Vaelastrasz, nicknamed the Big Red Dragon, is a raging adult Dragon and a symbol of calamity in Azeroth, having burned down many innocent villages and towns.
After Daelin's fleet annihilated a hundred Red Dragons, Vaelastrasz, who had not been appreciated by the Red Dragon Queen due to his poor performance, finally had a chance to prove himself.
Vaelastrasz never took the Night Elf. He led five Adult Red Dragons and headed excitedly toward the Night Elves ' encampment.
There were only six Red Dragons, which was within Robbie's capabilities.
Vaelastrasz had just spotted the Night Elf camp and, before even landing, hesitated whether to use his flames to intimidate them, when he felt a surge of chaotic magic within him, reminding him of Daelin's trap.
Vaelastrasz knew he was in trouble and tried to escape, but he was bound up by fine, spiderweb-like threads, turning into a giant dumpling. Robbie threw the six bound Red Dragons into the pit to Cenarius company.
Cenarius had regained some strength and was about to jump up to fight back, warning his people not to be fooled by the false Emissary.
Suddenly, six enormous creatures descended from the sky, smashing him so hard that he saw stars and felt excruciating pain in his limbs and arms. The Dragonkin's bodies were incredibly heavy, pressing Cenarius down so hard that he couldn't move.
Robbie easily subdued the six Red Dragons, which surprised Tyrande at all. However, she couldn't understand how Robbie would handle sixty or even six hundred Red Dragons.
The Night Elf stopped in his tracks, a sight that Guardian Medivh also noticed. Beside him stood Thrall, wielding the Doomhammer.
"Guardian, when will we begin our operation?" Thrall asked, his mouth wide open in a grin.
Inside the Guardian's magic orb, the Night Elf race seemed unhurried and showed no intention of advancing.
"No rush, wait for my orders."
Medivh remained calm and composed, seemingly unfazed by the chaos, but he was already extremely anxious.
The Red Dragon Queen considers the Burning Legion a formidable enemy, but she overlooks the Orcs she raised herself. Now, the Orcs camps are deserted, with only the magical disguises designed by Medivh.
Under the cover of magic, the Orcs surrounded the Heart Spring, awaiting only the order.
However, the Night Elf did not keep the appointment, and an Emissary appeared out of nowhere, which made Medivh uneasy.
Robbie easily defeated Cenarius and subdued the six Red Dragons. Medivh was confident he could do the same, but realizing he was facing an evenly matched opponent and unlikely to win in a short time, he gave up his desire to fight.
What should we do?
The Red Dragonflight will certainly send more Dragonkin to keep watch on the Night Elves, but the traps are already in place. If some of the Red Dragonflight escape, or if they discover the Orcs' ambush, then things will be troublesome.
Medivh dared not take that risk.
"This strange Emissary must have known about the ambush at the Heart Spring, otherwise he wouldn't have stepped forward to stop the Night Elf race. If hundreds of Red Dragon out and learned that there was a trap at the Heart Spring, hundreds of Dragons would come back to rescue them. The Orcs would definitely be no match for them, and my years of planning would be in vain. All my hard work would be wasted."
"We finally managed to lure all the Red Dragonflight out; are we really going to let them leave? Besides, the Night Elf race are already weakened, and the Red Dragonflight are the only powerful race. If we miss this opportunity, the Red Dragon Queen will surely become wary, and we might never have another chance. With the incredibly powerful Red Dragonflight around, when will I ever become a god of Azeroth?"
"Compared to the Night Elf race, who have already lost their foothold at Mount Hyjal, the Red Dragonflight is the real threat. It would be better to let the Night Elf race go for now and find another opportunity to deal with them."
Medivh's eyes sharpened, and he made his decision. He whispered the order, "Thrall, prepare to move out."
Thrall, wielding the Doomhammer, roared with excitement:
"Haha, great! I've long wanted to taste the flesh of the Red Dragon Queen. Hehe, back in Stratholme I tore the Red Dragon Princess to pieces, and the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza chose to remain silent. I knew she had far-reaching ambitions and was the Orcs' mortal enemy. As long as the Red Dragon exists, the Orcs will never be at peace."
Orcs have no concept of gratitude. For example, King Terenas painstakingly raised the Orcs, only to have his head smashed by Thrall. The Red Dragon Queen raised the Orcs for ten thousand years, yet Thrall plotted to eat her flesh.
They prioritized the survival of their race, and any forces threatening the Orcs had to be eliminated.
"Vaelastrasz, that idiot, can't even beat a fake Emissary. What a piece of trash."
At the Heart Spring, the Red Dragon Queen was furious, but she had a plan in mind. This Emissary so powerful that even her companions and most trusted subordinates were no match for him.
She had to take matters into her own hands. The Red Dragon Queen never made a foolish one-on-one fight; she selected a thousand of the strongest Adult Red Dragons and prepared to fly to the Night Elf camp.
A thousand Red Dragons —I could kill even Old Gods like you.
The Red Dragon Queen's bulky body was about to take flight when Medivh saw this and made his final decision.
Suddenly, the Heart Spring burst open, and countless drops of water gushed out, forming a beautiful rainbow.
Then, countless Restless Souls emerged from the spring, including Night Elf race, humans, Tauren, Orcs, and so on.
The Restless Souls filled every inch of space, their faces filled with resentment, and suddenly they all roared in unison.
The Banshee Scream came from hundreds of thousands of Restless Souls.
In fact, the Red Dragon Queen was cautious enough, fearing a repeat of Admiral Daelin's trap, and carefully inspected the spring before entering the Heart Spring.
But Medivh used Undead magic, and these Restless Souls were formless and intangible, able to hide in a tiny drop of spring water with the technological support provided by the Burning Legion.
In that instant, the ten thousand Red Dragons of the Heart Spring felt the magic within them spiraling out of control and collapsed to the ground.
The Dragonkin' enormous and heavy bodies are supported entirely by magic; once they lose their magic, they will be crushed by their own weight.
"Damn it, this is a trap."
The Red Dragon Queen felt increasingly weak and was in excruciating pain all over her body. She couldn't get up and collapsed on the ground, looking around in despair.
The earth-shattering sound of war drums rang out, the magic outside the Heart Spring dissipated, revealing a dense swarm of green-skinned Orcs.
For Azeroth.
"For the great Savior, Thrall."
"Destroy the Evil Red Dragonflight; they plot to destroy Azeroth."
The Orcs symbol of honor Saurfang, Charge ahead and beheaded an Adult Red Dragon with a single axe stroke.
"Evil Red Dragons, this is the consequence of your destruction of Azeroth! For the glory of the Orcs!" Saurfang leaped high into the air, his axe spinning rapidly, slaying one Red Dragon after another.
Without the protection of magic, the Red Dragon is nothing more than a vulnerable flesh and blood.
"It's Orcs! This... this is impossible!" The Red Dragon Queen had witnessed countless Red Dragons fall before her eyes, and could only wail pitifully under the Orcs' blades.
The millennia-long plan was ruined in an instant, and the Red Dragon Queen let out a furious roar of resentment.
Thrall arrived with his Personal Guard, carrying the Doomhammer, and eyed the Red Dragon Queen with ill intent.
"Alexstrasza, Red Dragon Queen, I have finally waited for this day. How delicious the flesh of a Dragon Aspects will be! I eagerly anticipate my loyal guards cutting this Red Dragon into pieces."