The horsefly landed on the Dragon skeleton in the center of the camp. Upon closer inspection, Moorabi vomited blood.
The Dragon skeleton was actually pieced together from the bones of Tuskarr; Garrosh is incredibly cunning.
After a thorough reconnaissance, Moorabi concluded that although the Orcs soldiers were incredibly powerful, the Orcs army was already at its last gasp.
As long as Drak'Tharon Keep is firmly defended, the Zul'Drak Empire will be safe. Once the Orcs' food supplies are completely exhausted, it will be time for the Drakkari Trolls to launch a counterattack.
"Now there's only one question: is the Red Dragonflight willing to intervene?"
Thinking of this, Moorabi felt a wave of despair. If the Red Dragonflight helped the Orcs, hundreds of Red Dragons would join forces and unleash a terrifying Dragon's Breath from the sky, making the formidable Drak'Tharon Keep as fragile as paper.
"Hopefully, the Serpent High Priest Slad'ran will bring back good news," Moorabi himself.
The Red Dragonflight is an extremely proud race. When the Serpent High Priest Slad'ran arrived at the Wyrmrest Temple, let alone wanting to see the Red Dragon Queen, these arrogant Dragons were already being polite by not eating him.
Only the Dragon Mage Krasus received Slad'ran out of courtesy. Krasus was familiar with the species of Azeroth and had no fondness for the filthy and impoverished Drakkari Trolls, but allowed him to rest in a tent near the Wyrmrest Temple.
Slad'ran had anticipated this, but he was very confident about the trip.
Dragonkin, a bunch of arrogant creatures. Although they are powerful enough, how could they possibly know the power of the Loa? Slad'ran thought to himself, as long as he avoids the knowledgeable Krasus, he will surely be able to complete his mission.
Slad'ran took out a Blood-red Flute, a special magical item nurtured with blood over many years. He placed the Slad'ran to his lips and gently blew, a sound inaudible to dragons slowly spreading out. Before long, a group of colorful venomous snakes gathered around Slad'ran.
Slad'ran selected a few Shadow Serpents that were good at hiding, fed them his own blood, and then sent them to the Wyrmrest Temple.
The Wyrmrest Temple was quiet, with most of the adult Dragons lazily sleeping, which was the only way to pass their long lifespans, while the energetic Whelps were responsible for patrolling.
The Shadow Serpents slithered around, Slad'ran suddenly smelled the scent of herbs.
"Could it be that Dragon is injured?"
Slad'ran was secretly puzzled. Red Dragons are Life-Binder and are best at healing. If herbs are needed, then it must not be an ordinary injury.
Curious, Slad'ran followed the scent and found himself in a huge room. In the center of the room was a cauldron large enough to stew Dragon, with a pile of Magic Crystals burning beneath it. An Adult Red Dragon was directing four Whelps to brew the medicine.
A mountain of precious herbs was poured into a large cauldron. The adult Dragon carefully controlled the heat, and soon a delicate fragrance wafted from the pot. Overjoyed, the adult Dragon exclaimed, "It's done!"
A pool of golden paste was poured out of the pot, and the door to the room was pushed open from the outside, revealing a majestic, red male Dragon:
"How is the Queen's medicine coming along?"
The Dragon beside the cauldron hurriedly asked, "It's ready. I wonder how the Queen's injuries are?"
The male Dragon said in a deep, rumbling voice:
"She's fully recovered. Her wings have grown back, and with the medicine applied, she'll be able to move around again after a few more days of rest. Hmph, it's all that stupid Orcs Garrosh's fault; otherwise, the Queen wouldn't have been injured."
The Dragon beside the cauldron asked worriedly, "I heard that Garrosh has sent people again to urge the Queen to go to war. Although the Zul'Drak Empire is easily defeated, and only a dozen of our people joining forces are enough to wipe out those Loa, this concerns the dignity of our Red Dragonflight."
The male Dragon lowered its head, and said with some lingering fear:
"This time, the Queen has made up her mind and will not help Garrosh no matter what. He is simply a jinx. You didn't participate in the battle for the Eye of Eternity. To be honest, the Queen had no choice but to fight. We lost many warriors in the fight for the Eye of Eternity."
"Could it be that Malygos is not dead?" the Dragon beside the cauldron asked curiously.
The male Dragon raised its head, its eyes widening sharply. "Curiosity killed a dragon. If you want to live another ten thousand years, there are some things you'd better not ask."
The Dragon beside the cauldron fell silent, too terrified to utter another word.
Slad'ran was overjoyed upon hearing this. The Red Dragonflight would not aid the Orcs, which was fantastic news. He quickly recalled the Shadow Serpents. Slad'ran would never dare to send the Shadow Serpents to spy on the Red Dragon Queen; such a trick could not fool a Dragon Aspects.
Having successfully obtained the information, the two Priests rushed back to the Zul'Drak Empire. Instead of reporting directly to Frost King Malakk, they first went to the secret meeting place where the Priests were gathered.
All the Priests of the Zul'Drak Empire gathered together, and the high Prophet Moorabi and the Serpent High Priest Slad'ran reported their findings.
Galdarah, the Priest of the Rhunok, said lazily:
"Since Garrosh's army isn't as powerful as it seems, we'll give them a good welcome at Drak'Tharon Keep. We'll show them that the Drakkari Trolls are not the cowardly Zandalari Trolls."
"It is!" said the Warlord Zol'Maz in a sinister tone.
"Although we could annihilate the entire Orcs Legion by simply deploying all the Loa, we cannot do that. We must give Garrosh hope of victory, drag him into the quagmire of war, and slowly engulf him until he is utterly destroyed, until we take his head."
High Priest Havni chuckled coldly, "Very well, only Garrosh's death can deter the Horde from making any rash moves. The threat of death is the best means of negotiation."
Chief Priest Novos of Sseratus, and also the chief Priest of the Zul'Drak Empire, concluded his speech with:
"Don't tell Frost King Malakk yet. I believe he has a plan in mind, and if he doesn't get any information soon, he'll expose us on his own."
Drakuru was flattered to have gained the trust of Frost King Malakk and secretly sent as Scourge.
But when he actually started doing it, Drakuru realized that it was very difficult to do.
There is only one way to enter Icecrown Glacier, where the Scourge resides: the Wrathgate. To reach the Wrathgate, one must pass through Fordragon Fortress in Dragonbone Plain.
Now, the Fordragon Legion has established a firm foothold in Northrend. The resourceful Duke Bolvar first provided bodyguard services for various races and opened several safe trade routes, making a living by collecting tolls.
Subsequently, Duke Bolvar discovered the business opportunities in Northrend, which was rich in minerals and had a large quantity of high-quality furs. Unfortunately, the various races of Northrend were all clumsy and knew nothing about crafts such as forging and leatherworking, which were precisely the skills of humans.
Duke Bolvar bought large quantities of ore and fur at low prices, processed them slightly, and made them into crude weapons and armor, which he could then sell at high prices. Before long, Fordragon Fortress was able to become self-sufficient and even have a small surplus.
Unfortunately, the Drakkari Trolls were not trading partners with humans. On the contrary, the Furbolg of Grizzly Hills, who were the Drakkari Trolls ' sworn enemies, traded frequently with humans and had a good relationship with them.
Drakuru came up with what he considered a clever plan: to disguise himself as Furbolg and infiltrate Fordragon Fortress.