Throughout Nozdormu's long life, he had witnessed far too much deceit, intrigue, and betrayal, especially among the short-lived species, whose fickleness seemed to be a defining characteristic.
Nozdormu closed his eyes, trying to find some fragments of the future, but still found nothing and could only shake his head in frustration.
Humans and Orcs are merely lowly, short-lived species, their lives as fleeting as ants, hardly deserving of much attention.
Nozdormu's thoughts began to wander, and he didn't know what he was thinking. As Dragon Aspects who had lived for countless ages, the wise Nozdormu vaguely sensed that something was amiss.
Not long after, the bronze Whelps came again to report on the battle:
"Lord Nozdormu, Thrall's army has achieved a direct victory, but they have fallen into Jaina's trap. Jaina has summoned the Frostlands, and the Orcs army is finding it difficult to advance."
Nozdormu was slightly surprised. Jaina, this human girl, was growing up a bit too fast. In Nozdormu's long life, he had seen countless short-lived species rise like shooting stars, but in the end, they could not overcome the limitations of lifespan and were merely a flash in the pan.
"Investigate again." Nozdormu's vigilance intensified.
The bronze Whelps was somewhat surprised. "My lord, the Orcs army is already showing signs of defeat. Shouldn't we lend a hand?"
Nozdormu shook his head. "Thrall isn't that easy to kill. If the Orcs were really defeated so easily, I suspect it's a conspiracy against us Bronze Dragonflight. Don't forget Neptulon's tragic end."
The bronze Whelps immediately showed admiration, flapped its wings, and went to investigate again.
A while later, the bronze Whelps returned from the Battlefield: "Lord Nozdormu, your guess was absolutely correct. Thrall summoned Fel Flames, destroying Jaina's icy domain. The Orcs army successfully escaped danger, and now the army in Theramore is in grave danger."
Nozdormu nodded dismissively, his guard lowering slightly. After a moment's thought, he said, "Since Jaina dared to betray the Orcs, she must have made preparations. We can't just lose like this. We must remain cautious and probe further."
The bronze Whelps, with an expression of reverence, once again approached the Battlefield to scout.
After a while, the bronze Whelps, beaming with joy, said, "Lord Nozdormu, you are truly amazing! Jaina used a teleportation spell to summon the Tauren army, which suddenly appeared behind the Orcs Legion, attacking from both sides. Thrall is about to collapse."
Nozdormu nodded, a few doubts still lingering in his mind, his expression enigmatic, as if he had everything under control.
"How many Tauren have the Orcs eaten? Even if Cairne Bloodhoof is a coward, he should have stood up and fought back. I predicted the Tauren would join the Battlefield, but unfortunately, Thrall won't fail so easily; he must have a backup plan."
The bronze Whelps departed, and not long after, when it returned, its face was filled with nothing but admiration for Lord Nozdormu: "My lord, your strategy was truly flawless. A large army of Forsaken joined the battle and repelled the Tauren's attack."
"The Forsaken, Sylvanas, has she also become a lackey of the Orcs?"
Nozdormu was inwardly surprised, but maintained a calm and composed expression, as if he had expected this, and said lightly:
"The Forsaken have betrayed the Scourge, and Duke Bolvar of Stormwind City has secretly colluded with Arthas, forcing Sylvanas to seek refuge with the Horde. It's not time for us to make a move yet. Let's investigate further."
Just then, a deafening roar came from the direction of Hunter's Valley, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing. Above Hunter's Valley, powerful Arcane energy spread like a spider web, as if tearing the sky apart.
"Is this... the Focusing Iris?"
Nozdormu's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment he almost lost his composure:
"I heard Kalecgos is a guest in Theramore. That disgrace of the Blue Dragonflight is trying to curry favor with Jaina. Could it be that he stole the Focusing Iris? Oh no, come with me to Hunter's Valley immediately."
The cunning Nozdormu wasn't usually so easily fooled, but the unexpected appearance of the Focusing Iris lowered his guard. After all, Aegwynn had ordered him to protect the Orcs; he could watch Thrall be defeated time and time again, but he couldn't stand by and watch the Orcs suffer annihilation.
Led by Nozdormu, a dozen or so adult Bronze Dragonflight perched atop the mountain hurriedly flew toward Hunter's Valley. This was the majority of the Bronze Dragonflight, which was already small in number.
Purple Arcane energy covered the canyon like a thick fog, obscuring the view and forcing the Bronze Dragonflight to venture deeper into its Arcane energy.
Deep within Hunter's Valley, countless Orcs and the Alliance of Theramore perished, leaving corpses scattered throughout the bottom of the canyon, including many Tauren and Forsaken.
But all these sacrifices are worthwhile in order to capture Nozdormu.
Sensing that Nozdormu's adult Bronze Dragonflight had entered the Arcane energy, Jaina nodded to Thrall, while Kalecgos beside her wore a smug smile.
Previously, out of wariness of the Orcs, Nozdormu always waited until the Orcs were defeated before intervening to save them, thus preventing Thrall from using the scrolls left behind by Aegwynn.
Therefore, Thrall planned to stage a play with Jaina, but Nozdormu was so cunning that the play could not possibly succeed. Fortunately, the even more cunning Kalecgos brought in the Tauren and the Forsaken to cooperate, and finally used the Focusing Iris to successfully lure Nozdormu.
"Nozdormu, you foolish Dragon Aspects, you've finally fallen for their trick! Become a slave of the Orcs!" Thrall shouted, opening the scroll as he did so.
Nozdormu was terrified, but it was too late. Thrall activated the first scale on the scroll, while Jaina cast a spell on the Focusing Iris.
"No, no, Aegwynn, you shouldn't do this to me."
Nozdormu let out a miserable howl as countless black energies coiled around his body like venomous snakes. Unable to maintain his flight, Nozdormu crashed to the ground like a small mountain.
Meanwhile, the dozen or so Bronze Dragonflight that followed Nozdormu were bound by Arcane energy, like flies caught in a spider web, unable to move.
Jaina's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly; she knew that if Thrall gained the allegiance of these dozen or so Bronze Dragonflight, the Orcs' strength would increase even further.
A fierce glint flashed in Jaina's eyes as she frantically poured mana into the Focusing Iris, instantly turning more than a dozen Bronze Dragonflight into dust.
Long ago, Aegwynn approached Nozdormu, outlining her grand plan and frankly stating the benefits of allying with the Burning Legion.
The astute Nozdormu immediately realized that this was a reshuffling of the power dynamics in Azeroth, and that he would either participate in it or be imprisoned or killed as the Destroyer of the world.
For the sake of the continuation of the Bronze Dragonflight, Nozdormu had no choice but to beg to join them, Consecration these three scales as a sign of his loyalty.
The Bronze Dragon Aspect witnessed the deaths of his people. His heavy body fell to the ground, creating a large crater, and countless Orcs surrounded him.
Jaina killed over a dozen adult Bronze Dragonflight, which displeased Thrall. Thrall wisely remained silent; the biggest gain of the day was a Dragon Aspects.
"Kalecgos," Thrall chuckled darkly, "I'd love to hear what you have to do with this foolish old dragon."