It is only when one slowly ages that one realizes how quickly time passes. Dressed in robes, he sat in a room on the hill and looked down on the world below, surrounded by countless shimmering orbs. With a wave of his hand, the ball of light moved in the direction of the gesture, floating through the huge oval room. He was eager to rest on the pedestals in front of him that had been forged from stalagmites with his magic. At the bottom, each pedestal seems to have been carved by a craftsman, and the lines and angles are so perfect.

However, as they grow, they become more and more like the product of a dream, rather than the result of some kind of human labor. The dream contained images of dragons and ghosts, and at the top, there was a hand that seemed to be petrified, and its powerful fingers extended upward, almost grasping a sphere above.

Within each orb, an image of the mage associated with it appeared - Crassus.

The dull and roaring thunder reached his hiding place, heralding a bad weather coming. On this stormy night foreshadowed by Kenrito, a pale and emaciated mage in violet robes was getting up close and personal with the nearest sight. The blue glow emitted by the orb illuminated his High Elf-like physical features—the extinct kind of people with skeletal bodies, high noses, and long faces.

Despite his handsome face, Crassus did not possess any elven blood, not least because of the scars and lines on his eagle-like face—the three zigzag lines on his cheeks, which no elf of any race would have such marks unless he had lived for more than a thousand years; And not just because of the black and red strands of his silver hair. The real reason was his sparkling dark eyes. The eyes, which no elf or human might have, were a sign of the years he had lived longer than any mortal fetus, a time that only the longest-lived dragons had ever experienced.

The name Crassus was known only as a core member of the Dalaran Ruling Council. Dalaran tried his best, but was still defeated by the Scourge Legion. Like many other kingdoms, it was defeated in battle with the Orcs and the subsequent Burning Legion and the Undead Scourge. The world of Azeroth has been turned upside down, countless lives have been destroyed, and the remaining balance has become more and more fragile over time.

It's as if we're stuck in a game that never ends, and our lives depend on the number of dice or the suit of a card. Crassus pondered, remembering the catastrophes and catastrophes that had occurred in ancient times. He has witnessed the destruction of civilizations older than any that exists. Although he has helped many times, it has only been a drop in the bucket. He's just a dragon, even if he's the consort of Claiostraz, the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasa. But in fact, even his beloved lover, the Red Dragon Queen herself. It is also impossible to predict and prevent this qiē from happening. Crassus knew he had a much heavier responsibility than he should, but the dragon mages did not value his efforts to help the people of Azeroth, even if some of them were doomed to fail from the start.

In fact, there are a number of situations that have now caught his attention, and the potential threat that could ruin Miè The heart of the problem in his world is his own race, the dragons. There is a great rift in the road leading to the strange realm known as the Outlands. Even the blue dragon, the guardian of magic, itself cannot be surpassed. The rift magically healed Malygos, the leader of the Blue Dragon, who had been engulfed in rage, and brought him to his senses. But Crassus did not approve of the path that the behemoth had chosen today. Malygos was angry that he felt that the young race was ruining the misuse of magic, and he began to raise the need for the other Guardians to purge the powerful Beings to protect Azeroth.

In fact, he had already taken a tough stance when he had previously met Alexstasa, the Lord of Time, Nozdorm, and Ysera, the guardian of the Emerald Dream, in the northeastern part of the distant continent. Ten years ago, in the ancient Temple of Dragon's Sleep, towering above the ice, the dragons rallied against Deathwing.

With a spontaneous sense of frustration, Crassus stopped thinking about the images he had witnessed. It's about looking at what's next. His mind remains focused on the deeper aspects. Ysera, there are rumors that nightmarish disasters are taking place in the ethereal space she dominates, the Emerald Dream. No one can answer this question. But Crassus still fears that the Emerald Dream may be a potentially more catastrophic threat than any other problem. Without even looking at its contents, he pushed away the next orb beside him, and then hesitantly recognized the place shown in the orb - Grimbaatar.

As he gazed at the terrible mountain, all thoughts of Malygos and the Emerald Dream vanished from his mind. He knew the place too well, he had been there countless times, sent people deep into the hinterland as he wished, and in Grimbaatar, his beloved queen was imprisoned by the orcs, a savage race. Strange to say, thirteen years later, when the demons of the Burning Legion returned with an ominous artifact called the Demon Soul, this was confirmed. How meaningful the alliance was in the first place.

Unfortunately, the Demon Soul can bend her to the will of the Horde, as it is forged from the power of the dragon and can weaken the dragon. Alexstrasa gave birth to a red dragon for the orcs to use as a weapon of war. These little red dragons became the mounts of the orcs. Die in battle with mages and other dragons.

Tong Guò mentors the hairy human mage Ronin, the High Elf ranger Winlessa, and others, and Crassus also does his best to free his captured queen. Dwarven warriors break the orc's resistance in the air. Grimbaatar was eventually swept away. The dwarves were the first to feel the dark power of the demonic souls, so they left as soon as the orcs were defeated, and Klestasa and she believed that the red dragon was obliged to blockade Grimbaatar again, ironically since the Battle of the Ancients, the red dragon had carefully hidden the demonic souls since Mount Hyjal. However, the orcs still found it lightly, and used it to control the red dragon.

As a result, Crassus had some doubts, so the Red Dragons placed sentries here to ensure that no one could set foot in this realm, whether by accident or by deliberate attempts to exploit this evil power.

But just recently, the sentinels began to fall ill without warning, and some of them even died. Some of the Sentinels have become extremely insane, so they have no choice but to eliminate them to avoid a greater catastrophe. The Red Dragons, like the rest of the race, eventually abandoned Grimbaatar completely.

As a result, it became only a grave for the end of the old war, and brought a very brief period of peace.

However......

Crassus stared at the dark scene, and even though it was so far away, he could still feel the energy emanating from it. Grimbaatar has been impregnated by such evil for centuries that there is no way to save it. Recently, there have been rumors that there are monsters that have come back from the dead. Crassus knew this qiē well, the sporadic legend of some large, winged monster that emerged from the night sky so terrifyingly that it leveled a village not far from Grimbaatar in the light of the moon. A legend reteller claimed to have seen a creature like a dragon, but it was neither red, nor black, or any other known color, but purple, which seemed unbelievable, but it was actually in the memory of a frightened farmer. In addition, they have excellent eyesight. His entourage reported a strange glow in the sky around Mount Grimbaatar, and he never returned when a brave young man tried to go alone to trace the source of the light. (To be continued.) )