Chapter 347 Dear, Do You Want to Apply for an Alliance Membership Card? (4300 Monthly Pass)

"The Seventh Squad was attacked."

"Moral and Siegf are done. Heck, Alpin and Ratdin got knocked off their griffins."

"My God, those greenskins are killing them!"

Extremely bad news came from all directions.

The hunter becomes the prey.

The other party obviously had a premeditated plan, and they successfully used the new greenskins as bait to attract the attention of the Wildhammer Gryphon Knights, temporarily crippling the Wildhammer Dwarf's strongest combat power.

At that moment, Kurdran finally realized the seriousness of the matter after he saw those green skins rushing out from every corner of the forest, almost reaching the standard of covering the mountains and plains.

"Damn it," Kurdran growled. "They've joined forces with the trolls, greenskins with greenskins!"

Adjutant Emhar yelled sadly: "What should we do? There are too many of them, and they have at least 30,000 fighters. It is impossible for Eagle's Nest Mountain to withstand this level of attack. We will be finished in a week at most."

One week?

Looking at those greenskins who are so tough that they are not afraid to fight the griffins that fall to the ground, looking at those greenskins who are bravely rushing forward with a sledgehammer even if there is only one person left, Kurdran——Wildhammer King, he finally had a clear understanding.

"We must find help, and fast, or these greenskins will swarm up and tear the eagle's head off Aerie Hill in no time!"

Kurdran's voice fell here, and there he found a team of Griffin Riders that he had never seen before breaking into this airspace.

That's definitely not a Wildhammer dwarf griffin.

The Wildhammer dwarves regard griffins as friends, and they will not equip them with anything except the saddle necessary for riding. But the group of griffins that flew over not only had taller human figures, but also a series of small flags with emblems tied on the reins around the neck of the griffins.

"A human griffin?"

Wildhammer dwarves are vastly different from the way humans use griffins. Human beings have never found an effective long-range attack method under high speed and strong wind. Because both bows and crossbows are terrible. Humans have even tried to make Griffin Riders wear an eight-meter-long lance. For example, the Kingdom of Lordaeron did such a stupid thing at a certain period.

One shot from the lance will be finished, and in order to hit the target, the griffin must land or fly at an ultra-low altitude.

Fortunately, Kurdran saw that these human griffin riders were wearing javelins.

"Uh, maybe it's still useful." The Wildhammer King commented irresponsibly.

The humans, apparently harmless, waved their hands to show they were not about to throw long-range weapons.

Seeing the rotten situation below, Kurdran beckoned his subordinates to fly up to the sky while leaning over to see why the human griffin riders came to the Hinterlands, which they thought was worthless.

Kurdran immediately saw the lead, no, that pair.

A female elf ranger sat in the front, while a human mage hugged her waist in the back, holding the griffin's rein and controlling the griffin.

"My God, there's a war going on here, it's not a good place for a picnic. If you want to flirt, please leave the airspace of Eagle's Nest Mountain quickly." Kurdran's loud voice made the human knight opposite laugh.

Apparently, the blond elf ranger was furry like a cat.

"Damn it, Duke, explain it clearly to that pig's head, or I'll never end with you." The female elf didn't talk to her, she just clamped the griffin's neck with her slender legs as best she could, straightened her body and bent her bow to shoot an arrow.

It's not ordinary archery, it's a three-arrow volley that holds three arrows between the index finger, middle finger, ring finger and little finger at the same time.

You know, every time you shoot an extra arrow, the difficulty will double.

【Triple Shot】It is already four times as difficult as ordinary archery.

Riding and shooting should be doubled.

Sitting on the high-speed flying griffin, the riding and shooting will be doubled!

Not to mention, here is at least two hundred meters above the ground. It's almost impossible to see the target. In terms of difficulty, the difficulty of this kind of archery, which is already in the category of long-range shooting, has to be doubled.

Was this kind of shooting that was thirty-two times more difficult done by a human?

Kurdran was the first in disbelief: "Please, stop playing. We're at war."

"That's right! It's because they came to help you fight the orcs, that's why the top two powerhouses on the alliance's killing god list came to support them."

Orcs, are you referring to those burly green skins you haven't seen before? Hmm, pretty apt name.

But what is the Killing God Ranking?

Just as he was about to refute, Kurdran suddenly saw the arrow shot by the female elf arrive.

It was a flying arrow completely beyond imagination.

The fluttering green arrows almost flew out with the wind, and there was no feeling of 'shooting' at all at first. Only a few seconds later, Kurdran was shocked to find that the arrows were accelerating with the wind. Faster and sharper.

If the speed at the beginning is crawling, then it is flying in the end.

Every dwarf knight around Kurdran saw that among the group of orcs who had no dwarf griffin riders nearby, three of them were suddenly hit by something, and suddenly fell to the ground, a smear of bright red spread from their throats.

In just five seconds, the female elf had already completed five quick continuous shots. The orcs in the team below have all been killed.

Kurdran was dumbfounded, he didn't even feel the gust of flying wind pouring into his mouth.

"Okay, I've met the first god of death. Where is the second god of death?"

The next moment, hundreds of hands made of arcane energy suddenly appeared in the void, and a hundred blue, white, and red magic light bullets shot into the forest.

In less than three seconds, there was a burst of screams that almost turned into one voice at the same time.

Apparently, over a hundred orcs were finished.

"Hello, dear Kurdran* Wildhammer, I solemnly introduce myself to you. I am the Deputy Commander of the Alliance of Lordaeron, and concurrently, entrusted by your distant cousin Magni* Bronzebeard to come to your aid. Duke Marcus ranks first in the orc kill list."

Kurdran and the other Wildhammer dwarves were scared away at the same time.

I have seen bunkers, but I have never seen such a bunker.

If the female elf's shooting technique is still a divine skill beyond imagination, then what this mage named Duke has done has completely surpassed the concept of human beings.

[Instant]

【Multiple casting】

[High-speed mobile casting]

Anyone who masters any of these skills can become a master, and it is simply not human who can do all these skills on the battlefield.

Even if Kurdran didn't want to admit it from the bottom of his heart, Magni did find him a good helper.

But just so few people are not enough!

Let's not talk about tens of thousands of green skins, no matter how strong this couple is, how many can they kill?

"I have to admit, you guys picked a really good time to come over, let's just say, what are the Wildhammers going to do?"

"I regret to tell you that the goal of those orcs is to conquer all intelligent races in the entire world of Azeroth. Therefore, for the future of the Wildhammer dwarves, I solemnly invite you to join the alliance."