Under the sustained searing of dragon breath and Holy Light flames, the Fel within the Fallen Avatar steadily diminished.
The surrounding ground soon returned to normal.
However, purifying it completely would take a long time.
Even a conservative estimate put it at around a year.
The two stone giantesses were fine with that. They had plenty of patience.
The Red Dragon Queen, however, was getting a little restless.
She would have had no problem sleeping for a year.
Breathing fire here every day was another matter.
She looked at Herad, who was still enjoying the sight of the receding Fel.
"Hurry up and win over that exiled race. We have plenty of unused land here to settle them on."
Seeing how anxious she was, Herad reluctantly ended his stress-relief session.
Finding the Draenei would not be easy.
The Orcs had reduced them to homeless strays, forcing them to hide away like turtles deep in the mountains and forests.
Their only option was to search slowly from the air on Gryphons.
The Wildhammer Dwarves would certainly be willing to provide Gryphons.
However, deploying large numbers of Gryphons for a search would put the Orcs on alert and draw them into following.
The Orcs were well adapted to operating in mountains and jungles.
Deep in the mountains and forests, Herad could not guarantee that he could wipe them all out.
If they successfully followed and found the remnants of the Draenei, they might well commit quite a few massacres.
Therefore, the more discreetly they searched for the Draenei, the better.
Herad decided to take Alleria on a trip to Draenor and let her see what the invaders' homeworld was really like.
With the Allied Forces resting and transporting troops by sea, Alleria had been training her Gryphon lately.
Upon learning that Herad