Robbie and Krasus strutted towards the Dragonmaw clan's camp.
Now the Dragonmaw clan has been divided, with some following Nekros the Skullbreaker and the other supporting Chieftain Zuluhed.
There were more orcs supporting Chief Zuluhid, but Nekros was holding the Demon Soul and with the help of the red dragon, he was even more powerful.
If it weren't for the help of the Rotten Dragon, Nekros would have unified the Dragonmaw clan long ago.
This is Zuluhid's camp. Robbie and Krasus transformed into two strong orcs.
Zuluhid also managed the army very rigorously. There were patrolling sentries around the camp, and there were many open and hidden sentries, so the security was tight.
Robbie is well aware of the characteristics of orcs, most of all they bully the weak and fear the strong.
A sentry came to inquire, but Robbie beat him half to death without any explanation, and then stepped on him several times. No sentry dared to get into trouble again.
Crassus asked worriedly: "Is this really okay?"
Robbie sneered and said: "What are you afraid of? The orcs are all very smart. Anyone who dares to beat them must be a close associate of the chief. Even if you give them a hundred courages, they would not dare to report it."
As Robbie said, except for a few forbidden areas, the two of them had unimpeded access to the Dragonmaw Clan camp, and anyone who dared to block them would be severely beaten.
Krasus breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his voice: "To be honest, I don't trust Tyranastrasz. He is the eldest among our red dragons, older than the Queen."
Seeing that there was no one around, Crassus hesitated for a moment and then said mysteriously:
"If it weren't for the queen's safety, there are some things I wouldn't dare to say. There have long been rumors among our red dragon clan that Tyrana Strasz was originally the leader of the red dragons. He was once brothers with Deathwing and with Gala.
The clone also contributes the most during the battle, and Alexstrasza is just one of his consorts.”
Robbie frowned and asked, "How did Alexstrasza become the Red Dragon Queen."
"This is all the fault of Eonar, the Life-Binder. She is only willing to give the power of life to those of the same sex. After the queen obtained the power of the Titans, she first bit all the spouses of Tyranastraz to death and imprisoned him in Wyrmrest Temple.
Deep down, he was afraid that others would gossip, which is why he didn’t execute him. If there is anyone in the red dragon clan who hates the queen the most, it must be Tyrana Strasz.”
Robbie touched his chin: "Do you suspect that Tyrana Strasz is colluding with the ancient evil of the Maw?"
"Although it is just a guess, it is not impossible." Crassus was a little at a loss and could not make up his mind: "I believe more in the queen's other two consorts."
A strong smell of flames came from a forbidden area in the camp, and a flame barrier was also set up at the entrance of the cave.
Robbie used the Eye of C'Thun and saw the situation inside the cave. In the deepest part of the cave lay a giant dragon with a perfect streamlined figure.
For some reason, this giant dragon was very weak, panting and paralyzed on the ground.
Although Robbie knows nothing about the aesthetics of red dragons, this dragon looks much more pleasing to the eye than Krasus.
With Robbie's ability, it is not difficult to pass through the flame barrier silently, but without the help of Krasus, it will be difficult to find out anything useful.
Krasus also felt the aura coming from him, and after a long while he said:
"This is the magic of Clostrez, the most beautiful dragon in the red dragon clan. I feel that his aura is very weak."
"Can you get through the flame barrier?" Robbie asked hopelessly.
Crassus shook his head: "This is a barrier designed by the queen herself. There is nothing I can do about it."
Robbie was not surprised: "There must be a way for someone to get through the barrier."
"who?"
"Chief Zuluhid."
In the chief's tent in the center of the camp, Zuluhid was entertaining guests. He was an elderly orc who had long passed his prime.
At the same time, Zuluhid was also a shaman, and knowledge gave him new strength, allowing him to firmly sit on the throne of chief.
Lightbringer Uther stared at the old orc with a flattering smile on his face.
"Master Chief, we haven't seen each other for a long time. You still look as strong as before."
In front of King Terenas, the proud Uther had never been so complimentary, but in the face of a ferocious orc, he had to give up his dignity.
Zuluhid snorted coldly from his nostrils: "Uther, people say you are the light bringer, how come you can't even defeat a Dalaran mage?"
Uther explained awkwardly: "That was just an accident. I swear by the Holy Light that I will take off his head next time."
"Is there a next time?" Zuluhid shouted angrily: "Ronin colluded with the traitor Nekros, and his Holy Word spell is a major threat to us."
Uther smiled bitterly and said: "You have to believe me, Holy Word is just a low-level spell with a very low success rate. I have a way to deal with it."
"I hope you are not lying." Zuluhid breathed a sigh of relief: "Necros and his dragons are a major threat. When will Lordaeron send troops to destroy them?"
Uther was in trouble, scratched his head and said: "The Silver Hand is not good at air combat. It must be coordinated by the dwarf griffins and Dalaran mages. His Majesty the King is coordinating."
"I have heard too many excuses. You are always coordinating and negotiating." Zuluhid was very impatient: "If you can't show sincerity, we will suspend cooperation. You should know that Lordaeron is not us.
The only option is that we have more reliable allies."
Uther couldn't guess who the ally Zuluhid was talking about. It might be the Red brothers from Blackrock Tower, or it might be the Warsong clan in the wilderness.
However, judging from Zuluhid's sufficient confidence, his allies must be quite terrifying, enough to determine the life and death of the entire Azeroth.
"Dear Warchief, I have brought you good news." Uther said with a smile: "I have convinced His Majesty the King to give the land of Alterac to the Dragonmaw Clan. I just take the reputation into consideration.
The process was a bit tortuous.”
"reputation?"
Zuluhid raised his hand and slapped Uther on the face without any warning. Uther flew up high and fell heavily to the edge of the tent.
"We orcs are the greatest justice in Azeroth. If you follow us orcs, you will gain a good reputation. Don't you know? Humans are just food for the orcs, and your reputation is meaningless."
Uther was so frightened that he almost shed tears.
"Great Chief, please listen to my explanation. There is a lot of resistance within the alliance. If you don't do this, it will be difficult to complete it smoothly."
After getting angry, Zuluhid finally patiently listened to Uther describe the entire plan.
"Lord Presto?"
The corners of Zuluhid's mouth slightly raised, and he mocked: "Even a mere human dares to challenge me. I agree with this plan, but Presto must die."
Uther breathed a sigh of relief. Giving up Prestor had been expected and King Terenas had already agreed.
"As you wish, respected warchief, His Majesty the King hopes that you can say a few kind words in front of Medivh."
Zuluhid glanced at him: "If everything goes well with the plan, I will."
Uther hesitated for a moment and then said respectfully: "King Terenas would like me to greet the Red Dragon Queen. I wonder if I can be accommodating?"
"Does Terenas worry about me?" Zuluhid stood up: "You come with me."