In history, Muradin and his younger brother, Beuf Laing Bronzebeard, founded an organization known as the Association of Explorers.
Later, one of Muradin's adventures took him to the icy hell of Northrend in the north. There, he began to search for a cursed sword called Frostmourne. However, he was surrounded by a large number of undead troops and forced to retreat. Under the fierce attack of the undead troops, he found himself rescued by his old friend, Arthis.
In this way, Muradin followed Arthis step by step into a dead end. Even when he saw Arthis disobey his father's orders and burn the departing ships, even when he saw Arthis recruit local mercenaries to fight for him, and then kill them treacherously, Muradin still did not abandon him.
It was not until he defeated the guards and found Frostmourne that Muradin read the inscription on the tablet, told him that it was a cursed sword, and immediately prepared to leave. However, Arthis did not care. He walked to the pedestal and took out the sword. The sword burst out of its ice prison, and the flying fragments pierced through Muradin like spears.
Muradin did not die, but this became an eternal pain in Muradin's heart …
Duque sighed quietly in his heart. He did not want these dwarves to die. Moreover, the most critical piece of the puzzle in the plan was still missing.
Muradin was keen on the war with the Orcs, but unfortunately, with the intervention of the dragons, the war between the Alliance and the Orcs became a very insignificant matter.
Compared to the Wing of Death, Khaz Modan's more than 100,000 Orcs were nothing.
Duque muttered in his heart, Nesario, where the hell are you?
At the same moment as Duque muttered, Duque suddenly felt two gazes. These two gazes gave Duque a very strange feeling. It was clearly an ordinary gaze, but it suddenly changed.
Duque turned his head, but he could not see a single stranger. In the command center, other than his team of five, there was only Muradin and Falstead, who had just run over to Sasha to please her. This guy was the captain of the Griffin Squadron that Kudran Wildhammer had sent to his cousin Magni. Because there was no need to use the Griffins in the defense of Iron Furnace Castle, he ended up following Muradin.
For a moment, Duque almost suspected that his feeling was wrong.
But who was Duque?
He was one of the best transmigrators after transmigrating to the Hell-level world of Azeroth.
Duque, who claimed to be an old driver from hell!
Duque had always believed in his intuition because he firmly believed that the so-called intuition of danger was just the brain's judgment of dangerous situations. Perhaps he couldn't react rationally, but his brain had already determined that this was a dangerous situation, and he instinctively informed Duque.
There must be a reason behind this abnormality!
Duque had a plan.
"Falstead, are you familiar with the Orc Dragon Cavalry's patrol route?"
Falstead was happy to show off his strength in front of Sasha. "If it was still those brainless green-skinned creatures commanding the red dragons blindly, I might still be worried. Because you can never talk to a fool about the rules. "
When he said this, the entire command center burst into laughter.
The Orc commander might be more intelligent, but most of the Orcs under him were pure boorish men. Dealing with such a person was a headache for both the enemy and friend.
Falstead's voice rose an octave, "But I found that those stupid green-skinned creatures were fooled by the red dragons. Not every red dragon is willing to work for the green-skinned creatures. Those red dragons purposely formed a patrolling airspace that looked strict, but was actually full of flaws. As long as you are willing to trust me, I can use the Griffins to fly you all the way to the foot of Grim Batol in the dark. "
This was the benefit of having a local guide.
If Kudran led the army directly in, it would most likely turn into a large-scale aerial battle.
The Wildhammer Dwarves were not afraid of death, but Duque did not dare to be so wasteful.
Duque whistled, "Not bad. If we can avoid the Orc camp, then when we reach the foot of the mountain, I can bring my team all the way to Grim Batol with illusions."
Recalling how Duque used a wide-area illusion to trick the red dragons in the sky, Muradin muttered, "Magic is so convenient. I was thinking that to save the Red Dragon Queen, we would need at least a squad of elite knights and rangers. "
Duque patted Muradin's shoulder and turned to his team, "Alright, let's vote. Do you trust our Wildhammer Brothers?"
"It doesn't matter." Gavinrad shrugged.
"I will follow your orders, sir." Rhonin lowered his head.
Marian frowned, but Sasha said directly, "What if we happen to run into a dragon cavalry patrol?"
Falstead patted his chest proudly, "If there are less than four red dragons, we, the Wildhammer Knights, will tell those big lizards that this is the dwarves' territory!"
A Gryphon Knight Squadron had about fifteen to twenty Gryphon Knights. In fact, this was not a weak force.
Seeing Sasha's frown, Falstead comforted her, "Don't worry. If there really is a mishap, we will send you and Mr. Paladin to the ground first. "
Falstead elegantly ignored the three Mages.
That's right, Mages who could not fall to their deaths with Slow Fall were all f * cking hooligans.
In the summer, moonless nights were not easy to find.
Duque and his team stayed in Muradin's nest for three days before the desired weather arrived. Feeling uneasy, Sasha followed Falstead onto the Gryphon.
The griffin she was riding on screeched at its companion next door, as if it was mocking them. There were two people in the same carriage, but on his side, there was a nimble elf girl, and on the other side, there was a burly, fully-armored Holy Knight.
The face of the neighboring Gryphon had obviously darkened. The dwarf knight had to eat a large piece of raw meat before taking off before the Gryphon brother flapped its wings and took off.
Obviously, either Falstead's patrol route was wrong, or they had run out of luck.
Even though the moon was dim, two new spots in the distance caught the Gryphon team's attention. These two spots in the sky kept moving, growing larger and larger as they charged towards them.
"What are those?" Flying at high speed in the wind, Falstead leaned forward and turned to look at Sasha behind him. He knew that this elven ranger had better night vision than him.
Sasha's mouth was bitter, "In the name of the Sunwell! Those are two dragons! "
At this moment, she hated the bragging dwarf Gryphon Knight in front of her.
What happened to sneaking into the village and not wanting to shoot?
Dragons, and there were two of them at once.
"Are they red?" Falstead pressed, unwilling to give up.
"Does that matter? Dragons are dragons. Will there be dragons of other colors on this battlefield? They're charging at us at high speed! "Sasha shouted.
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