Deathwing thought he had concealed himself perfectly and that no orc could possibly discover him.
The orcs leveling the road at the city gates looked timid and nervous, as though afraid shells might come crashing down.
Seeing the orcs repairing the road in fear, he reckoned the Dragonmaw Clan would relocate soon.
Deathwing, who prided himself on his brilliant foresight, had no idea the enemy had already spotted him on his flight over.
The radar aboard the Tank Landing Ship moored in the great river east of Grim Batol had a detection range of over four hundred kilometers.
Picking up the movements of a large aircraft was easy.
The radar showed something huge heading straight for Grim Batol.
Then it suddenly disappeared nearby.
A dragon arriving at this time and sneaking around could only be Deathwing.
Upon receiving the news, Herad immediately notified the Aspects to begin the operation.
Soon, the Dragonmaw Orcs pushed out the first handcart, loaded with several dragon eggs.
Seeing the dragon eggs on the handcart, Deathwing gave a satisfied smile.
The handcarts carrying dragon eggs moved slowly along the crudely repaired road, forming a long procession.
Deathwing made a rough count and found there were over a hundred eggs.
After calculating how many his plan required, he decided to take only eighty and leave the Dragonmaw Clan something to survive on.
Revealing his true form on the hilltop, Deathwing charged toward the convoy with an overwhelming presence.
The lackeys pushing the carts scattered in terror.
No one could stand calmly in place at the sight of a black dragon over a hundred meters long swooping down.
Deathwing descended with crushing force, then quickly slowed as he approached the convoy.
He had come to steal the dragon eggs, not smash them.
Flying slowly over the convoy,