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

Chieftain Ner'zhul just stared at him, emitting a terrifying aura, and his cold gaze was even colder than his body.

The white skull pattern on the old shaman's face seemed alive, as if it was ready to open its big, empty mouth and rush out to bite people at any time.

Even though he had been dead for so long that he couldn't sweat, the Blood Demon actually began to feel a chill running down his spine. He didn't know if it was cold sweat or corpse oil, but a yellow liquid actually began to flow from the top of his head...

"I'm sorry for speaking too much. I'll carry out your orders immediately!"

The Blood Demon didn't dare to stay in front of the old shaman any longer, and turned away in a hurry. He, who was always calm, actually felt a little dizzy.

It seems that Ner'zhul didn't want Grom and his men to come back alive from the beginning...

"What an old bastard... maybe even worse than Gul'dan..."

The Blood Demon sighed.

"Perhaps this attack is the old shaman's attempt to use the Alliance to eliminate those unruly individuals who refuse to obey his control..."

After the Death Knight passed on the chief's order, the orcs were surprised, but even the barren land of Draenor was much better than this place where they could lose their lives inexplicably at any time.

If you die on the battlefield, it is an honor. After death, your soul will return to Nagrand and return to the arms of your ancestors.

But being killed by the dragon's saliva in the camp would only be a shame.

As the orcs began to retreat in an orderly manner, the war against the black dragon also changed.

Maybe the long battle was too exhausting.

The battle between Nefarian and Saberian gradually shifted from the sky to the ground.

Two huge black dragons wrestled with each other on the ground, and every collision brought terrifying vibrations to the earth.

At this time, Saberian used his physical advantage to press Nefarian down hard, bit his shoulder, tore off a piece of flesh, and blood splattered immediately.

Nefarian roared in pain, opened his huge mouth, and blew a breath of shadow flame towards Saberion's neck.

Saberian howled in agony and rolled backward, his massive body crushing the building and the hapless orc into pieces.

Nefarian broke free and used a powerful lash of his tail to knock Saberion back a few steps, then suddenly spread his wings and flew into the sky again.

It swooped down from the sky again and hit Saberian hard.

The two dragons fought again, a fight even more bloody and brutal than the previous one.

Nefarian and Saberian both tried their best and focused their whole body and soul, neither of them was willing to give in, and every second was full of life-and-death danger.

"How terrifying... Is this a battle between dragons?"

Calpurnia said suddenly.

Alvin and his three companions who were hiding on the hillside north of the battlefield were completely stunned.

They quietly watched the fierce battle between Nefarian and Saberian.

The three girls stared at the battlefield, stunned into silence.

Alvin had his eyes closed... He needed to use "Mind Vision" to share Akalitrassa's vision in order to see clearly...

"These black dragons are simply crazy."

Solanlian whispered, the elf who always appeared mature and steady was now filled with fear.

"They can be so cruel to their own kind."

Akalitasa nodded in agreement.

"Just like what's said in the book 'Red Dragon Survival Manual'! Black dragons have no compassion and only know how to pursue strength and power. Betrayal and fratricide are very common among their own kind!"

What kind of strange book is this? I must borrow it and read it someday... Alvin thought.

Caponia's eyes were sharp, closely watching every detail of the battlefield: "Look, those two dragons fell into the orc camp!"

Sure enough, Nefarian and Saberian wrestled fiercely in the air and eventually fell into the orc camp together.

Caponia said hurriedly, "Huh? No, the orcs are starting to move. What are they doing? They're moving towards the Dark Portal! They're retreating!"

Alvin followed Akalitraza's instructions.

As expected, the remnants of the orcs were rapidly gathering towards the Dark Portal, apparently realizing that this attack had not gained them any advantage, and that it would be better to retreat immediately and cut their losses in time.

Just run away. The Alliance suffered too much loss in this war.

With Nethergarde Fort destroyed and countless soldiers defending the city killed, the Alliance will probably need to recuperate and restore its strength in a short period of time.

And it seems that the orcs suffered heavy losses.

They retreated so decisively that they didn't even take the wounded with them.

All those who could walk were walking on their own. The other seriously injured orcs could only stay here to face the fire or the alliance army that might fall on their heads at any time.

The orcs may not be able to launch a new invasion in the short term.

Although the key item, the Skull of Gul'dan, is still in the hands of Ner'zhul.

Although the tribe was now composed of remnants of defeated soldiers, he was not sure that he could single-handedly break into the orc camp and seize Gul'dan's head.

And at this moment, changes occurred on the battlefield.

Nefarian and Saberian seemed to be fighting each other.

Their moves were deadly, and they no longer tried to avoid each other's attacks. Instead, they entangled with each other, as if they were going to die together.

"You will never defeat me, Nefarian!"

Saberian roared, spread his wings suddenly, and slammed into Nefarian's chest.

"Then let us perish together, Saberian!"

Nefarian roared, his once perfect black dragon body was now covered in wounds and blood.

He did not dodge, but instead grabbed Saberian's dragon horn with his huge claws and then fired at him with the scorching shadow flames.

However, the huge impact force of Saberian still made him escape from Nefarian's control, and he hit Nefarian with the weight of his whole body.

And Nefarian's flames also sprayed on Saberian's back...

The two giant dragons howled at the same time, rolled on the ground, and spewed flames unconsciously.

The camp was filled with flames and their roars were deafening.

Nefarian used dark magic to summon countless shadow tentacles in an attempt to trap Saberian.

Saberian used his dragon breath to burn the tentacles to ashes.

After a brief moment of unconsciousness, the two dragons immediately began to collide and bite each other, and the fire and blood intertwined together, which was terrifying.

Ultimately, Nefarian and Saberian's collaboration destroyed everything around them.

The entire camp was shattered by the huge shock wave, the buildings collapsed, and the remaining wounded orcs were buried to the bottom.

Alvin and his companions witnessed all this on the hillside and felt a chill in their hearts.

"What is that?! It looks like Onyxia!"

Akalitasa exclaimed in surprise.

"No, what is she going to do?!"