None of the officers at the joint operations headquarters in Menethil Harbor dared rashly adjust their military deployments based on an enemy intelligence report that bordered on pure fantasy. All they could do was wait anxiously until the elf gryphon riders sent to scout the next day returned with recordings of the scene before making a decision.
At noon the next day, the elf gryphon riders returned with memory crystals containing footage of Grim Batol and the surrounding area. The human and elf commanders at the joint operations headquarters eagerly played the recorded images.
The supposedly enormous black dragon was nowhere to be seen, but raging flames covered everything within dozens of miles of Grim Batol, both inside and outside the city. In a blaze like that, ordinary orcs stood no chance. Even death knights probably could not have escaped and would have been burned to charcoal.
The many human and elf commanders at the joint operations headquarters finally, reluctantly accepted the fairy tale the elf gryphon riders had described. Although the memory crystals had proven their story true, quite a few commanders still felt as though they were dreaming.
Gone? Had the two orc legions that had weighed like mountains on the Elf Expeditionary Army and Daelin's human forces, keeping them constantly on edge, really been reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye?
Just days earlier, everyone had been speculating endlessly about the intentions of those two orc legions, even trembling at the power they possessed. Yet how many days had it been? How had a dragon from who knew where suddenly wiped them out without leaving so much as a scrap?
"I think... I think... I need to go and see it for myself. Otherwise, I really can't quite believe this is true," Daelin said, swallowing