Rhonin teleported back to Dalaran. Those familiar figures had fallen. Rhonin swayed unsteadily, his steps faltering, his head spinning and feeling awful.
This is a heavy blow to Dalaran. That's just how things are in this world; you have to bear the consequences of every choice you make.
The entire Dalaran was shrouded in sorrow, except for Garrosh, who was overjoyed and shouted excitedly:
"The Blue Dragonflight is incredibly foolish. If they were only targeting us Orcs, only the Red Dragonflight would have a reason to act. I never expected them to be so stupid as to use the power of the Ley Line, which is tantamount to making an enemy of the entire Dragonkin."
The Titans blessed Malygos as the Aspect of Magic, responsible for overseeing the magical energy of Azeroth. If the Blue Dragonflight were to steal from them, the Red Dragon Queen would have a reason to unite the other Dragonkin against the Blue Dragonflight, Malygos's actions would be tantamount to courting his own destruction.
Garrosh dreamed of the Red Dragon Queen waging a war against the Blue Dragonflight; the larger the war, the greater the potential gains for him.
Krasus arrived too late; the five Blue Dragonflight had already left.
Behind Krasus followed fifteen Adult Red Dragons. Gazing at the area destroyed by Arcane energy, the Red Dragons carefully sensed the shifting energy within. One of the fierce-looking Red Dragons shouted:
"The power of the Ley Line must never be used unless there is a terrible external enemy invading. I have reason to believe that Malygos has gone mad."
Krasus narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression:
"Gentlemen, I believe this matter should be handled with caution. We should not act Recklessness. Instead, we should return to the Wyrmrest Temple and suggest that the Queen restart the negotiation process and communicate with the Blue Dragonflight."
"Krasus, you are truly a coward. What right do the Blue Dragonflight have to negotiate with us? My suggestion is to attack the Nexus directly and find out the Blue Dragonflight's intentions."
The speaker was a towering Dragon, Lekles, now the Red Dragon Queen's favorite consort, of noble status.
The other Red Dragons chimed in. "The Blue Dragonflight has weakened to this point, and yet they've committed such a mad act. Since they remain silent, they might as well all die."
Krasus sighed softly. He loved to travel and actively engage with the various races of Azeroth. He was far wiser than his reclusive kin and knew how to resolve disputes.
Unfortunately, Krasus was in a very bad situation. Thrall, the Savior Thrall, invited Krasus to the dragon-slaying feast, forcing Krasus to flee for his life. However, instead of gaining the sympathy of his people, Krasus was ridiculed for being a coward and afraid of death.
In particular, Lekles declared in public more than once that being eaten by the Savior Thrall was a great honor, but Krasus did not cherish this opportunity.
Krasus refused to give up and advised:
"Gentlemen, if Malygos has truly gone mad, our hasty attack on the Nexus might be perilous. Perhaps we should consult the Queen and make a decision before proceeding."
Lekles glared at Krasus, his eyes full of mockery. Krasus was incredibly powerful and blindly confident, not even putting the Aspect of the Blue in his eyes. He retorted loudly:
"Enough is enough, Krasus! Are you really going to stand by and watch the Blue Dragonflight so recklessly, plotting to destroy Azeroth? Brave warriors, don't associate with this Imp! We're going to the Nexus to challenge them. We have a duty to find out what's going on with the Blue Dragonflight. I suspect they're colluding with the Scourge, or maybe Deathwing. In any case, we must get the evidence."
The Blue Dragonflight had long been in decline. While fifteen Adult Red Dragons could not wipe out the Blue Dragonflight, they could certainly escape unscathed, even if the enemy used the power of the Ley Line.
Led by Lekles, fifteen Red Dragons flew in formation toward the Nexus, while Krasus shook his head and could only follow at a distance.
Lekles was not stupid. Under his command, the fifteen Red Dragons maintained a protective shield together and kept a close watch on the surroundings. Lekles believed that as long as he was not surrounded by the Blue Dragonflight, he would be safe.
The Blue Dragonflight would have to send out their entire force to surround this Red Dragon squad, and the astute Lekles could easily escape before they were encircled.
The towering Nexus soon came into view, but instead of the large group of Blue Dragonflight as expected, there was only one Blue Dragonflight coming out to meet the enemy.
Arygos, with its wings spread, stood alone against the entire Red Dragon squad.
"Lekles, the Blue Dragonflight do not wish to be enemies with the Red Dragonflight. Leave our territory immediately; this is not a place for you."
The arrogant Lekles laughed loudly, "Even your father wouldn't dare to be so arrogant here, Lekles. Have you come here to die?"
Krasus, watching from afar, sensed something was amiss. Arygos had come alone to challenge them; he must have something to rely on, otherwise, even with the help of the Ley Line, he wouldn't be a match for fifteen Red Dragons.
Has this guy really gone mad?
Krasus observed Arygos's dangerous eyes, suddenly realized something, and cautiously flew backward. Since he was already considered Imp by his people, he didn't care about adding another charge of desertion.
Arygos flew forward a distance, entering the range of magical attacks, and said sternly, "I'm warning you one last time: leave the Red Dragonflight territory. After the Orcs invasion is resolved, I'm willing to personally go to the Wyrmrest Temple to apologize."
Lekles sneered:
"That opportunity is gone. By slaughtering noble Orcs and using the power of the Ley Line without authorization, you have made enemies of the entire Dragonkin. The Blue Dragonflight no longer deserves to live in this world."
Arygos's eyes flashed with increasing murderous intent as he chuckled coldly, "Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being impolite. Lekles, take a look at this?"
A seven-colored beam of light shot out, like a beautiful rainbow, one end in Arygos's hand and the other end into the ranks of the Red Dragons.
"Focusing Iris?" Lekles exclaimed in horror, "The Blue Dragonflight has truly gone mad! Not only do you want to be enemies of the Dragonkin, but you want to be enemies of the entire world!"
Unfazed by Lekles's threat, Arygos coldly replied, "Destroy yourselves before the Focusing Iris, you accomplices of the Orcs."
Arygos was incredibly powerful, especially Mastery Arcane Magic, and extremely adept at using Focusing Iris. In contrast, Garrosh's later act of blowing up Theramore was actually a brutal way of using it.
The Focusing Iris emitted a powerful attraction, and the fifteen Red Dragons, led by Lekles, unconsciously gathered towards one end of the Focusing Iris, their bodies pressed tightly together. The terrifying power of the Focusing Iris compressed their bodies and squeezed their bones.
The sound of bones breaking echoed continuously, and the fifteen Red Dragons screamed in agony. Soon, they were mangled and bloodied, and together they almost formed a large ball of flesh.
The Dragonkin' powerful vitality meant they hadn't died, Arygos sneered.
"Lekles, aren't you the one who idolizes Orcs the most? I'll teleport you to Dalaran right now and see how the Orcs treat you."
A flash of light, and the fleshy ball formed by fifteen Red Dragons vanished, reappearing in the square of Dalaran, surrounded by Orcs.
Garrosh received the news and rushed over, followed by Rhonin.
Upon seeing this, Rhonin was shocked. He carefully examined the life force within and breathed a sigh of relief, "Dragonkin have strong vitality; this kind of injury won't kill them."