Written by Richard A. Knaak with cover art by Blizzard’s Samwise Didier. “To free the Dragon Queen . . . An impossible task to some, certain death to most. Dragonmaw clan would forever retain its hold on Khaz Modan unless Alexstrasza was freed, and so long as the orcs continued the work of the Horde, they remained a possible rallying point for those in the guarded enclaves. A brief rumble of thunder disturbed Rhonin’s contemplations. He looked up but saw only a few cottony clouds. A second, more menacing rumble set every muscle taut as a massive shadow covered their surroundings. An ear-shattering roar shook the vicinity and a force akin to a tornado ripped at the landscape. Rhonin twisted around so as to see the heavens—and saw instead a hellish sight. A dragon the color of raging fire filled the sky above and in its forepaws it held what remained of his horse and his costly and carefully chosen supplies. The crimson leviathan consumed in one gulp the rest of the carcass, eyes already fixed on the tiny, pathetic figures below. And seated atop the shoulders of the beast, a grotesque, greenish figure with tusks and a battle axe barked orders in some harsh tongue and pointed directly at Rhonin. Maw gaping and talons bared, the dragon dove toward him.”
Warcraft: Day of the Dragon - Excerpt
Warcraft: Day of the Dragon - Excerpt
Warcraft: Day of the Dragon - Excerpt
Written by Richard A. Knaak with cover art by Blizzard’s Samwise Didier. “To free the Dragon Queen . . . An impossible task to some, certain death to most. Dragonmaw clan would forever retain its hold on Khaz Modan unless Alexstrasza was freed, and so long as the orcs continued the work of the Horde, they remained a possible rallying point for those in the guarded enclaves. A brief rumble of thunder disturbed Rhonin’s contemplations. He looked up but saw only a few cottony clouds. A second, more menacing rumble set every muscle taut as a massive shadow covered their surroundings. An ear-shattering roar shook the vicinity and a force akin to a tornado ripped at the landscape. Rhonin twisted around so as to see the heavens—and saw instead a hellish sight. A dragon the color of raging fire filled the sky above and in its forepaws it held what remained of his horse and his costly and carefully chosen supplies. The crimson leviathan consumed in one gulp the rest of the carcass, eyes already fixed on the tiny, pathetic figures below. And seated atop the shoulders of the beast, a grotesque, greenish figure with tusks and a battle axe barked orders in some harsh tongue and pointed directly at Rhonin. Maw gaping and talons bared, the dragon dove toward him.”