The Second Empire of Azeroth

Alexstrasza looked at the surrounding ugly orcs with shame and anger. She never imagined that she would fall into the hands of a group of barbarians. With her abilities, she could have killed all these orcs with a single dragon breath.

However, she was now so weak that she couldn't even breathe dragon fire, simply because these orcs were holding her nemesis in their hands.

She regretted it. She shouldn't have been so careless, only bringing a few red dragons with her. As a result, the orcs used the Dragon Soul to control her, making the other red dragons hesitant to act.

"Red dragons, if you don't want your queen to suffer, surrender obediently!"

Zul'jin shouted loudly. With Alexstrasza in his hands, he wasn't afraid that the red dragons wouldn't comply.

The red dragons looked at each other, hesitant, but none of them landed. Because once they landed, they would be at the mercy of the orcs.

Zul'jin sneered and gave Nekros a look. Nekros immediately activated the Dragon Soul, and Alexstrasza screamed in agony, becoming even weaker.

"Damn it—stop!"

The red dragons cried out anxiously, then slowly landed on the ground. They couldn't bear to watch their queen being tortured, even if it meant sacrificing their own lives to save her. Even if they knew that doing so wouldn't make the orcs let their queen go.

"Heh heh heh—"

Zul'jin laughed triumphantly. The glory of the Dragonmaw clan was about to be restored.

The Dragonmaw clan was just a branch of the Blackrock clan, and they were loyal to Blackhand. Back in Draenor, Blackhand entrusted the clan's wind riders to the Dragonmaw clan for management, and the Dragonmaw wind rider knights were always the envy of the orcs. But it didn't last long. During the battles with the draenei, many wind riders died in battle. After arriving in Azeroth, they couldn't adapt to the new environment and some died of illness. The remaining wind riders could no longer be used on a large scale.

After Orgrim Doomhammer took over, the Dragonmaw clan was directly stripped of their right to use wind riders. Because the Dragonmaw clan's allegiance was to Blackhand's two sons, Orgrim entrusted the Dragonmaw clan to Rend Blackhand, as a reward for the Rend Blackhand brothers' loyalty to him.

After the orcs conquered Blackrock Mountain, some of the surrendered Dark Iron dwarves began to serve the orcs. Among them, a very obedient Dark Iron dwarf often told the chieftains about the history of this land, one of which caught Zul'jin's attention. In the mountains of Redridge, there was actually an artifact that could control dragons.

Zul'jin, who had always wanted to restore the glory of the Dragonmaw clan, immediately began to prepare, even concealing it from Orgrim, in order to find this artifact.

Now, having successfully captured the powerful red dragon queen using the artifact, how could Zul'jin not be happy?

While laughing, he fell into fantasy. Dragonmaw clan warriors riding on dragons, defeating the dwarves and humans in the north, and completely occupying the entire continent. The Dragonmaw clan becoming the number one clan, surpassing the Blackrock clan, and then helping the Blackhand brothers defeat Orgrim and become the new warchiefs—wait, I already have powerful dragons, why should I be loyal to the Blackhand brothers? I can completely become the warchief myself!

While lost in thought, Zul'jin was also pondering. If he wanted to conquer the entire continent, the number of dragons was crucial. But now there were only a few dragons, which made him very dissatisfied. He had to increase the number of dragons.

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to Alexstrasza. Wasn't there a female dragon there!

Alexstrasza noticed Zul'jin's lewd smile, and her heart was filled with even more shame and anger. What lewd things was this evil reptile thinking about in his mind?

Zul'jin didn't care about the dragon's thoughts. He walked triumphantly towards the red dragons. He wanted to choose a strong mate for the red dragon queen, so as to ensure the quality of the red dragon queen's offspring.

Little did he know, on a mountain top not far away, a group of people were spying on them.

Roger stared in astonishment at the captured red dragons in the valley, his mind a little confused.

What's going on? Did the red dragon queen just come to deliver herself?

He had read the Warcraft Chronicle. The Dragonmaw clan's control of the red dragon queen wasn't supposed to happen now! Could it be that because there was an extra him, history had changed?

But that's still not right! He could only change Stormwind Kingdom, and couldn't affect Deathwing!

What exactly is going on?

Roger had a sense of powerlessness. He felt that he was losing his grasp of the plot.

John leaned over, "Roger, should we attack?"

Roger pulled his thoughts back. He couldn't control whether history had changed, but the battle in front of him had to be carried out.

Flame Blade? After thinking of this name, Zul'jin immediately woke up, and immediately rolled on the spot, rolling to the side.

However, Roger in mid-air didn't let him go, directly holding the sword in one hand, and aiming a barrage of Arcane Missiles at Zul'jin with his right hand.

"Boom!"

The Arcane Missiles exploded on Zul'jin, directly blasting him away, throwing him several meters.

At this time, the other orcs reacted and rushed towards Roger with their weapons. Nekros, who was controlling the Dragon Soul, was also distracted, wanting to cast a spell on Roger.

His spell was still brewing, and a flash of light flashed in the corner of his eye. Turning his head to look, Nekros was immediately terrified. He quickly cast a Shadow Ward on himself, and ran towards the red dragon queen, using her huge body to avoid the attack of the huge fireball.

"Rumble—"

The earth trembled, shaking the orcs back and forth. The huge explosion deafened their ears, and they shook their heads a few times before they came back to their senses. Looking up, Roger had disappeared from their sight.

"Kill!"

John roared, leading the B Company soldiers out of their hiding place, shooting arrows while charging, attracting the attention of the orcs.

Nekros shook his head and ran. The shock wave of the explosion shattered the Shadow Ward, almost making him faint. Fortunately, his strength was strong, and he quickly cast another Shadow Ward, which ensured his safety.

Damn it, dare to attack the great Nekros, you are courting death!

Nekros stood up fiercely, brewing a huge amount of Shadow energy in his hand, and looked towards the line where the fireball flew, wanting to kill this despicable sneak attacker.

Just then, he turned around alertly, and the Shadow energy suddenly waved out, gathering into a shock wave and hitting the air.

Roger appeared in the shock wave and was thrown out.

In mid-air, his expression remained unchanged, letting the Shadow energy corrode his body. He threw away the Flame Blade, then flipped in the air with the impact force, and at the same time took out the Phoenix Bow, and shot an arrow at the Dragon Soul.

The Dragon Soul was shot to the ground, and Nekros's face changed drastically, wanting to regain control of the Dragon Soul.

Just as he was about to cast a spell, a dragon breath engulfed him.