Chapter 483 Night Air Combat (Part 1)

Historically, Muradin's brother Brann Bronzebeard founded an organization known as the Explorers' Guild.

One of Muradin's adventures later took him to the frozen hells of Northrend in the north. There, he sets out to find a cursed sword called Frostmourne. However, he was surrounded by a large army of undead and forced to retreat. Under the onslaught of undead forces, he finds himself rescued by his old friend Arthas.

In this way, Muradin followed Alsace step by step to a dead end. Even if he saw Arthas disobeying his father's orders and burning away ships, even if he saw Arthas first recruit local mercenaries to fight for him and then perfidiously kill them, Muradin still persisted.

After defeating the Guardians and finding Frostmourne, Muradin read the inscription, told him it was a cursed sword, and was about to leave. But Arthas didn't care, he went to the base and took out the sword. The sword burst from its icy prison, flying shards that pierced Muradin like a spear.

Muradin did not hang up, but this has become an eternal pain in Muradin's heart...

Duke sighed quietly in his heart, he didn't want these dwarves to die. And the most critical piece of the puzzle in the plan is still missing.

Muradin was keen on the war with the orcs, but unfortunately, after the dragon stepped in, the alliance's war with the orcs had no choice but to become a very trivial matter.

Compared to Deathwing, Khaz Modan's more than 100,000 orcs are nothing at all.

Duke was thinking in his heart: "Nesarion, where the hell are you bastard?"

At the same moment when Duke was chanting silently, Duke suddenly felt two gazes. These two gazes gave Duke a strange feeling, as if they were ordinary gazes, but they suddenly mutated.

Duke turned his head, and couldn't see any strange existence. In the headquarters, besides his five-man squad, was Muradin, and Falstead, who had just run to court Vereesa—this guy was the lion sent by Kurdran Wildhammer to his cousin Magni. The captain of the Griffin Squadron, because he didn't use Griffin in the defense of Ironforge, he ended up messing with Muradin.

For a moment, Duke almost suspected that his feelings were wrong.

But who is Duke?

The best traverser after traversing the hellish world of Azeroth, which is plagued by disasters.

Duke who claims to be the old driver of hell!

Duke has always believed in his intuition, because he firmly believes that the so-called intuition of danger is just the brain's judgment of dangerous situations. Maybe I didn't react rationally, but my brain has judged that this is a dangerous situation and notified Duke intuitively.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

Duke has plans.

"Falstead, are you familiar with the patrol routes of the orc dragoons?"

Falstad is happy to show his strength in front of Veresa: "If those brainless green skins are still directing the red dragon blindly, I might still be worried. Because you can never tell a fool what is the law .”

When he said this, the entire headquarters burst into laughter.

The commander of the orcs may be quite intelligent, but most of the orcs below are pure boors. Dealing with such a guy is a headache, no matter the enemy or us.

Falstead's voice rose an octave: "But I found out that those idiot greenskins were played by the red dragons. Not every red dragon is willing to work for the greenskins. Those red dragons specially made a It looks rigorous, but it is actually patrolling the airspace with flaws everywhere. As long as you believe in me, I can use the griffin to take you all the way to the foot of Grim Batol's mountain in the dark night."

This is the benefit of having a local leading party.

If Kurdran led a large army to break in directly, nine times out of ten it would turn into a large-scale air battle.

Wildhammer dwarves are not afraid of death, but Duke is not so prodigal.

Duke whistled: "That's not bad. If we can escape the orc's camp, then at the foot of the mountain, I can lead my team to use illusion all the way to Grim Batol."

Recalling the scene where Duke used the wide-area illusion to deceive the red dragon in the sky, Muradin muttered: "Magic is really convenient. I also thought that to save the Red Dragon Queen, at least a group of elite knights and rangers are needed to complete it."

Duke patted Muradin on the shoulder and turned to look at his team: "Okay, let's vote, do you want to trust our Wildhammer brothers?"

"It doesn't matter." Gavin Ladd shrugged.

"I will obey Your Excellency's orders." Luo Ning lowered his head.

Marianne frowned, but Veresa said directly: "What if we happen to run into a dragoon patrol?"

Falstead patted his chest proudly: "If there are less than four red dragons, our Wildhammer Knight Squadron will tell those big lizards that this is the territory of dwarves!"

A squadron of Griffin Riders is about 15 to 20 Griffin Riders. In fact, this is not a weak force.

Seeing Veresa's frown, Falstad comforted: "Don't worry. If there is an emergency, we will send you and Mr. Paladin to the ground first."

Falstead flamboyantly ignored the three mages.

That's right, mages with [Slow Falling Technique] who can't fall to death no matter what, are rogues.

In summer, dark nights without a moon are not easy to find.

Duke and his party stayed in Muradin's lair for three full days before they got the desired weather. With trepidation, Veresa followed Falstead on the griffin.

The griffin under her yelled at the companion next door, as if laughing at it. There were also two people sitting on it. On his side was a light elf girl, and next door was a fully armed saint. A rough knight.

The face of the griffin next door was obviously black, and the dwarf knight had to add a large piece of raw meat before taking off, so the griffin brother flapped his wings vigorously and took off.

Apparently, either Falstead's stated patrol route was wrong, or their luck was running out.

Despite the dimness of the moon, two new spots in the distance caught the attention of the griffin troop. These two spots in the sky were constantly moving and getting bigger, and they were coming towards them.

"What are those?" In the high-speed flying wind, Falstead leaned forward and turned to look at Veresa behind him. He knew that this elf ranger had better night vision than him.

Veresa's mouth was bitter: "In the name of Sunwell! Those are two dragons!"

At this moment, she hated the big-talking dwarf griffin rider in front of her.

What about sneaking into the village as agreed, but not shooting guns?

Dragon, and there are two dragons.

"Is it red?" Falstead asked unwillingly.

"Does it matter? A dragon is a dragon. Will there be dragons of other colors on this battlefield? They are rushing towards us at high speed!" Veresa yelled.