After Orgrimmar heard the Black-Winged Tyrant's assessment of that offspring,
a playful smile curled his lips.
His golden-green slit pupils lingered on the Black-Winged Tyrant's draconic face, which was steeped in contempt and disgust.
Only then did he speak slowly, sounding as though he had just remembered some inconsequential detail.
"Speaking of that... Your Excellency, Black-Winged Tyrant, I do recall an old report that might have something to do with the wretch you mentioned."
As he spoke, his fingertips tapped lightly inside the sleeve of his dark green robe, as though he were gathering his thoughts.
"The route I took when I fled to your territory to recover was desolate, with many poisonous swamps and miasma-filled forests along the way."
"A little over a year ago, several of my subordinates, who were conducting reconnaissance and were particularly sensitive to Dragon Might, reached the edge of that region."
"To be precise, they reported sensing a surge of pure black dragon pressure in a remote stretch of black marsh to the southwest."
"Although its strength was less than a hundredth of yours, and it carried the immaturity and restlessness characteristic of a young dragon, it undoubtedly belonged to a black dragon."
"The timing seemed to fit, falling shortly after you expelled that child."
He raised his eyes to meet the Black-Winged Tyrant's abruptly turning gaze, but his tone remained calm, even cutting.
"Of course, it might simply have been a wild black dragon passing through or lingering briefly."
"After all, you said he was a wretch who didn't even dare raise his head to look at you. Presumably, he had neither the courage nor the ability to survive in the perilous wilderness?"
"Much less leave traces of Dragon Might strong enough to be detected."
"Most likely, he has long since become a