A force that disrupted the balance had appeared in the Eastern Kingdoms.
As a child of Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect, Anachronos knew that their mission was to protect history from being altered and maintain the stability of the timeline...
Now, however, a small problem seemed to have arisen. Sufficient fluctuations had already proven that what was happening there was beginning to slip beyond control.
Setting out from Tanaris, the Bronze Dragon Anachronos flew across almost the entire Great Sea and reached the Eastern Kingdoms. He barely rested before spreading his wings again and flying toward that snowy mountain in the north.
A grain of sand capable of disrupting the river of history had already appeared on that snowy mountain. He had to remove it from this world before it stirred the world up completely.
Deep within Grim Batol, Zuluhed, chieftain of the Dragonmaw Clan, and the Shaman Nekros had failed to reach their original goal...
Their initial plan had been to use the Dragon Soul to control fifty Red Dragons within six months, giving the Horde fifty additional Dragon Riders... But now, they had produced only twenty Red Dragon Riders.
It was not because there were too few Red Dragons, but because the Dragonmaw Clan lacked enough warriors capable of riding them.
"Twenty dragons are enough!" the Dragon Rider Zaela shouted to her chieftain. "Enough to make those humans taste the terror of the Dragonmaw Clan... Besides, the Warchief on the front lines needs the Red Dragon Riders' help now!"
"Very well. Lead the Red Dragon Riders we have north and fight for the Warchief!" Zuluhed said slowly.
This had not been his idea. In his view, the sooner these dragon-riding Orcs joined the battlefield, the more they could contribute to the Horde...
Yet Warchief Doomhammer did not