Nathanos doesn't want to be that kind of worrying person in the eyes of others, but his judgment is based on various unusual phenomena.

I saw him waving his hand, "No, after the war, a large number of the remaining Dragonmaw orcs in the tribe disappeared, and the remaining members were also people who did not support Garrosh. It is impossible for all of them to

They all chose to run away for fear of being punished. The most important thing is that it was the Alliance who fought head-on with the Dragonmaw clan, but they did not take any prisoners."

"So the Dragonmaw Orcs may have organized a continuous retreat and are recharging their strength somewhere in Azeroth." Mortus nodded, "Then do you have any countermeasures, Your Majesty?"

"I still need to think about it." Nathanos took back the war blade in his hand. In fact, he wanted to talk to another person now. "You should step back first."

As soon as Mortus left, Alexstrasza appeared in front of him without the Blighter opening a word.

"Are you feeling bad?" Nathanos asked. He expected that the Red Dragon Queen would give him a more certain answer. Unexpectedly, her horned head shook.

"I'm not sure how I should interpret your concerns."

Nathanos nodded with understanding. The crimes committed by the Dragonmaw Orcs against the red dragon clan in the past could never be washed away. What's more, that clan did not learn from their mistakes, and the object of their enslavement was now the Ancestral Dragon.

"Do not worry."

The wrinkles between Alexstrasza's brows turned into curiosity.
Chapter completed!