Gelk, the Second Khan, was still deeply wary of the Black Dragonflight. Even though Nefarian had betrayed the Dragon Aspects after the War of the Ancients and joined the Old Gods' side, Therazane the Stonemother had sternly warned Princess Theradras that whenever outsiders displayed advanced control over earth elementals, she had to be cautious. Others did not know where Deathwing was hiding, but Therazane the Stonemother knew perfectly well that Deathwing's base lay at the bottom of The Maelstrom, deep within the nests of the earth elemental plane. Though the Stonemother was the most peace-loving of the elemental lords, why would she have left Deathwing—the traitor to the earth who called himself the Worldbreaker—alone for so long if she truly had the strength? Deathwing was far stronger than any elemental lord. Even the strongest, Ragnaros, was no match for him. For her one and only beloved daughter, Therazane had always warned her not to provoke anyone who might belong to the Black Dragonflight. Those madmen were not to be trifled with.
"I'm not a black dragon. As you can see, I'm an Orc. Gelk, the Second Khan, what kind of trick are you trying to pull?" Thrall was utterly baffled when Gelk, the Second Khan, asked in genuine shock whether he was a black dragon. They had been in a tense battle, so what was this sudden nonsense supposed to be?
"Orcs? I don't know where you green creatures calling yourselves Orcs came from, but anyone who can control earth elementals better than I can cannot be an ordinary black dragon. You must be a direct descendant of Neltharion. We've never had any conflict with your Black Dragonflight, so why are you helping the Tauren?" Gelk, the Second Khan, knew that dragons possessed extraordinary shapeshifting abilities. When they transformed into