Timely Mount

How did the Orcs tame the Queen of Dragons? These questions had troubled Rhonin for far too long, but now the answer was finally in. The Demon Soul's special abilities were powerful enough to subdue Alexstrasza.

"Is he an idiot?" Falstad exclaimed. "How could he possibly handle Deathwing!"

Rhonin shook his head as well. "Deathwing's power is beyond our comprehension! Ner'zhul probably chose to flee because he knew he couldn't defeat him."

"That's the most absurd idea," Alleria replied. "So many Orcs, unless Deathwing is blind, they couldn't possibly escape from under his nose."

Fastad suddenly waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then pointed to the northwest sky.

A huge, dark shadow emerged from the high clouds. Then, the shadow descended and disappeared from their sight. The Queen of Dragons's eyes widened in fear when she saw the figure.

"That's Deathwing ..." the Gryphon Rider whispered.

Rhonin nodded. The game of deduction was over, and Deathwing had arrived. That meant only one thing. "It seems the whole truth will be revealed today."

Just as the first rays of dawn touched Grim Batol, a long Orcs caravan emerged from the fortress. Orcs Warrior, wielding gleaming swords, axes, or spears, flanked the front and rear of the wagons. The escort and laborers were mostly focused on protecting the wagons carrying the precious Dragon Egg. Every Orcs was on high alert, for rumors of Deathwing had reached everyone's ears.

Ner'zhul, riding on his only Worg, watched the caravan move with impatience. He had already dispatched all his Dragon Knight to the north beforehand, so that even if his plans here failed, the Horde would still have some dragons to use. Ner'zhul didn't dare let the Dragon Knight help transport the Dragon Egg; those were the Dragonmaw Clan's only fighting force.

He had even had a vehicle urgently built to transport the dragon, but now that dragon... Ner'zhul spat on the ground. Alexstrasza was gone, and his Demon Soul was now of little value. Although Ner'zhul doubted he could even complete the journey, he had no other choice.

Thinking of dragons, he looked up at the sky again. Although the cloudy sky offered many hiding places for dragons, he would eventually appear. Even though Deathwing might be far away, he would surely come. Ner'zhul didn't anticipate that moment.

"Damn it, where are you?" he muttered. "Where are you?"

Then, the last band of Orcs Warrior emerged from the cave. Ner'zhul watched them pass by. They were all proud and valiant Warrior, and looking at them, Ner'zhul felt as if he were transported back to the past. Back then, the Horde had never known defeat, nor had it ever encountered an invincible enemy.

He urged his mount forward to catch up with the group. It would be suspicious if he didn't travel with them. Aside from that, where he stood was irrelevant, as the Demon Soul granted him remote control abilities. No dragon could escape its control, except for Deathwing.

So, where did that black dragon go?

As if in response to this question, a piercing roar rang in his ears. However, the sound did not come from the sky as Ner'zhul had initially thought, but from the ground surrounding the Orcs. The Warrior panicked and scattered, trying to find traces of the enemy.

Despite the initial panic, the Orcs quickly regained their composure. They roared slogans and charged towards the oncoming Dwarf.

"Dwarf! Dwarf from Ironforge?" Ner'zhul's eyes widened. "Damn it, the explosion must have attracted them!"

The guards stood by the wagon, ready for battle. Even the lowest laborers gripped their clubs tightly. An Orcs didn't need any training to kill with a club.

Ner'zhul kicked a Dwarf who tried to pull him off his horse, and one of his guards immediately rushed over and engaged the Dwarf in battle. Ner'zhul spurred his horse toward the caravan; he needed some time to deal with the unexpected situation. The attackers weren't the expected invading force, but a swarm of dwarven Dwarf. These looked like the same rabble that frequented the caves in the mountains.

A deafening roar startled both sides in the battle. A gigantic figure darted through the thick clouds, then burst through them, swooping down on the Orcs.

"It's finally here! Death..." Ner'zhul froze, looking utterly bewildered. He still clutched the Demon Soul tightly in his hand, yet he made no move to use it as planned.

That's because the dragon that swooped down on him was covered in fiery red scales, not dark ones.

"We have to go down there," Rhonin said anxiously. "I need to see what's going on!"

"Could you teleport again?" Falstad asked after observing the height of the mountains.

"If I did that, my magic would be depleted, and someone would have to stay behind to look after the Queen of Dragons ... Besides, I have no way of knowing where I'll be teleported to. For example, where we are now, I definitely didn't intend to come here in the first place."

Vereesa leaned over the edge of the cliff and looked down. "It doesn't seem like there's much of a chance of going down."

"But we can't stay here forever, can we?" The Dwarf paced impatiently, then suddenly stopped as if he had stepped on something terrifying. "Gryphon! How stupid of me!"

Rhonin stared at the Dwarf. "Your Gryphon? Here?"

Falstad didn't answer, but instead reached into his pocket, searching for something. "Hopefully that damn explosion didn't affect... Ha, here it is!"

He took out something that looked like a whistle. The others watched as he put the whistle to his lips and then blew it with all his might.

"It seems... there's no sound," the mage said.

"You'd be surprised if you heard me. Wait a minute. He's highly trained. He's also my best mount. Let me tell you, it should have been following me here, so it'll be staying nearby for a while..."

After waiting a while, Falstad seemed less confident. "It shouldn't have been long since we parted ways..."

"That depends on how good your mount's ears are," Alleria mocked.

"It's better than trying to suddenly grow wings on your back."

So they continued to wait. Rhonin even felt that they had to keep waiting, which had its advantages, namely that his strength was slowly returning.

However, given the current situation, every second was precious, and the circumstances forced him to give it a try. The monk straightened up. "I'm prepared to try my best. I remember there's a place not far from this mountain that's quite open."

Suddenly, a winged figure emerged from the clouds and appeared before them. Rhonin and the others assumed it was Deathwing and quickly prepared for battle.

Only Falstad, who had been keeping a close eye on the sky, showed no signs of impending doom. He laughed and raised his hands to meet the figure flying towards him.

"They're here!" the Dwarf shouted, looking at Rhonin triumphantly. "Use your magic on the Orcs' heads."

Behind the Gryphon were one or two other figures, the Dragonhawk of Alleria and Vareesa.

"Excellent." The Female Elf was glad they had returned at this crucial moment. "We must move out. The mage, the Dwarf, and I will go and track the Orcs army. Vareesa, you and..." Alleria's gaze swept over Vareesa before she looked for her next target, but she found that no one else was there.

Where is Sylvanas?

As the year draws to a close, the author has been particularly busy lately, so the word count for updates will be lower, but two chapters a day will still be maintained. I hope everyone can understand.