In the twenty-fourth year of the Dark Portal, the chaos in Azeroth began.
The warm sunshine shines on Orgrimmar. In this season of revival of all things, Orgrimmar ushered in a grand event.
Krasus was born a red dragon and was Alexstrasza's youngest mate.
In the Chief's Hall of Orgrimmar, there is a red stone pillar called the Dragon Binding Pile.
Tribal leaders have different tastes. Vol'jin and Sylvanas both like roasted tauren.
Thrall's taste has been changing. He likes to eat dragon meat recently and often holds luxurious dragon meat banquets.
As a rare magical genius among red dragons, possessing powerful transformation abilities, and one of the six members of the Kirin Tor Council, Krasus was honored to be invited to Thrall's dragon meat banquet, and there was no dispute about it.
main character.
Krasus in dragon form was firmly tied to the dragon-binding stake. This stone pillar was stained red with dragon blood, and his abdomen had been cut open, revealing his constantly wriggling internal organs.
Vol'jin came to Krasus with a cruel look. Poor Krasus had no strength to struggle and could only whine in vain. Vol'jin flipped his wrist and cut off Krasus' heart.
A piece of meat.
You must know that the heart of the dragons is the core of their power and the source of magic. When the heart is damaged, Krasus lets out a miserable wail.
Wo'jin carefully held this bright piece of flesh and blood, rich in magic power, and brought it to Thrall.
Sal dipped the sauce in, ate the dragon meat that was still trembling slightly, and nodded with satisfaction.
"It's such a rare delicacy. I wonder when I can eat the meat of Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza."
Sal let out a sigh, something was wrong with his expression, and his eyes were scarlet.
Vol'jin said with a flattering smile: "The great savior Thrall, the Red Dragon Queen is just a humble domestic animal."
After hearing this, Thrall laughed loudly, patted the table and said: "Even the Dragon Roar Clan can control the Red Dragon Queen and make her lay eggs like a domestic animal. Not to mention my great savior Thrall, the time is coming soon, I must do it
Eat her."
At this moment, Thrall is obsessed with Alsace, which is a worry for him. As for the Red Dragon Queen, she is just a domestic animal. Thrall never takes it to heart. He can eat that red dragon if he wants to.
A red cloud enveloped the sky above Orgrimmar, and the temperature in the chief's hall rose rapidly.
The Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza descended from the sky to save her mate.
Transforming into the form of a human woman, the Red Dragon Queen in red strode into the chief's hall. When she saw her dear companion in Dragon Binding Manor, the Red Dragon Queen was filled with grief and anger. She loudly questioned Thrall:
"Thal, what have you done? Let go of my love, you damn beast."
Sal chuckled and said disdainfully:
"Red dragon, please face your identity. You have lost your glory since ancient times. Red dragons are just domestic animals. It is your glory to be eaten by our noble orcs. Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Thrall's face was twisted and evil, and his eyes showed a crazy red light, as if a demon was about to come out of his body. This made the Red Dragon Queen feel fearful, and she did not dare to go against the wishes of the great savior.
Looking at her dying partner in a miserable situation, the Red Dragon Queen warned herself that she must be patient.
Thrall is not scary, what is scary is the guardian Medivh behind him.
If she wanted to save her mate, she could only plead with Medivh. The Red Dragon Queen bit her lips and said nothing. She rushed out the door and turned into a red dragon and soared into the sky.
The Red Dragon Queen was faster than expected. Thrall had just eaten half of Krasus's heart when the Red Dragon Queen had returned, followed by a smiling Jaina and a serious-looking Medivh.
Medivh ignored Thrall and the heroes of the tribe. He raised his hand gently, and Krasus's restraints were automatically untied, and he fell from the dragon-binding pillar. The Red Dragon Queen quickly stepped forward to support her lover and help him.
Treat injuries.
"Alexstrasza, let Krasus recover from his injury as soon as possible." Medivh's tone did not allow for negotiation: "He needs to help me complete a big thing, and I have asked Nozdormu to prepare it."
"This is not fair." Thrall protested loudly. His temper was even more violent than before. He dared to confront the guardian and shouted: "Medivh, you can't steal my food."
Medivh didn't say anything, he just stared at Thrall and said slowly: "The time has come. A good soul has been repaired in your body. I need a strong body, preferably a body of a blood relative. Salu
Farr.”
Saurfang stood up, looked at the many orc generals behind him, and picked out a young orc who was as strong as Saurfang, and the two looked very similar.
This young orc is the strongest of Saurfang's sons.
Medivh nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, Saurfang, I will remember your dedication. For Azeroth, this is a sacrifice that should be made."
Medivh stretched out his right hand and grabbed Thrall's head.
Sal showed a look of pain, his face was twisted, and he struggled unwillingly. His expression became different from usual, more cruel and ferocious. Sal's body kept twisting, as if there were countless winding snakes hidden under his skin.
Poisonous snake.
"Medivh, you promised me. This is my body, my tribe, my warchief. Do you want to break your oath? I have served the Burning Legion for ten thousand years to win today's reward. You can't even think of destroying it.
My good deed."
"Brox Saurfang." Medivh revealed the evil soul hidden in Thrall's body: "If you want to gain something, you must pay a price. You need to do something for me. Only you can do it in the tribe.
Mission accomplished.”
"Damn it, Medivh, don't even think about controlling me, don't even think about it." The evil soul struggled hard, its eyes were scarlet, resisting Medivh's power.
Medivh's expression did not change, but he only increased the magic power of his right hand.
Thrall let out a scream, and then fell to the side sluggishly. Medivh held a green sphere in his hand, wrapped in an ugly soul emitting red light.
This is the soul of an old orc, which seems to have been torn into pieces and then pieced back together. Now it has healed a lot.
"Live or die, Brox Saurfang, you are a smart orc." Medivh said.
"Okay, Medivh, you win." The old orc flinched: "I can help you, but you must not miss anything you promised. I must become the warchief."
"Then it depends on your ability, Brox, to see if you can come back alive from ten thousand years ago." Medivh waved to the bewildered young Saurfang beside him, and the young orc unconsciously
Fly to Medivh.
Medivh pressed the old orc's soul into the young orc's forehead.
The young orc's eyes immediately straightened, and it took a long time before they turned again, becoming crazy and evil.
"I still need a great mage." Medivh looked at Jaina aside.
Jaina's face turned pale and she was very frightened. Medivh smiled lightly: "Don't worry, I have found the right candidate, the Archmage Ronin of Dalaran.
"Red dragon mage Krasus, human archmage Ronin, orc warrior Brox, Nozdormu will send you to the era of Queen Azshara 10,000 years ago. Your task is to help me find a book, Azshara."