Stormwind God

Historically Muradin and his brother Brian Bronzebeard created an organization called the Explorers' Association.

Later, an adventure from Muradin took him to the snowy **** of Northrend in the north. There he began to look for a cursed sword called Frostmourne. However, he was surrounded by a large number of undead forces and forced to retreat. Under the fierce attack of the undead forces, he found himself rescued by his old friend Arthas.

In this way, Muradin followed Arthas step by step. Even when he saw Alsace disobeying his father's orders and burned away the ships, even when Alsace first recruited local mercenaries to fight for him and then killed them by betrayal, Muradin still gave up.

Until Arthas officially fell, and the first offering of the peerless magic sword [Sorrow of Frost] in Alsace's hand was Muradin * Bronzebeard.

If it wasn't for his misfortune, Muradin would surely have a more brilliant and brilliant feat. He might become no less heroic than his elder brother Magni, but he died because of Arthas' betrayal.

Duke sighed quietly in his heart, and he was unwilling to let these dwarves die. And the most critical piece of the plan is still missing.

Muradin was keen on war with the orcs. Unfortunately, after the dragon stepped in, the alliance's war with the orcs was helplessly turned into a very small matter.

Compared to Deathwing, Khaz Modan's more than 100,000 orcs were far from fart.

Duke thought to himself, "Nezario, where are you asshole?"

At the same moment that Duke was silently reading, Duke suddenly felt two lines of sight. These two lines of sight made Duke feel weird. They were like ordinary attention, but suddenly changed.

Duke turned his head and couldn't see a strange existence. In the headquarters, except for his five-man squad, Muradin and Falstad, who just ran to Windsor to be courteous, are the Gryphon Squadron that Kurdran Wildhammer sent to his cousin Magni The captain of the team, because Griffon Castle did not need griffins in the garrison battle, and ended up following Muradin.

For a moment, Duke almost suspected he was wrong.

But who is Duke?

The best traverser to traverse through the troubled hell-level world of Azeroth.

Duke, who calls himself an old driver in hell!

Duke has always believed in his intuition, because he firmly believes that the so-called intuition about danger is just the brain's judgment of dangerous situations. Perhaps he didn't respond intellectually, but the brain had already identified this as a dangerous situation and informed Duke intuitively.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

Duke had plans.

"Falsted, are you familiar with the patrol routes of the Orc Dragon Cavalry?"

Falstad is happy to show his strength in front of Windesa: "If the group of mindless green skins are blindly directing the red dragon, I may still worry. Because you can never tell a fool what is the law . "

He said that there was a chuckle from the entire command.

The orc's commander may be relatively intelligent, and the orcs below are mostly pure mans. Dealing with such guys is a headache for both the enemy and me.

Falstad's tone increased eight degrees: "But I found that the fools' green skin was played by the red dragon. Not every red dragon was willing to play for the green skin. Those red dragons made a special It seems rigorous, but it is flawed in patrolling airspace. As long as you are willing to believe me, I can use the gryphon to fly you all the way to the foot of Grim Batol in the dark. "

This is the benefit of having a local lead party.

If Kurdran led the army to break in directly, eight out of ten * nine would become a large-scale air battle.

The Wildhammer dwarf is not afraid of death, but Duke dares not be so defeated.

Duke whistled: "It's not bad. If I can escape the orc camp, then at the foot of the mountain, I can take my team directly into Grim Batol by illusion."

Recalling the scene where Duke deceived the red dragon in the sky with wide area illusion, Muradin muttered: "Magic is really convenient. I also thought that to save the red dragon queen, at least a team of elite knights and rangers would complete it."

Duke patted Muradin's shoulders and turned to look at his team: "Well, let's vote. Will you trust our Wildhammer brothers?"

"It doesn't matter." Gavenlad shrugged.

"I obey Your Excellency." Ronin lowered his head.

Marianne frowned, but Windsor said directly, "What if we happen to run into the Dragoon Patrol?"

Farsted patted his chest proudly: "If there are fewer than four red dragons, our Wildhammer Cavalry Squadron will tell the big lizards that this is the dwarf's territory!"

A squadron of griffins, roughly 15 to 20 griffins. In fact, this is a force that is not weak.

Seeing Winrasa's frown frown, Farsted reassured: "Relax. In the unlikely event that we will give you and Mr. Paladin first to the ground."

Falstad gorgeously ignored the three mages.

That's right, there are [slow fall] how can a mage who can't fall to death be a hooligan.

In the summer, the night without the moon is not easy to find.

Duke and his team spent three days in Muradin's nest before waiting for the desired weather. With anxiety, Winresa followed Falstead to the Griffin.

The gryphon below her yelled at her companion next door, seeming to be laughing, and was also sitting two people. On his side was an extra light elf girl, and next door was a heavily armed holy Cavalier man.

The griffin next door was obviously black, and the dwarven knight had to fill in a large piece of raw meat before taking off, and the griffin fluttered his wings to take off.

Obviously, either Falstad said the patrol route was wrong, or they were out of luck.

Despite the dim moonlight, two new spots in the distance caught the attention of the Gryphon team. The two spots in the sky kept moving, getting bigger and bigger, coming towards them.

"What are those?" In a high-speed flying wind, Farsted leaned forward and turned his head to look at Windsor behind him. He knew that the elven ranger had better night vision than him.

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

At this moment, she hated the big dwarf Griffin knight in front of her eyes.

I promised to sneak into the village.

Dragon, and it is two at a time.

"Is it red?" Falstad asked unwillingly.

"Does this matter? Dragons are dragons. Will other colored dragons appear on the battlefield? They are coming at us at high speed!" Winresa shouted. (To be continued.)

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