More than three years have passed since the defeat of Orgrim's tribe and now the entire eastern continent is filled with orcs and rogues.

The Dragonmaw Orcs have also been entrenched in the wetlands for more than 3 years, their large army is hiding in the fortified city of Grimbaatar, some small teams scattered out, raiding the entire wetland, the port rebuilt in the wetlands after the war, Minahir Harbor is also often attacked by the Dragon's Throat Orcs, and the town of Dammud, built by the dwarves near the Saldo Bridge, has also been sacked by the Dragonmaw Orcs.

The dwarven king Magni of Ironforge. Copperbeard has sent troops to support the battle in the wetlands on more than one occasion, hoping to drive the Dragonthroat Orcs out of the Dwarves' traditional sphere of influence, but unfortunately, the Copperbeard Dwarves have also suffered heavy losses in the Orc Wars, and like other human kingdoms, they are powerless to drive out these bandits.

The two sides divided a strict occupation zone in the wetlands, in general, the dragon-throated orcs are the inferior side, although they can control the red dragon to fight, but the number of dragons is also limited, especially after the orc war, the red dragon realized that blindly obeying the orcs because of the queen's threat will not make the queen's situation better, so the red dragons who can still move have left here, leaving only some young dragons who have been completely tortured and lost their minds.

In this case, the Dragonthroat Orc can still survive, which is already a very lucky thing.

But they were trapped in the wetlands, trapped in Grimbaatar, and there was no doubt that the dwarves didn't even need to wage a large-scale war, and in this situation, the dragonthroat orcs trapped in the city would eventually collapse on their own due to lack of supplies.

After Zulushid, the Skullcrusher who became the chief of the Dragonthroat Clan eventually found that things didn't go the way he thought they would, and he didn't get the opportunity he was hoping for...

"Chief Gromash has sent a messenger again."

In Grimbaatar's Chief's Hall, which used to be Orgrim's place, but now the Skullcrusher sits on it, the orc warlock frowning, and in front of him, a "letter" handwritten in animal skin.

Trusted Warlock Draka. The Shadow Burner stooped down and stood beside the Dragonthroat Chieftain, and he said cautiously:

"He invited you to participate in the war in the Arathi Heights, and it is said that the Broken Hand Clan and the Thunder King Clan have joined, and he is waiting for your reply."

"I know, I can read every word on it!"

Necrus said in disgust:

"I don't need you repeating it to me! Grom thinks this is Draenor, the three clans unite to break through the heavily defended prisoner of war camp, this is simply impossible, how terrible the heavy cavalry of Fort Riptide is, you and I have seen it... More than once! ”

"I'm not going to be their cannon fodder!"

The Skullcrusher clenched the golden disc in his hand, he looked at the treasure in his hand in fascination, he reached out and stroked it, he muttered to himself:

"We're here to stay in Grimbaatar, with the help of the dragon, no one will try to drive us away, here, this will be the kingdom of the dragon's roar! Right here, we're not going anywhere! ”

"But the chief!"

Warlock Drakar said with an ugly face, "We are seriously short of supplies, no matter how many scouts we send out, we can't loot enough supplies, this is a wetland, this place is too barren, if we don't unite with them, we will be trapped and die in..."

"Shut up!"

The Skullcrusher interrupted Draka's persuasion viciously, his eyes red, and he stared at his most trusted lieutenant as if he were looking at a stranger, or even at an enemy, a chaotic malice that could hardly be disguised.

"Why are you so keen to persuade me to join the fight, to join a battle that has nothing to do with the Dragonthroat Clan! Say, did you betray the dragon's throat? Have you made some dirty deal with Gromash? Have you already taken refuge in them? ”

"Wow"

The orc chief stood up sharply, he stepped forward and grabbed Drakar's collar, his face contorted and growled:

"You think I'm going to lose? Right? ”

"You think Dragon's Throat is hopeless? Do you think we're going to be crushed by those dwarves? ”

"Say! Traitor! Say! ”

"You're crazy! Necruz, you're crazy! ”

The interrogated orc warlock felt insulted, and he opened the skull-crusher's hands, and he said viciously:

"If you don't trust me, then dismiss me, Necruz, that artifact, you are inseparable from it, it affects your mind, it has driven you crazy, no one with a brain would invite the dangerous black dragon into their city, but you just did it! Do you really believe that those black dragons are here to help you? Don't be silly! They're here for your artifact! ”

"You! You still want to rob my artifact? ”

The Skullcrusher clung to the golden disc in his arms, and he roared at Draka:

"Get out! Get lost! There's no place for you in my clan! Dragon's Throat doesn't need you anymore, get out, don't let me see you again! ”

"You're done!"

Drakar was completely disappointed, he picked up the dragon's throat insignia on his chest and threw it to the ground, he spat and strode into the darkness of Grimbaatar:

"The dragon's throat is finished!"

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Draka. The Shadow Burner, who was once one of the high-ranking members of the Shadow Council, was an extremely good orc warlock, but he was from the Dragonthroat Clan and was loyal to his clan, so when Gul'dan reconvened the members of the Shadow Council, he did not get involved, and chose to stay with Skull Crusher Knights Cruise.

But now, the once wise and ruthless Necrus is gone... That artifact!

Drakar keenly felt that it was the artifact known as the Dragon's Soul that was influencing him, that magic was indeed powerful, it could manipulate dragons, it could control them, but as a warlock, the first truth Drakka learned was... Anything powerful has a price to use, and now it seems that the price of using the dragon's soul is the completely defeated sanity of Necruz.

"It's going to ruin the entire dragon's throat eventually!"

The orc warlock returned to his abode, and he took care of the door, and quietly summoned a green eyeball, the Eye of Kilrog, the most common and useful detection spell used by warlocks, and he manipulated the eyeball to look at the various key positions in Grimbaatar, and the sight he saw made Drakka feel a deeper threat.

The leader of the black dragons who roamed Grimbaatar in human form, those who had come uninvited months ago, had somehow convinced Necrus to open the city to the black dragons.

Draka. The Shadow Burner hadn't heard of the war that took place in this world 10,000 years ago, but just by relying on his warlock instincts, he could guess that these black dragons were not good, these guys were not the same as the red dragons manipulated by the Dragon's Throat Clan, they were more cunning, more manic, more powerful, but also more dangerous, and after talking to those black dragons a few times, the warlock could feel that these black dragons were as dark on the inside as they were on the outside.

There is no doubt that they hold some secrets, and their leader, even more mysterious, almost never appears in front of Draka.

"Why the hell are you here?"

The orc warlock observed it for a long time with the Eye of Kilrog, but he didn't get the answer to the mystery he wanted to know, he knew that he would definitely not get the answer from these black dragons, and after thinking about it for a long time, Draka. The Shadow Burner pushed the door open, and he followed the stairs that Grimbaatar had led deep into the ground, to the great crater at the bottom of the city.

Perhaps, where can he get the answer.

"Whew, whew"

As Draka walked into the cavern beneath the city, a scorching wind emanated from the dark entrance of the cave with a rhythm like a wild beast breathing.

He greeted the orcs guarding the entrance of the cave, and although Necrus wanted to deprive him of his position and status, in reality, the confused and irascible Skullcrusher could not manage the current Dragonthroat Clan at all, and the real manager of this clan was Draka, and in the hearts of the lower orcs, this orc warlock was like a real chieftain.

The Shadow Burner walked into the cavern, which was clearly an excavated cavern rather than a natural formation, and the deeper it went, the more hot the air became, until the Shadow Burner saw the creature lying in the deepest part of the cavern.

She had a huge body, a huge body more than 150 meters long, entrenched in the deepest part of the cave, like a mountain derived from this land, her body was covered with beautiful scales, each piece was like a real work of art, filled with a warm light in the darkness, although the light was a little dim because of the long captivity.

She seemed to be asleep, her huge head resting on her jewel-adorned tail, and with each breath, the burning breath that erupted from her huge nostrils, blew Draka's hair up as if she were approaching a volcano.

Unlike the skull crusher Necrus, every time Draka sees this creature, his heart is full of awe, in his world, there is no such magnificent creature, which represents strength and natural nobility, if he can, Draka is definitely not willing to enslave it, not only because of the awe in his heart, but more importantly, unlike the skull crusher who only looks at the skull crusher in front of him, the warlock Draka. Shadow Burner, he could see the end of the Dragonmaw Clan once this creature was freed from slavery... It will come in an instant.

"Well, Warlock, I can feel that your heart is full of doubts, dazed, and overwhelmed..."

In front of Drakar, a pair of huge yellow snake pupils suddenly opened, like a light piercing the darkness, the red dragon queen did not move her posture, she looked at the small orc in front of her with a sleeping posture, there was anger and killing intent in her eyes, but when the dragon soul was still in Grimbaatar, she was weak and powerless to resist.

"What do you want to know from me?"

Alexstrasa asked softly, the deep voice was like thunder, as one of the guardian dragons, the Red Dragon Queen had seen the true creators of this world with her own eyes, and had received from those great beings the power to shake the world, she had seen civilization staggering forward in a daze, she had seen the first war in the mortal world, and she had witnessed the rise and fall of the Night Elves and the Troll Empire.

But no matter what kind of civilization it is, they don't dare to treat her so crazy... The orcs did it, enslaving her with an evil artifact, an unimaginable, indescribable shame in Alexstasa's tens of thousands of years of life.

The Dragonthroat Orcs are dead!

Whether it's the Red Dragon Queen or the orc warlock in front of the Queen, it's all clear... No one can save the Dragonthroat Clan, and these orcs are running for death.

"I want to ask you, those black dragons, you've seen them, right?"

Draka leaned over slightly, expressing his respect, and he whispered:

"I don't dare to ask for your forgiveness, all this can only be said to be fate, if I will die in your hands one day, it is also fate, but before death comes, I hope I can die a little more clearly, and not be sent to hell for no reason."

"Those black dragons, what is the purpose of their arrival in Grimbaatar?"

"Black Dragon?"

The Lifebinder closed his eyes and said like a dream, "Of course I know them, I know them from the day they came to this city, they dare not appear before me, because they are afraid, they are afraid..."

"Afraid of what?"

Draka asked.

"The source of their bloodline, the fallen guardian of the earth, my former companion, its breath has completely disappeared from this world, just like a tree that has lost its roots, floating powerlessly above the tide, moving along the river in the direction of the unknown future, no one can protect them anymore, just like the young rats that have been opened from the hole, waiting for them is the encirclement and suppression from the whole world."

Alexstasa opened his eyes and looked at the orc warlock in front of him with a playful gaze:

"If it's you, are you afraid?"

The orc warlock was silent, and the Red Dragon Queen closed her eyes again, her voice barely audible:

"They also want answers from me, they want to use me as a talisman to avoid the pursuit that is destined to come, they want to transform my children into monsters, to fight for them, as evil as Nesario, they have inherited the evil blood from their fathers, it is sad, I am the protector of life to be taken by two bandits, but you are not destined to succeed... Orcs, your chief, have gone mad, right? ”

"Hehe, this is what happens to holding an artifact as a mortal, and in the foreseeable future, you will suffer the same fate."

"You'd better keep an eye on me, I've never been so angry in the last tens of thousands of years, I've never been so disgusted with a life, you're a rebellious life, you shouldn't exist... So don't let me break free. ”

"That means the end of you... It's coming! ”