Thrall swung his meat-cleaving ax, split open the chest of the Red Dragon Princess himself, and took out the still-beating heart.
The heart of the Red Dragon Princess is different from that of mortal creatures. It is not entirely composed of flesh and blood. The huge heart is inlaid with many crystal-like red balls. The flesh and blood are only its inclusions. The crystal balls are the essence formed by pure magic power.
Connected by duplicated threads, this is the source of the dragon clan's power.
Looking at the core of dragon power, like a precise instrument, Thrall marveled at its beauty and delicacy.
"Now, it's mine."
Sal was triumphant and smiled ferociously. He still needed the last step of work.
The red dragon's vitality is extremely tenacious, and she deserves to be the guardian of life. Even if her dragon skin is stripped off and her heart is removed, she is still alive. Unfortunately, her tenacious vitality has become the cause of the beginning of her suffering.
Thrall ordered his subordinates to pour buckets of black juice onto the red dragon's skinless flesh.
These magical potions continued to penetrate into the red dragon's body like living creatures, contaminating the red dragon's flesh, blood, and soul.
Finally, when the black juice successfully contaminated the red dragon's body, her soul succumbed and was forced into her heart.
The Red Dragon Princess died so tragically that she could not even leave a mark in history.
It's like it never existed.
"Pick off the red dragon essence from the heart and make it into a rosary." Listening to the miserable howl of the red dragon princess, Thrall showed a satisfied smile and handed the red dragon's heart to the technician beside him.
Red Dragon's heart was extremely heavy, and two technicians worked together to barely lift it.
"Now, my people can enjoy a delicious dragon meat feast." Thrall laughed loudly, turned to look at Jaina, opened his mouth and said: "Jaina, you know what to do.
"
Jaina, who witnessed this scene, was already stunned by Thrall's cruelty. She could not imagine that such a beautiful and elegant creature like the red dragon should be treated in such a cruel and inhumane way.
"Respected and great savior, your wish will surely come true."
Jaina holds the scales of the Red Dragon Princess in her hand, and she wants to give this to the Red Dragon Queen.
With just some lies, proper disguise and performance, the Red Dragon Queen's vengeful fury will easily destroy the entire Stratholme.
Jaina is very confident in herself. Although the Red Dragon Queen is very smart and can be regarded as one of the oldest creatures in the world, when her beloved daughter is killed, the mother often loses her due judgment.
Experimental Subject No. 5 witnessed this tragedy with unblinking eyes. As a member of Thrall's personal guard, he had to participate in the dismemberment of the Red Dragon Princess.
However, his hands were trembling and he finally calmed down.
A long sigh could clearly be heard in his ears.
The sigh from the Black Dragon Prince.
Northrend, Dragonbone Plains, the top of Wyrmrest Temple.
An icy cold wind blew by, and the Red Dragon Queen suddenly woke up from her deep sleep.
For many years, the cold wind that penetrated into the bones of Northrend never made the Queen feel the slightest bit of coldness.
This time, she felt trembling all over.
In the nightmare omen, she saw her favorite daughter being swallowed up by dark flames, and her soul was locked in a room full of black juice, suffering torture and pollution.
"Save me, mother."
The daughter begged miserably.
After waking up, the Red Dragon Queen felt extremely lost inside, as if something had been lost forever.
"My daughter, Yarishandra."
The Red Dragon Queen felt uneasy in her heart. The intuition of dragons often represents signs. She looked towards the distant south, in the direction of Stratholme.
A shining portal appeared at the top of the Wyrmrest Temple. Jaina, wearing exquisite little leather boots, stepped out of the portal with sweat on her head. It seemed that she had experienced a fierce battle. Jaina's pretty face was covered with dirt.
, with streaks of blood, his body covered with thick dust, his body swaying and his steps staggering.
"Messenger from Dalaran, messenger of the savior Thrall, welcome to Wyrmrest Temple. I wonder what news you have brought?" The Red Dragon Queen blew gently to clean the dust on Jaina's body.
Jaina bit her lip with a sad look on her face.
Her steps were heavy and her eyes were sad. She took out a red scale and handed it to the Red Dragon Queen. Suddenly she sat down on the ground, held her head and cried loudly. She was so sad, as if she was mourning her concubine.
Looking at the red scales and feeling the familiar aura on them, the Red Dragon Queen's pupils suddenly tightened.
"What happened? The messenger of the savior Thrall?" The Red Dragon Queen had a bad premonition and her tone was trembling.
"There is a powerful evil hidden in Stratholm, and they killed the red dragon princess and her brothers and sisters!" Jaina was so sad that she finally said this information and emphasized it.
"I saw with my own eyes that powerful evil tore the Red Dragon Princess into pieces."
"What?"
The Red Dragon Queen let out a roaring cry, her anger barely controlling her flames. There were flames brewing in her mouth and nose, and the temperature of the entire Dragon Sleeping Temple rose rapidly.
After countless years of ups and downs, the Red Dragon Queen still has enough sense:
"Tell me, how powerful is the evil? It killed my favorite daughter."
The queen's voice was full of majesty and unquestionable determination for revenge, which made Jaina panic.
This is the most difficult part to fabricate. Those who can kill the Red Dragon Princess must be one of the few top strong men in Azeroth, and these strong men are all famous and are all in the memory of the Red Dragon Queen.
Fortunately, the furious Red Dragon Queen did not notice Jaina's panic. Jaina regained her composure, told the lie she had prepared, and said sadly:
"It's Prince Arthas of Lordaeron. He got a magic sword called Frostmourne and gained powerful evil power. He has degenerated into a terrifying world destroyer. He is about to destroy the entire Azeroth.
mainland."
"Frostmourne?"
The Red Dragon Queen was startled. She remembered her experience of searching for the magic sword with Medivh.
"It turns out that this sword really exists."
The Red Dragon Queen, who wanted to rush to Stratholme for revenge immediately, hesitated for a moment. She remembered the importance Medivh attached to this magic sword, and felt the need to inform the Guardian.
Jaina noticed the Red Dragon Queen's hesitation, which she had not expected. She did not know that the Queen had heard of this magic sword. In order to avoid a long night of nightmares, she quickly knelt on the ground:
"My Queen, please save us. The great and kind savior Thrall is at war with the evil Prince Arthas. Now he is in danger. He is about to be killed. Azeroth is about to be destroyed. Please be righteous, Your Majesty."
Reach out.”
Jaina burst into tears, her attitude was extremely sincere, and she knelt on the ground and begged again and again.
The Red Dragon Queen knew the importance of Thrall, and her grief made her mind more and more confused:
"Where's Guardian Medivh? Why didn't he take action?"
"The Lord Guardian took action, but unfortunately he was entangled by the evil Archmage Kel'Thuzad."
Jaina made an excuse that she had prepared a long time ago. As long as the Red Dragon Queen rushes to Stratholme, the matter will be successful. As for the lie that Jaina made up, she can also find a way to cover it up, such as there is another place to fight.
By the way, Kel'Thuzad seems to be able to restrain the guardian's power. The Red Dragon Queen has heard of this a long time ago.
"I will rush to Stratholme." The Red Dragon Queen paused and said in a cold voice: "Emissary of Dalaran, you go back first. I want to get a weapon, a weapon that has been dusted for a long time. The time has come.