Chapter 1892: Chapter 1280: Not Tasty! (A Belly Full of Watermelon)
A figure stood on the mountaintop of Hellfire Peninsula, coldly watching the long line of people below at the Dark Portal.
“What on earth are they doing?”
Standing there was a tall elf man with demon-like horns and wings. His name was Illidan, once a very famous figure among the Night Elves, and in fact, Illidan is still quite famous now.
Ten thousand years ago, during the battle against the Burning Legion in Ancient Times, Illidan fought till the end. However, his methods were too radical, resulting in his imprisonment by his own people after the battle ended.
After ten thousand years, he escaped again and came to Outland. Illidan’s goal has never changed, which is to fight against the Burning Legion and destroy Sargeras. For this purpose, he formed an army in Outland, attacked the Black Temple built by demons, and trained a group of Demon Hunters born to hunt demons.
For Illidan, this was just the beginning, as long as he could defeat the Burning Legion, he wouldn’t mind paying any price.
When the Alliance Expeditionary Force appeared, it attracted Illidan’s attention, but he didn’t care about those Alliances. However, when the Tribunal appeared, Illidan changed his mind. He didn’t know where this mysterious force came from, but the only certainty was that the other party possessed powerful weapons capable of fighting and destroying the Burning Legion.
Illidan originally planned to find an opportunity to contact this mysterious force called the Tribunal, but to his surprise, after entering Outland, they did not advance inland as Illidan had thought, but instead stayed motionless at the Dark Portal. Moreover, the Alliance Expeditionary Force that ventured deep into Outland surprisingly retreated!
Illidan sent people to scout the situation, but the result was astonishing.
The Expeditionary Force was actually going to retreat!
What a joke! Retreat! Why retreat!
Illidan was completely puzzled. Clearly the Tribunal possessed such powerful warships, destroying the entire Burning Legion in Outland was also easy, yet they came here just to retreat?
This was completely beyond Illidan’s comprehension. He once wanted to infiltrate to investigate the situation, but the Steel Warriors guarding the Dark Portal seemed to sense Illidan’s presence, and his attempts were unsuccessful. Now, he could only watch the last team of the Expeditionary Force step into the Dark Portal, and the Steel Battleship slowly ascend into the sky, disappearing above the heavens.
“Hoo……”
Illidan shook his head; he too knew about the anomaly of the Burning Legion. However, regarding the news of Sargeras’ death, Illidan did not believe it. In his view, Sargeras might have encountered some trouble, hence the temporary chaos. Once he returned, the Burning Legion would immediately regroup.
This was originally a golden opportunity to strike the Burning Legion, yet they abandoned this easily obtainable opportunity!
Indeed, it’s better to rely on oneself; still, relying on oneself is the way to go.
Thinking this, Illidan’s expression once again became cold.
It’s still up to the Demon Hunters he trained to completely eradicate the Burning Legion!
Having made his decision, Illidan stood up ready to return to the Black Temple, but just then, suddenly, a dazzling beam of light appeared before his eyes. Illidan instinctively looked up, only to see a bright beam piercing through the clouds, slowly descending onto the ground.
Then, a radiance as scorching as the sun appeared — this was the last scene that Illidan saw.
The void shattered.
The already dilapidated Outland Planet shattered completely under the Tribunal’s main cannon shot. Standing on the bridge, watching this scene, Varian and Mekkatorque were wide-eyed and speechless. Although they had seen similar scenes last time, there was not much activity when observing Argus from space back then.
But this time was different. They saw with their own eyes how Draenor, already on the brink of collapse, completely exploded under the Tribunal’s main cannon shot, seeing a planet, a world, destroyed in the most direct way before them. The shock it brought was naturally unparalleled.
“It’s truly unimaginable……”
Varian was filled with emotion, then turned to look at Duanmu Huai.
“Your Honor, the Judge, why didn’t you use this on Argus before?”
“Because Argus needed to preserve the planet, so it was more troublesome. But it’s different here, this planet is already completely ruined; there’s no value in keeping it, just blast it away.”
Duanmu Huai spoke while glancing outside — there was no longer any sign of the planet, only an asteroid belt showing their presence.
Well, actually, there’s not much presence left.
“Alright, the matter here is settled, we should return now.”
For the Horde located in Kalimdor, the war between the Alliance and the Burning Legion had nothing to do with them. In fact, the Horde had its own mess to handle now.
It was the Forsaken……oh, now there aren’t many Forsaken left.
Only a hapless Banshee Queen remains.
As the Horde leader, Thrall was daily bothered by the Banshee Queen, who repeatedly insisted that the Horde must fulfill the alliance agreement, helping her reclaim Undercity. But after Thrall had investigated the Tribunal’s strength — uh, sorry for disturbing, goodbye.
The Forsaken were completely wiped out, the Banshee Queen was left a Lone Commander, how could Thrall help her!
Eventually, Sylvanas and Thrall had a big argument and then she left angrily. As for where she went, Thrall didn’t know. But for Thrall, the current problem wasn’t about the Banshee Queen, it was about the Tribunal.
The reason is simple: the Tribunal’s human supremacy.
In fact, the initial Alliance was not much different. After defeating the orc invasion, many suggested executing these orc prisoners directly. However, the King of Lordaeron, as the leader of the Alliance, went mad; he not only rejected these demands, but also built a containment facility to house all the orcs.
Though the orcs didn’t live very well during that time, at least they survived.
However, the Tribunal’s stance remained consistent—all orcs must be killed, leaving none alive!
This deeply worried Thrall. Although, for now, the Tribunal was fighting at the Dark Portal and Outland, temporarily not focusing on Kalimdor, Thrall feared that once they dealt with the Burning Legion, the Horde would be their next target.
Judging by how ruthlessly they dealt with the Forsaken, it was clear the Tribunal wouldn’t treat the Horde kindly. Thrall could certainly express his desire for peace with the Alliance, but whether the Tribunal would acknowledge this is highly questionable.
Moreover, Thrall gathered some intelligence and learned that after the Tribunal’s appearance, there was a growing trend of human nationalism within the Alliance. Previously, some favored coexistence with the Horde, but now most believe it’s better for the Horde to disappear as soon as possible.
“Sigh…,”
Thrall sighed silently, understanding that those advocating for peace earlier did so because the Alliance and the Horde were evenly matched, and continued fighting would only result in mutual destruction. From a realistic perspective, these people chose a ceasefire. But now, the Alliance had an unimaginable leverage, leaving the Horde with no viable means to counter it…
Is war with the Tribunal inevitable? Or should he negotiate further, trying to buy some time?
While Thrall worried about the Horde’s future, he suddenly sensed something and his expression changed drastically.
“The elemental forces have shifted, this is… The Great Vortex? Not good!!”
The Great Vortex.
This enormous vortex at the center of The Great Sea traced back to the war with the Burning Legion. However, its origin was not the issue—what emerged from it was!
“Roaaaarrrrr!!”
The black giant dragon clad in iron armor roared ferociously, flapping its tattered wings as it emerged from the Great Vortex. Its body blazed with fierce flames, emanating an aura filled with aggression.
“Pain, suffering, my hatred burns in the Abyss! The world trembles from my torment! The pitiful kingdoms crumble under my fury!”
The black dragon suddenly rose, flapping its wings as it flew forward. With its movement, what was once a relatively calm sea began to roar. The surging seawater turned into a tsunami heading towards Kalimdor, the ground quaked, and the Barrens split open with a massive crack.
“Boom!!!”
As Thrall exited the hall, he saw a Horde flying ship corkscrew into a nearby tower and explode into a fireball. All of Orgrimmar was in chaos. Thrall looked up to see a black shadow flying across the sky, approaching rapidly. Behind it, the fierce flames seemed to ignite the entire sky.
“Death Wing—!”
Staring at the distant shadow, Thrall’s voice trembled uncontrollably. He knew the origins of this terrifying behemoth; it was once one of the Great Dragonflights, the Black Dragon King, Neltharion, the mightiest of the Guardian Dragons. Yet even someone as powerful as Neltharion was eventually corrupted by the Ancient God, losing his sanity and becoming Death Wing, leading the Black Dragon Clan’s attack.
Ultimately, Death Wing’s scheme was foiled, and he retreated to Deepholm in the Elemental Plane to recuperate.
And now, he was back!
“Boom———————!!!”
Death Wing spread his wings, soaring over Orgrimmar. Following in his wake, a sudden storm and flames consumed the city of the Horde.
However, this was only the beginning!
To Death Wing, the scurrying creatures below didn’t matter. His target was singular: Wyrmrest Temple. He sought revenge, to cast a shadow of destruction over Azeroth because he… embodied power’s transform—…what?
While Death Wing was rampaging across Kalimdor, suddenly, a massive shadow appeared out of nowhere above him.
Death Wing looked up, instinctively gazing at the sky.
In his sight, he only saw a gigantic, blood-red maw that almost covered the entire sky.
Before Death Wing could react, the maw closed completely.
“…what is it doing?”
The girls aboard the warship were bewildered, gazing at the young Ether Dragon overhead in Kalimdor. They watched as it smacked its lips, then with a ‘poof,’ spit out what it just ate—a mangled black dragon, bones and skin shattered like a pile of chicken bones, crashed to the ground like garbage.
At the same time, the girls received a mental induction from the young Ether Dragon.
One sentence.
“Not tasty!”