Shandris Hesitates to Speak

"The Bronze Dragonflight said they found traces of the Black Dragonflight's king in central Stranglethorn Vale."

Amid the hundreds of thousands of Troll troops, Shandris, riding a raptor, leaned forward and spoke to Tonatiuh.

The God King nodded.

Since Deathwing had shown himself that day, it meant the Black Dragonflight's king had not intended to hide the fact that he had come to Stranglethorn Vale.

There were several possibilities.

One was that the Black Dragonflight's king believed there were few beings in Azeroth capable of keeping him there, and had sufficient confidence in his own strength.

Another was that this master schemer was plotting something again, and his scheme required him to appear in person.

Or perhaps the Black Dragonflight's king had been careless and accidentally left traces of himself behind.

Without truly locating him and learning what he was doing, any possibility remained possible.

"Although I think the Black Dragonflight's king is rather strange, I still hope they stay safe..." Tonatiuh said to Shandris.

Half gentleman, half madman—that was Deathwing's nature. When he spoke properly, he was absolutely one of Azeroth's most civilized individuals. But when he turned hostile without warning or went insane, he became the most troublesome terrorist in all of Azeroth.

Though he had not yet become the Wing of Cataclysm, Deathwing in his current state was still that mentally unstable madman.

And that madman was a nuclear bomb himself, so investigating his trail was naturally highly dangerous.

Fortunately, there were no weaklings in the team.

Medivh, Azshara disguised as "Laura," Chromie, and Cenarius's eldest daughter—each of them was capable of escaping from an insane Deathwing.

As long as they did not foolishly approach Neltharion or attack him, preserving their lives should not be a problem.

That was precisely why Tonatiuh had let them go cause