As generals of immeasurable rank, Vol'jin, Garrosh, Eitrigg, and others naturally observed the battle from the rear, protected by elite soldiers, at a straight-line distance of more than ten kilometers from the front lines.
After all, it was a battle against the terrifying Dragonkin race. Even a slight graze from the Dragon's Breath could be fatal. Moreover, there were political rivals nearby. Who knew when a treacherous axe might come crashing down and kill him without even knowing why?
In fact, Orcs generals rarely Charge at the forefront; instead, they were adept at showcasing their bravery and Invincible in historical records and biographies, becoming role models for later generations.
As the purple Magic Drizzle fell, the Blue Dragonflight's subjects quickly launched a counterattack, severely damaging the Orcs Legion, which had been scattered into hundreds of small teams. Because it was not a large-scale Legion battle, there was no possibility of coordinated combat or mutual cover for retreat.
Without the commander's order, the Orcs dared not easily retreat and could only send out messengers to request orders.
The Blue Dragonflight, now Magical Creatures, were unstoppable, and the massacre quickly turned into a one-sided slaughter. When Vol'jin and his men received the news, the Orcs Legion had already lost more than half its strength, and they hurriedly ordered a retreat.
Unfortunately, because they were scattered into hundreds of small teams, by the time the order reached the Battlefield, it was too late.
Most of the Orcs squads were surrounded and annihilated, with less than a third escaping. Only the brave Dragonblood Orcs survived, making them the only force capable of fighting the Blue Dragonflight on equal terms.
After this battle, the Horde's two main Legions suffered heavy losses and were almost completely routed. Garrosh, in a fit of rage, roared and shouted, pointing at Vol'jin's head while brandishing his Gorehowl sword:
"Damn Darkspear Trolls, I knew you harbored evil intentions and caused the deaths of tens of thousands of Orcs. I will cut off your head to commemorate the fallen soldiers."
Vol'jin was terrified. If he were really hacked to death by Garrosh, even Thrall would have no choice but to swallow his anger, since it was Garrosh's scheme that led to such a severe loss.
Faced with Garrosh, who was in a rage like a wild beast, Eitrigg dared not step forward to stop him and could only hide to the side. Vol'jin, helpless, hurriedly knelt on the ground and pleaded:
"Great General Garrosh, please forgive my mistakes. I am willing to take responsibility for the defeat in this war. Please, have mercy and spare my life."
Garrosh wouldn't actually kill Vol'jin; otherwise, it would be difficult to explain. The sharp Gorehowl was pressed against Vol'jin's neck, gleaming with a terrifying cold light.
"Vol'jin, tell me, what should we do now?"
Vol'jin hurriedly said, "Ask the Red Dragonflight for help! I believe the Red Dragon Queen will have a way."
Garrosh muttered to himself, "According to the intelligence report, there were hundreds of thousands of Magical Creatures. The Red Dragonflight only has a few hundred left, and they'll probably be blasted into dust by countless spells."
But Garrosh was unwilling to accept this defeat. The Orcs couldn't possibly suffer such a crushing defeat and end up gaining nothing. So Garrosh picked up Vol'jin as if he were a chicken and went with Eitrigg to see the Red Dragon Queen.
Faced with hundreds of thousands of Magical Creatures, the Red Dragon Queen had to proceed with caution. As soon as the Magic Drizzle began, the Queen led the Dragonkin alliance in a retreat, much faster than the Orcs.
The Dragonkin alliance rested on a high mountain, discussing their next move.
Garrosh arrived at the Dragonkin' resting place, his face contorted with rage, and roared at the Red Dragon Queen:
"We Orcs Consecration everything to save Azeroth, and now the Blue Dragonflight are slaughtering these meritorious Orcs. Alexstrasza, you must destroy the Blue Dragonflight who plot to destroy the world. I command the Dragonkin to launch a full-scale attack."
The Red Dragon Queen narrowed her eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "General Garrosh, Malygos has indeed surprised me, but everything is under control. Rest assured, the valiant Orcs will not have sacrificed in vain. I will use the Blue Dragonflight to commemorate the fallen Orcs soldiers."
Ysera, standing to the side, was utterly perplexed. Malygos's plan was so meticulous, kept secret from the other Dragonkin for a full ten thousand years. What hope did the Red Dragon Queen have of turning the tables?
Garrosh showed his fierce look and roared with a ferocious face:
"Alexstrasza, what I need are actions, not empty words. The Blue Dragonflight must be destroyed today. I want to see Malygos's head."
The Red Dragon Queen was slightly displeased that a filthy Orcs dared to order her around, but considering the Orcs' popularity with the Guardians and their backing by Elune and the Burning Legion, Red Dragon Queen dared not offend them and could only smile ingratiatingly and say:
"General Garrosh, I will give you an explanation. I will reduce the Nexus to ruins, and the Blue Dragonflight and its people to ashes. The history of the Blue Dragonflight will end today."
Garrosh brandished his Gorehowl: "Very well, Red Dragon Queen. I hope the name of the Blue Dragonflight will soon be written on the Orcs' list of those to be exterminated."
The Red Dragon Queen flapped her wings and took flight, soaring high enough that, despite the hundreds of thousands of Magical Creatures below, the lack of powerful individuals allowed her to maintain a safe altitude as she slowly flew towards the Nexus. When she was still some distance from the Nexus, the Red Dragon Queen roared:
"Malygos, you bleed with the blood of innocent Orcs! The sins of the Blue Dragonflight must be washed away with Flame! Come forth, coward, and be punished for your world-destroying crimes!"
Above the Nexus, at the Eye of Eternity, a colossal Blue Dragonflight spreads its wings. As the king of the Blue Dragonflight, Malygos is stronger and larger than the other Blue Dragonflight.
"Alexstrasza, what makes you so obsessed? Power, strength, or the mysteries of magic? How prosperous the Red Dragonflight was in its time! More than ten thousand Red Dragons blotted out the sky. In the Battle of Mount Hyjal, your people were devoured by the Orcs. On that day, the Red Dragon flesh piled up higher than Mount Hyjal, and the Red Dragon blood flowed freely, enough to fill ten Wintergrasp. And yet you fought for the Orcs. You have fallen, my sister."
A fleeting look of pain crossed the Red Dragon Queen's face, but she quickly revealed a resolute side:
"Malygos, everything I've done is to save Azeroth. Destruction is imminent. Give up, Malygos. Submit your people to the Orcs, Consecration your flesh and blood. Let all the Blue Dragonflight come out and face their punishment. Perhaps then I can preserve a few Blue Dragonflight."
Malygos stared intently at the Red Dragon Queen. As fellow Dragon Kings, they knew each other well, and he believed the Red Dragon Queen had a trump card to turn the tide, rather than just making empty threats.
If it were the Malygos of the past, he would have already surrendered and begged for mercy by now.
But since establishing a soul bond with Chromatus, Malygos's understanding of magic has reached a new level, giving him the confidence to handle any situation.
"Alexstrasza, my lifespan has been far too long, and this long lifespan has left me quite weary. I'd love to experience your skills firsthand. Let me guess, if you had a special trump card that you wouldn't have left unused at Mount Hyjal, could it be a gift from the Guardians or the Burning Legion?"
The Red Dragon Queen stared at Malygos in astonishment. "I don't know where your confidence comes from, but now I must tell you, it's too late. The end of the Blue Dragonflight has truly come."
The Red Dragon Queen opened her maw and spat out a jewel wreathed in Fel. The jewel slowly rose, and a green Fel vortex gradually expanded from its center, soon covering the sky.
Malygos stammered, "This is Infernal."