The gadfly landed on the giant dragon skeleton in the center of the camp. Upon closer inspection, Morabi was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
The dragon skeleton was actually made up of walrus bones. Garrosh was so cunning.
After a detailed investigation, Morabi concluded that although the orc soldiers had amazing combat effectiveness, the orc army was at the end of its tether.
As long as the Drak'saron Fortress is firmly defended, the Zul'Drak Empire will be safe. When the orcs' rations are completely exhausted, it will be time for the Drakkari trolls to counterattack.
"There is only one question now, whether the Red Dragon Clan is willing to take action."
Thinking of this, Morabi felt despair in his heart. If the red dragons helped the orcs and hundreds of red dragons jointly attacked, the terrifying dragon's breath would fall from the sky, and the strong Dracsaron Fortress would be as vulnerable as paper.
"I hope the Serpent Priest Sladlan can bring back good news." Morabi said secretly.
The red dragons are an extremely proud race. The giant snake priest Sladlan came to the Wyrmrest Temple, not to mention wanting to see the red dragon queen. These giant dragons with eyes higher than their heads didn't eat him, which was considered polite.
Only the dragon mage Krasus received Sladran out of courtesy. Krasus was familiar with the species of Azeroth and had no sympathy for the dirty and poor Drakkari trolls. He only allowed him to stay near Wyrmrest Temple.
Rest in a tent.
Sladlan had known this would happen, but he was very confident about this trip.
The Dragon Clan is a group of arrogant creatures. Although they are powerful enough, how can they know the power of the Loa God? Sladlan secretly thought in his heart that as long as he avoids the well-informed Krasus, his mission will be completed.
Finish.
Sladlan took out a blood-red flute, which was a special magic item cultivated with blood for many years. He put the flute to his mouth, Sladlan blew gently, and a slow sound that dragons could not hear came out.
Spread, and not long after, a group of colorful venomous snakes gathered around Sladran.
Sladlan selected a few shadow snakes that were good at hiding, fed them his own blood, and then sent them to Wyrmrest Temple.
The Wyrmsleep Temple is quiet, with most of the adult dragons sleeping lazily. This is the only way to spend their long lives, and the energetic young dragons are responsible for patrolling.
Shadow snakes were wandering around, and Sladlan suddenly smelled the smell of herbs.
"Is there any dragon injured?"
Sladran secretly wondered in his heart that the red dragon was a life-binder and was best at healing injuries. If he had to rely on herbal medicine, it must not be an ordinary injury.
Curious, Sladlan followed the smell and found himself in a huge room. In the center of the room was a cauldron that could stew a dragon, with a large pile of magic crystals burning underneath, and an adult red head.
The dragon is directing the four young dragons to brew the medicine.
Piles of precious herbs were poured into the cauldron, and the adult dragon carefully controlled the heat. Not long after, a faint fragrance came from the pot, and the adult dragon was overjoyed: "It's done."
A pool of golden paste poured out of the pot, and the door to the room opened from the outside, and a majestic male red dragon walked in:
"How is the Queen's medicine going?"
The giant dragon next to the cauldron said hurriedly: "It's ready. I wonder how the queen's injury is?"
The male dragon's urn sound and urn airway:
"It's healed. The wings have grown back. Apply medicine and you can move around after some rest. Well, it's all the fault of that stupid orc Garrosh, otherwise the queen wouldn't have been injured."
The giant dragon next to the cauldron asked worriedly: "I heard that Garrosh sent someone to urge the queen to go to war again. Although the Zul'Drak Empire is vulnerable, just a dozen of our people joining forces can be enough to destroy those groups."
Loa, but this is related to the dignity of our Red Dragon Clan."
The male dragon lowered his head and said with some fear:
"The queen has made up her mind this time. She will not help Garrosh no matter what. He is simply a disaster. You have not participated in the battle of the Eternal Eye. It is embarrassing to say that the queen is also helpless. The Eternal Eye
, we lost many warriors."
"Is Malygos not dead?" the dragon next to the cauldron asked curiously.
The male dragon raised his head and widened his eyes: "Curiosity will kill a dragon. If you want to live another ten thousand years, there are some things you'd better not ask."
The giant dragon next to the cauldron was as silent as a cicada, not daring to say another word.
Sladlan was overjoyed when he heard this. The Red Dragon Clan would not help the orcs. This was great news. He hurriedly took back the shadow snake. Sladlan would never dare to send the shadow snake to spy on the Red Dragon Queen. This trick could not be concealed.
A guardian dragon.
The two priests who successfully got the news rushed back to the Zul'Drak Empire. They did not directly report back to Frost King Malak, but first went to the secret place where the priests gathered.
All the god priests of the Zul'Drak Empire gathered together, and the high-ranking prophet Morabi and the giant snake priest Sladran reported on the findings of the investigation.
Galdara, the priest of Lakali, the rhinoceros god, said lazily:
"Since the army led by Garrosh is not as powerful as it appears, we will entertain them well at Drak'saron Fortress. We will let them know that the Drakkari trolls are not cowardly Zandalari trolls."
Warlord Zormaz said miserably:
"Although all the orcs can be annihilated by dispatching all the Loa gods, we can't do this. We have to give Garrosh the hope of victory, let him fall into the quagmire of war, and engulf him bit by bit, and there will be no recovery.
Until his head is taken off."
High Priest Havini sneered: "Very good. Only the death of Garrosh can make the tribe dare not act rashly. The threat of death is the best means of peace talks."
Novos, the chief priest of Saronya, the flying snake god, and also the priest leader of the Zul'Drak Empire, finally concluded his speech:
"Don't tell Frost King Malak the information yet. I believe he must have a plan secretly. As long as he doesn't get the news, he will take the initiative to expose it to us."
Drakuru gained the trust of Frost King Malak and secretly sent an emissary to the Scourge, which flattered him.
But when he actually took action, Dakuru found that it was very difficult to do.
There is only one way to enter the Icecrown Glacier where the Scourge is located, and that is the Gate of Scourge. If you want to reach the Gate of Scourge, you must pass through Fordagon Fortress in the Dragonbone Plains.
Nowadays, the Fordragon Army has established a foothold in Northrend. The resourceful Duke Bolvar first provided bodyguard services for various races, opened up several safe trade channels, and made a living by collecting tolls.
Later, Duke Bolvar discovered the business opportunities in Northrend. There are rich minerals and a large amount of high-quality furs. Unfortunately, the various races in Northrend are clumsy and know nothing about blacksmithing and leather making. This is exactly what happened in Northrend.
What humans are good at.
Duke Bolvar purchased a large amount of ore and fur at a low price, processed it slightly, and made it into rough weapons and armor, which he then sold at a high price. Before long, Fordagon Fortress was able to be self-sufficient and had a small surplus.
Unfortunately, the Drakkari trolls are not humans' trading partners. Instead, they are the ancient enemies of the Drakkari trolls, the furbolgs of the Grizzly Hills. They trade frequently with humans and have good relations with them.
Drakuru thought of what he thought was a clever idea, disguised himself as a furbolg, and sneaked into Fordagon Fortress.