The hastily arriving High Elf Ranger squad started on their return journey without firing a single shot.
They only saw Southshore billowing with thick smoke and flames, alongside Herad putting away the Arcane Scavenger.
Judging from the wretched state of Southshore and the pile of sickly green rocks outside the city, the attack was completed to perfection.
However, Alleria was quite puzzled as to why Herad retreated so quickly.
"Second brother, why are we retreating right now?"
Every time she heard Alleria's address for him, Herad felt utterly speechless.
Because of the covert struggle between her and Sylvanas, she intentionally promoted him to second rank in order to squeeze Sylvanas out.
Then this form of address gradually became fixed.
Through subtle influence, even Sylvanas would call him that.
Although Herad had once put up resistance.
Yet the difference between him and Alleria was not a matter of years, but of centuries.
When it came to having a say, Alleria had kept him firmly under her thumb ever since he was little!
"Big sister, the number of the Orcs' red dragons has increased quite a bit. If the Gryphon Riders can't stop them, we're going to be in big trouble!"
Hearing Herad say this, Alleria finally remembered the red dragons in the sky, whose numbers indeed seemed a bit high.
Five had been shot down just a few days ago, and two more had been shot down by the Ironclad.
Yet today the number of red dragons not only failed to decrease, but actually increased.
Thinking of those shoddy red dragons that could be mass-produced overnight, Alleria felt a headache coming on.
"Just how many dragon eggs did those Orcs steal? How come the numbers keep growing?"
Herad shrugged helplessly.
"Who knows? Maybe the Orcs stole the red dragons' eggs down