Ironforge Peak in the Searing Gorge belonged to the Dark Iron Dwarves!
Under Emperor Thaurissan's leadership, they fought fiercely with the Horde's Blackrock Clan orcs to the south over ownership of Blackrock Mountain.
It had to be said that these Dark Iron dwarves were fortunate. Had the Horde not focused most of its attention on the humans to the north and the Bronzebeard Dwarves to the west, and had they not had the complex terrain of the Searing Gorge and the Burning Steppes to rely on... they might not have held out for so long.
The dwarf scouts watched their surroundings intently, searching for traces of the Horde's orcs.
They did not notice, however, a red dragon flying high overhead.
Krasus, or rather, the red dragon Korialstrasz, flew over this land.
His gaze swept across the scorching land around him, as though searching for something.
Soon, he found it...
Red dragons. Three enormous red dragons flew toward Krasus.
"Caelestrasz."
"Nostrastrasz."
"And Tederastrasz."
Korialstrasz called out the three red dragons' names one by one.
"Hello, brother!" the female red dragon leading them said. "You said you summoned us to help you rescue Her Majesty the Queen, but why did you have us gather here?"
Apart from the red dragons controlled by the orcs, these four red dragons were practically the strongest four in the Red Dragonflight.
The other two red dragons shared her confusion.
"Alas!" Krasus sighed. "I slipped into Grim Batol once, trying to rescue Her Majesty, but before I could even get close to her... I was nearly controlled by the Dragon Soul, enslaved just like our brothers and sisters in the Vermilion Sanctuary..."
"Even you couldn't do it?" Caelestrasz frowned.
Krasus was a rare magical genius among red dragons. His command of arcane power surpassed even the vast