Prologue, Drake's Last Day
Prince Drake Proudmoore, clad in a Kul Tiran navy coat and adorned with a royal sash, is drenched in blood, with the bodies of four orc warriors lying at his feet
No one expected that the orcs, who broke through the dark gate from another world, would sweep through much of the eastern continent and, after destroying the Storm Kingdom, choose to launch an attack on the Hillsbrad Foothills today
He will become a revered commander like Gromm Hellscream, and because of this spectacular kill, he will have his own clan
I am sorry, mother, I will no longer have the chance to return to my hometown, may you not weep for me
He is the son of Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, the King of the Kul Tiras Kingdom
He is the commander of this fleet
Before fate arrived, he had never imagined that he would die in such a manner
rumble
Who would have thought that these rude orcs could actually control them
He will become the new star of the tribe's warfare
He is the brother of Jaina Proudmoore and Tancred Proudmoore
He grasped a silver ship anchor pendant from his chest again and held it tightly in his hand
My hometown
In the final moment of his life, His Highness the Prince remained passionate and fervent. He tore off the blood-stained sash from his body and spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground beneath him
The scales on the massive creature reflected the flames, and within its large dragon-like eyes shone a chaotic and frenzied light, making it appear as if it were a world-destroying behemoth crawling out of hell
But the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from a higher altitude, mixed with the sound of the sea burning, is more piercing than a fire alarm, sending chills down the spine of every living person in that moment
He wants to die like a man
The prince raised his head, his eyes filled with sorrow and anger. In the roar of this final battle cry, the orc knight above also saw the tattered royal cloak on the prince's shoulders
Amidst the chaos, the young prince knew that he would not survive today
In the moment of descent, flames erupted forth, the scorching blaze rushing towards him. The blood-soaked prince tightened his grip on the pendant in his hand, closed his eyes, and the sword he held tightly fell to the ground
Before this voyage, he had never anticipated that what was merely an ordinary transport and patrol mission would end in such a manner
This strike of dragon fire, like a war hammer, smashed against the battleship's deck, shattering it completely and igniting the ammunition depot, causing fragments of the exploded battleship to scatter everywhere
The deck of the ignited battleship was already tilted, and the weary prince, holding a sword, looked up to see a red dragon soaring in the sky, continuously spewing dragon fire from its mouth, igniting the aft deck of the Indomitable.
On the deck of the flagship "Fearless" of the advance fleet, the elongated voice of the navigator rang out in unison with the alarm bell
Farewell
Suddenly, his eyes lit up
That is a dragon
No one expected that the orcs would deploy a red dragon escort, which should not exist in mortal wars
He is the prince of the Kul Tiras Kingdom
The entire surface of the sea was covered with a layer of raging fire
Creatures that exist only in human legends
Orc! Come! Come and kill me!
Amidst the excited roars of the orcs, he and his red dragon soared into the sky
Yet, as a member of the Prodmor family, even at the moment of death, he must learn from his father and never live in the guise of a coward.
I am sorry, Anna, Tancred, your brother can no longer be by your side, you must... you must protect Kul Tiras for me
Those damned green-skinned destroyers are not as reckless and foolish as they appear
The red dragon's mouth is already filled with dragon fire
The red dragon has arrived! Be careful! Dodge!
The generous Orgrim Doomhammer, the Warchief, will be rewarded for this
Among them were also the wise, who, at the onset of this raid, deployed their only trump card capable of suppressing the Kul Tiras fleet
The orc dragon rider, having slain an important target, roared with excitement; just moments ago, he had received an opportunity to become a hero of the tribe, and he seized that opportunity.
In the blazing Kaz Modan Sea, the vanguard of the Kul Tiras Third Fleet was left with only the last warship, still struggling on the surface of the water
I am sorry, Father, I have disappointed you, I no longer have the opportunity to fulfill my mission of returning the defiled sacred vessel to its rightful owners
He wants to bring this good news to the chieftain
The fierce and ugly orc roared, pulling the reins to make the red dragon circle in the air, and then it swooped down towards the prince below with a howl
My motherland
my ... ... family
Evil Dragon