I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

"Brother Alvin, how are you?!"

The red dragon that landed was Akalitrassa. She had been hiding around Blackrock Mountain for a long time following Alvin's arrangements.

Ever since the huge rocks on the outer rock wall of Blackwing Lair fell off, the little red dragon noticed the changes here. She was very worried that something might have happened to Alvin inside, and was ready to land and rush in.

"Problem solved! My sister has been rescued. Now we are going to Nethergarde Fort together!"

"Hmph, rude young dragon! Don't you even say hello when you see me?"

The Black Dragon Princess spewed black smoke from her mouth and asked angrily. The poor Dwarf King was smoked into the appearance of a Dark Iron Dwarf by the black smoke...

"Ah! Oh, Sister Onyxia... hello..."

Akalissa still feels overwhelmed when she sees the Black Dragon Princess.

But seeing Alvin sitting upright on Onyxia's back, he probably guessed what was going on.

That cruel Black Dragon Princess actually let Brother Alvin sit on her obediently?

As expected, he is Brother Alvin!

Even the black dragon surrendered!

"The stone is above!"

Magni shouted in the dragon's claws: "Or, put me down first. I can walk on my own..."

"Hmph, let's go!"

Onyxia ignored the wailing dwarves and soared into the sky with a black dragon.

Akalitha took off soon after, following the black dragon, and the group flew quickly south.

Cursed Land,

Outside of Watchtower.

Because the existence of the Dark Portal connects the continent of Azeroth and the world of Draenor, the corruption of the dying continent of Draenor is affecting this land all the time, making it dry and cracked, and showing a terrifying dark red.

At this moment, the tribal coalition forces are attacking Watchtower.

The battle had been going on for five days and five nights, and reinforcements for the Horde continued to pour out of the Dark Portal.

Without the three artifacts, Ner'zhul could not open the portal to other worlds, so he had to take a gamble and put all his troops on the battlefield.

Outside the Dark Portal, huge siege machines are emerging from the portal, dragged by ogres and Gronn.

In the temporary command post outside the portal, Ner'zhul was looking at the map on the table angrily.

The old orc rubbed white bone powder on his face, drawing a terrifying skull shape. This is the facial pattern in orc shamanism that represents going all out and winning at any cost.

Beneath the white skull facial pattern, there were countless wrinkles. The clan leaders beside him could not tell whether the wrinkles were due to the old shaman's old age or because his brows were furrowed due to anger.

No one dared to speak and anger the old shaman at this time.

Although Ner'zhul is very old and a real old man, no one doubts that he is still the most powerful person in the entire tribe.

"Oh!"

Ner'zhul's fists hung on the table, his knotted muscles and veins bulging, frightening Fenris, the chieftain of the Thunderlord clan standing below.

"A few thousand wolf riders, plus five Flaming Fist Ogres... attacking an empty city with no troops..."

"Now you tell me, after fighting for less than an hour, you left behind a pile of corpses and ran back to me for help?"

The powerful Lord of Thunder was like a little girl who had made a mistake. He stood behind the table, not daring to breathe.

"Great Chief!"

Fenris's face turned pale. The orc who valued honor more than life could not ignore the contemptuous looks of several clan chiefs around him. He mustered up the courage to shout.

"It's not my problem! There's a powerful guy stationed in that city! He can use terrible shadow magic. His shadow energy shattered our Flaming Fist Ogres. Four ogres were shattered in an instant!"

As Fenris spoke, his voice began to tremble, as if he was recalling the horrors of the battle.

"That kind of pure shadow energy, I've only felt it from Gul'dan!"

After he finished speaking, Fenris regretted it.

"Gul'dan" - this forbidden name, the terrible warlock who once led the tribe into the abyss of destruction, eventually died in the sea of ​​Azeroth, his skull is now kept in the hands of Ner'zhul.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up his..."

Ner'zhul waved his hand, signaling Fenris to continue.

"Then, two dragons appeared! A black dragon rescued the dark spellcaster, and a red dragon attacked us!"

"Black dragon?"

Ner'zhul frowned and turned his head to look at a dark corner of the room.

A dark-faced human man, wearing full armor, was sitting at the back and listening. When he heard the black dragon appear, he suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice.

"What kind of black dragon is it?"

"It's huge, huge! It's taller and wider than the city wall! After rescuing the people, the guy flew away."

Fenris said hurriedly.

The human man stood up and walked out of the darkness. Fenris then discovered that this middle-aged man with short hair also had a black mustache.

Why is there a human here?

Fenris had a question in his mind.

"Mr. Saberian..."

Ner'zhul bowed his head respectfully and asked the man, "I have fulfilled the agreement between the Black Dragonfather and me. Neltharion also agreed at the time that the Black Dragonflight would serve as an ally of the Horde... May I ask, what is the matter with the black dragons of Stormwind?"

It turns out this guy is a black dragon! No wonder the chief is so afraid of him!

Fenris suddenly realized.

"That's right! If it weren't for that black dragon, the Dark Caster would have been chopped in half by me!"

"That's Onyxia,"

Saberian didn't care about the orc's questions.

"She infiltrated Stormwind City at her father's request. As for why she saved the dark spellcaster you mentioned, I have no idea. It doesn't fit her character."

"But I heard you say just now that the black dragon didn't attack you. It was a red dragon that attacked you, right? What's going on here?"

"That's right!"

Fenris shouted, "That was a huge red dragon! Only slightly smaller than the black dragon! The flames it spewed out caused me heavy losses!"

"enough!"

Ner'zhul pounded his fists on the table again.

The white lines on the old shaman's face had twisted together, making him look even more terrifying under the dim light.

"I don't want to hear your explanation! My tribe doesn't need orcs like you who failed to complete the mission and suffered heavy casualties!"

"What? I told you, this isn't my problem!"

Fenris protested loudly, waving his arms to express his unwillingness.

"I remember I said that!"

Ner'zhul sat back in his chair, which was not comfortable at all, but during the war, it was probably one of the few pieces of furniture the tribe had.

He picked up the Skull of Gul'dan on the table and gently stroked it in his hands, as if feeling the knowledge and energy contained in it.

"My tribe doesn't need a general who loses the battle."

After saying this, a dazzling bolt of lightning shot out from the dark eye sockets of Gul'dan's skull.

Fenris, who was protesting loudly, was struck in the chest by lightning. A moment later, Fenris had his eyes wide open and his mouth open. He couldn't believe it until his death that the old shaman had attacked him in the tent, and he had no power to resist.

"Someone! Drag this pathetic guy out!"

"Yes!"

The orc warriors on both sides grabbed Fenris's legs and dragged him out like a dead dog.

"Tell all members that my tribe can only succeed and not fail. If we can't succeed, we will die in battle!"

"Yes!"