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

"The battle isn't over yet! Those orcs are running away!"

A figure fell from the sky. He somersaulted in the air and landed steadily, raising a huge cloud of dust.

The dwarf's beard flew wildly. This man was Magni Bronzebeard. The impatient dwarf did not wait for the dragon to land and jumped directly from the black dragon's claws.

At this time, he had already clenched his two-handed hammer.

"Varian! Quick! Let's kill these orc remnants together!"

As he spoke, he swung his hammer and smashed the head of a fleeing orc.

"Uncle Magni!"

Varian immediately recognized the person who came. It was the King of Ironforge. In this temporary force from Stormwind, there were also dwarf warriors who had come from Ironforge to support with Magni. When they saw their king, they cheered, surrounded their king, and together with Magni, harvested more orcs.

"Varian! Now is not the time for small talk! It's time to show you how a warrior can get in and out of a crowd and fight more and more excitedly!"

Magni raised his hammer high,

"Battle stance! Charge! Hamstring! Fatal blow! Berserker stance! Intercept...Brother Alvin, please save me! Damn it, there's Old Six!"

But before he could finish shouting, his injuries had healed under Alvin's holy halo.

"By the Stone! This is terrifying! With this kind of recovery power, wouldn't I be invincible?! Go! Kids!"

Kilrogg now deeply regretted it.

He regretted not listening to the warning of Fenris from the Thunder King clan.

At first, I just thought that guy was a poor guy who was scared by the alliance and didn't deserve the word "honor" at all.

But when he faced this terrifying power himself, he realized that Fenris was not exaggerating... the truth was even more terrifying than the legend.

He was leading the few remaining orcs in a mad escape to the south, trying to reunite with the blood demons besieging Nethergarde and inform them of the news.

However, the dense forest of the Swamp of Sorrows was a good place for them at the beginning, but it was also an obstacle to their march. The speed of these large orcs moving in the mud and water was not very good.

Alvin opened his eyes and was shocked by the effect of the magic. It seemed that the power in his body was getting stronger and stronger. Sure enough, the blood contract of the two dragons could not deceive people. It seemed that a few days ago, he was still the guy who would be exhausted after using only two magic spells. Too many things happened in these days!

But now is not the time for Alvin to sigh, as Onyxia's voice came to his ears.

"Some orcs are trying to escape. I'm going to stop them."

Before Alvin could speak, the Black Dragon Princess flew over.

Poor Kilrogg thought he had escaped from the battlefield, but the black dragon's powerful vision made it impossible for these guys to hide.

She had absolutely no good feelings towards orcs. Whether they were cooperating with Nefarian or Saberian, they were all just smelly bugs. Like their black dragon allies, they were not good people.

Kilrogg only felt that the sky suddenly darkened, and then a huge wind pressure came down from the sky, blowing his men all over the place.

Then a huge monster crashed to the ground.

He looked up and saw a mountain even bigger than the Aklan Peaks pressing down on his head. The mountain had hard, shiny black dragon scales and claws even bigger than those of a Goron.

The black dragon lowered its head, its dark eyes staring at him with ill intent. Thick black smoke spewed out of its half-open mouth and nostrils. What flowed from its mouth was not saliva, but drops of red-hot magma. The scorching heat passed through the orc's body, evaporating his sweat as well.

"Why, isn't the Black Dragon our ally?"

"Allies? Say, where is Saberian?"

When Onyxia transforms into Lady Katrana Prestor, she spends her free time studying the texts and languages of various races, so she can also speak Orcish.

The old orc's soliloquy aroused her curiosity.

"Tell me, where is Saberian?"

"If I tell you... will you let us go?"

Onyxia tilted her head, seeming very surprised by the orc's question.

Then she gently extended her dragon claws forward.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

An orc warrior was instantly pierced through the middle by the claws. The enormous force did not stop after passing through the orc's body, but directly pierced the poor orc in half...

The black dragon raised the claw that had just killed someone and placed it in front of his eyes to observe it.

"Um, what did you say? Oh, I'm sorry, I accidentally crushed a bug."

"..."

A naked threat!

The old orc had never felt so desperate and so scared in his entire life.

He entered the ice storage, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and he couldn't even hold the battle axe firmly anymore, and it fell to the ground with a clang.

But the Black Dragon Princess did not stop her killing.

Another dragon claw inadvertently slapped down from the sky, like swatting a fly, and swatted another orc warrior under the dragon claw.

There was a "pop" sound, and the guy didn't even make a wail, but some blood mixed with mud seeped out from under the Black Dragon Princess' claws.

"I say, I say, Saberian is with Warchief Ner'zhul in the base outside the Dark Portal!"

"Well, it would have been nice if you had told me earlier, otherwise I would have stained my nails..."

The black dragon sighed, "I could have easily reduced you all to ashes. This is my first battle in front of my dear master, I must perform perfectly..."

When Kilrogg heard this, his legs could no longer hold on and he fell to his knees.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha, is this the price of war... Ancestor, let me return to your arms..."

Fierce flames more than a person's height spurted out from the Black Dragon Princess' mouth. She swung her head left and right, and the flames sprayed out in a fan-shaped area, turning the fleeing orcs and everything here into a scorched earth.

Kilrogg was reduced to ashes in the flames. It is unknown whether his soul returned to the embrace of his ancestors, but at least his ashes remain in the swamps of the Swamp of Sorrows on the continent of Azeroth...

While the black dragon was dealing with the orc deserters, Magni and Varian also completed the encirclement here.

But Alvin always felt very uneasy in his heart, as if something bad had happened in Watchtower.

Varian's words further deepened his suspicions.

"Mr. Alvin, leave this to us. Go to Nethergarde Fort and support them! Just now, a huge explosion was heard from the direction of Nethergarde Fort!"

After hearing what Varian said, Alvin, who wanted to get off the dragon's back, stopped.

"Okay, then I'll go ahead and support General Turayang!"

"We'll leave as soon as we finish here. Please, Miracle Priest!"

Alvin nodded and gently touched the little red dragon's scales. Akalitha immediately understood and flew to the south.

After Onyxia solved the problem here, she followed.

"Alvin, Saberian is indeed at the Dark Portal, with the orc chieftain. They are indeed colluding with each other!"

"Just as I predicted! He's transporting dragon eggs to Draenor! Sister, don't worry, just wait patiently. Nefarian should be here by now. When they're both badly beaten, we can go out and take care of both sides!"

"Hehehe, I have to admit, maybe you're the destined master of my life. Your schemes and tricks are even more like those of a black dragon!"

"Perhaps! Take us to Nethergarde! Akalitrasza!"

"Okay! Brother Alvin!"

A dragon roar sounded, and one man and two dragons quickly flew towards the Watchtower!