, used to read the memories of soul beings. He placed the helmet on the sealed ice coffin, Ner'zhul let out a piercing scream:
"No, this shouldn't be my Destiny."
The screams grew weaker and weaker until they finally faded into silence. Ner'zhul's soul perished, ending his sinful life.
The Legion's mage forces united their mental powers, tens of thousands of mages working together to scan Ner'zhul's memories, trying to extract useful information.
Knowledge about the Legion was compiled, Kil'jaeden taught Ner'zhul many valuable things, such as the use of Fel, the use of Orcs Plague, various advanced spells, and the creation of Constructs.
"What is this?" A Legion mage made an unexpected discovery.
The memories belonging to Ner'zhul were perfectly hidden in the deepest part of his memory. If his soul had not perished, these memories would not have surfaced. Obviously, Kil'jaeden had not discovered them either.
This was an incredibly vivid memory, and Ner'zhul cherished it dearly.
The gem on top of the metal helmet glittered, and memories appeared in the form of images.
Ner'zhul stood atop the Black Temple, shirtless, his eyes gleaming with an Evil light. Beneath his feet was an incredibly complex Magic Circle, upon which rested three magical items.
The Eye of Dalaran, the Book of Medivh, and the Scepter of Sargeras.
A mysterious voice emanated from within the Black Temple; it was a woman's clear, melodious, and alluring voice.
"Ner'zhul, have you remembered everything? Cast the spell according to the method I taught you, and the future of the Orcs will depend on this."
This scene likely occurred eight years Dark Portal, when Ner'zhul cast a spell in the Black Temple, attempting to find Portal to other worlds—an incredibly dangerous ritual. Afterwards, the Portal's powerful energy tore through Draenor, causing the entire planet to shatter, leaving only a large floating continent, later known as Outland.
What's puzzling is that, although Ner'zhul possessed the Eye of Dalaran, the Book of Medivh, and the Scepter of Sargeras, this spell required profound spatial knowledge and was not so easy to execute.
Ner'zhul was the chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan, a Shaman was best known for communicating with the Ancestral Spirit; it was impossible for him to possess such profound magic.
Now we finally have the answer, but who is this mysterious woman?