A red Dragon flew over the entire forest, then landed on the walls of Stormwind City.
A female Orc clad in golden plate armor, her black hair tied into two braids hanging down her back, climbed down from the Dragon.
"Warchief! I am Zaela of the Dragonmaw Clan." The Dragon Rider respectfully dropped to one knee before the one she had come to see. "Chieftain Zuluhed sent me to bring you his greetings!"
"Excellent, Zaela!" A hint of a smile appeared on Orgrim Doomhammer's face as he looked at the towering, mighty Dragon before him. "Is this the surprise Zuluhed brought me?"
"Yes, Warchief!" Zaela continued, "The warriors of our Dragonmaw Clan ventured deep into the Redridge Mountains and found the Golden Disk, which we call the 'Dragon Soul.' Then, under the guidance of the Black Dragon, Lord Prestor, we came to the fortress called Grim Batol! These Dragons are the spoils Chieftain Zuluhed gained at Grim Batol!"
"How strong is it? I hope it's not just for show!" Grommash Hellscream, chieftain of the Warsong Clan, shouted from the side as he faced the Dragon.
"Of course not!" As though she had been insulted, Zaela glared fiercely at Hellscream, then turned and snapped at her mount, "Breathe your flames, little one! Let the Warchief see!"
A trace of unwillingness flashed in the Dragon's eyes, but it seemed unable to refuse Zaela's command.
Flames poured into a patch of woodland outside the walls. Dozens of large trees burst into searing flames in an instant and turned to ash in the blink of an eye...
"What terrifying flames..." Grommash murmured.
"This Dragon's power is equal to that of a hundred Warlocks!" Saurfang said gravely.
"Zuluhed is a hero of the Horde!" Eitrigg praised.
"The credit doesn't belong entirely to Chieftain Zuluhed. Nekros,