Although the creatures below had green skin similar to the disgusting forest trolls, they walked on the ground instead of flying over the branches.
As creatures that understood the forest as well as the elves, their footsteps were too heavy and careless. It should be said that they never thought of covering their tracks.
When they passed through an empty field, Kudran saw those creatures clearly. They were taller and more muscular than humans. They had thick muscles and long legs that were as heavy as elephants.
They were either carrying or carrying heavy weapons like axes and hammers on their backs. No matter what these creatures were, they were preparing for war.
"To hell with green-skinned monsters. They're so ugly! "
Kudran pulled the reins backwards, causing the griffin's head to tilt backwards. It was a signal for the griffin to ascend.
Scarlet swung its long golden tail, spread its huge wings, and flapped them a few times, stirring up a large gust of wind as it once again ascended into the sky.
There, Flander and the other griffin knights were circling, waiting for their king.
Kudran rode on Scarlet and joined the flying formation.
"Go back!" Kudran called out, and the entire squad of griffin knights began to fly at high speed.
The wind howled in their ears, and everything in their field of vision was flying backwards at high speed. The strong wind blew his well-combed beard and hair to the side, pulling at his chin. Flying day after day also made his skin rough and full of the smell of weathering.
Even so, he and his subordinates were still immersed in the pleasure of flying without gravity, unable to extricate themselves.
Fly.
This was even more exciting than the three consecutive hairpin turns on Mount Akina!
After a high-speed flight, a huge stone sculpture in the shape of an eagle was overlooking the land of the Hinterlands from west to east in a domineering manner.
That was the home of him and all the Wildhammer dwarves — Eagle's Nest Mountain.
Ever since the terrible War of the Three Hammers, the dwarves split up.
Although they did not have any deep conflicts with their bronzebeard brothers, they still chose to refuse to live under someone else's roof. They crossed the huge strait, crossed the Arathi Highlands, and arrived at Eagle's Nest Mountain.
Here, they became good friends with the griffin tribe that lived here. Soaring in the sky with their griffin friends always brought them pride and joy.
It was a pity that this flight did not bring Kudran any good mood.
The Great Demons attacked, bringing with them a large group of despicable and crude unfamiliar humanoids.
"Everyone gather, unless you want to see those ugly green-skinned creatures stroll through our land! Holding a bonfire party on our land with the corpses of our people! "Kudran roared with his thunderous voice.
Not long after, the entire Eagle Nest Mountain was roused.
"Get ready to fight, lads. We're going to let those green-skinned monsters know that they're not welcome in the Hinterlands." Kudran waved his war hammer.
Half a day later, Stormwind's army that was advancing in the northeast of the Hillsbrad Hills received the news. After the handover, King Laing returned to Southshore and guarded it with Bolvar.
The commander of this army was naturally Duque.
"Are you sure that they've formed an alliance and are not just passing by?" Cirvanas asked an Elven ranger nervously. With only one combat team left, the Elven rangers were no longer enough to form a fighting force, so they were all sent to scout by Queen Sylvanas.
The scout's report made Cirvanas very worried. If the Great Demons and Orcs had really become allies, it would further confirm Duque's speculation. Even if Duque had sent Aurelia and the elites of the Windrunner Family back, it would still cause a lot of trouble.
The ranger replied angrily, "I'm absolutely sure! I heard their conversation. Those damn Great Demons and Orcs were communicating in broken human language. In order to make each other understand, they roared every word. It's obvious that they've reached some kind of alliance. "
The Elven ranger showed a strong sense of anxiety, which was exactly the same as Queen Sylvanas's. "They're preparing to attack the Eagle Nest Mountain and then go to Cuel Salas."
Cuel Salas was the home of the High Elves.
Just like how the people of Stormwind hated the Orcs who had killed countless of their people, the Elves and Trolls hated each other.
Over the millennia, too much blood had been shed in the fight for the forest. Their hatred had already melted into the bloodstained soil of the forest, so thick that it could not be dissolved.
If the Trolls joined the Horde, it was obvious that in order to thank their new ally, the Horde's spear would be pointed directly at Cuel Salas.
Cirvanas turned to look at Duque. The playful, competitive, and indifferent aura that wrapped around her had long disappeared without a trace. All of her aura had formed a clear domain, as if even the clock that ushered in the long-cherished wish of killing the Great Demons had been frozen by her fighting spirit.
Cirvanas' ability to change her aura at any time and place made Duque involuntarily sigh with emotion. Yes, Queen Sylvanas had the liveliness of a Windrunner, but also the coldness of a General. This kind of superwoman who could perfectly merge two different auras into one. He really did not know who could subdue her.
In Duque's memory, there was no memory of Cirvanas, who had become the Forgotten Queen, having any entanglements with anyone until very late in the game. And as time went on, Queen Sylvanas became more and more … extreme.
Ugh, let's not think about that for now.
What really changed the situation of the Alliance was the Third War at the Dark Portal.
Duque shook his head, dispelling those thoughts that did not fit the current situation from his mind.
"The situation has changed a lot. Since the Trolls are likely to join the Horde, we need to quickly inform the Wildhammer Dwarves not to fight the Horde first." Duque turned to look at Windsor. "Reginald, bring that thing with the rest of the army and come here as soon as possible."
Windsor nodded.
Duque then looked at Tom Seamus. "Tom."
"Speed up the march? I understand. "
Duque blinked. "I need you to enter the battlefield at the right time. I will let Illusia inform you of the specifics through magic. "
Tom and Illusia nodded.
Finally, Duque looked back at the anxious Cirvanas. "Since you are in such a hurry, why don't you fly with me?"
Cirvanas looked at the griffin rider leading two majestic griffins. After a long while, she finally said, "I don't know any riding skills."
"Huh?" Duque's eyes widened.
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