However, Lu Li would still bring all his men over.
His goal was simple: kill stealing!
There were so many Undead in Tyr's Hand, and these monsters would only drop equipment when killed by players.
If they were all killed by the Dwarves and the Silver Hand Paladins, it would have nothing to do with Lu Li. Then why would he work so hard and sacrifice a dozen jars of wine just to gain Tirion Fordring's friendship?
Besides, fighting side by side was the easiest way to cultivate friendship.
After all, fighting together, going to whore together, and splitting the spoils together were the three ways to sublimate a friendship.
As long as Lu Li's men participated in the battle against Tyr's Hand, then at least two of these three could be achieved. So, Lu Li righteously expressed that he wanted to contribute to the attack on Tyr's Hand, and not letting him send out his men would be looking down on him.
The two lords of Hearthglen and Eagle's Nest Mountain were very touched and naturally would not object to his request.
Indeed, Tirion Fordring did not have too many men with him, and Lord Metz Drakrep was reluctant to let his Wildhammer Dwarves charge into the fray.
Of course, it was impossible not to send out some men. A dozen Wildhammer Dwarves joined the team.
A dozen Wildhammer Dwarves, a dozen Silver Hand Paladins, and a boss-level character like Tirion Fordring were the elite forces in this battle against Tyr's Hand. In order to avoid any unforeseen events, Tirion Fordring decided to set off immediately in case the captured Paladins were transferred.
"Snow, help arrange the men here. I'll get someone to pull you over there," Lu Li hesitated and refused Water Fairy to follow him.
"Why not? Isn't Wander here?" Water Fairy was puzzled.
"There's no need for so many people. Lefty and Tangyuan are enough." Three people were needed to open the door, and Lu Li was just right. However, this was not the main reason why Lu Li did not allow Water Fairy to follow him. Lu Li sighed and said, "That secret passage is filled with bird poop. Even the undead wouldn't want to enter it."
Water Fairy's face immediately turned pale when she heard that it was all bird poop.
No wonder Lu Li didn't allow her to follow him. She would rather face powerful monsters.
Cain's Left Hand and Sesame Tangyuan had it worse. They did not expect that Lu Li's trust would bring about such consequences. Even though they had turned off all their senses, what they saw and what they stepped on was still disgusting.
The Holy Knights were fearless. Their willpower was firm. How could they frown over such a small matter?
As for the Wildhammer Dwarves, they were already used to this smell. If they were to sit in this pile of poop and eat, they would probably enjoy it very much.
The group of people trekked through the muddy bird poop. Above them was a dense flock of Griffins.
The proud Griffins had become the symbol of the unyielding spirit of the Alliance. Now, Griffins were the main means of transportation for the Alliance. Griffins could be seen at every flight point on the Azeroth Continent. They carried the warriors of the Alliance and soared in every corner of the Azeroth Continent.
In fact, Griffins were native to the eastern part of Old Kalimdor. After the disaster at the Well of Eternity, their habitat was severely damaged. Their numbers were also greatly reduced. Most of the Griffins that could be seen today, other than those that were raised by the major kingdoms, came from the Alterac Mountains and the Hinterlands.
The part of the forest that Lu Li and the others passed through was the gathering place of the Griffins' nest.
Although there were not as many of these creatures as before, they were concentrated on this cliff. At the very least, they could be described as overwhelming.
Griffins were very powerful creatures. With the advantage of flying in the air, even the Undead Scourge didn't want to provoke them. Also, Griffins wouldn't be infected by the plague – at least, Lu Li hadn't seen one that was.
230 years before the opening of the Dark Portal, the Wildhammer Dwarves had experienced the War of the Three Hammers and the First War of Black Iron. Due to the curse on their homeland, they had no choice but to abandon their homeland. They moved north to the Lordaeron Continent and settled down in the Hinterlands. In the local life, these Dwarves that came from the southern mountains gradually became one with nature and became the best friends of the Griffins that lived here.
It was at this time that the Wildhammer Dwarves used their advanced technology to make it possible for Griffins to carry people. This technology was spread to all parts of the Eastern Kingdom through the Bronzebeard Brothers of Khaz Modan. From then on, Griffin Knights began to appear in people's eyes.
It could be said that without the permission of the Wildhammer Dwarves, even if Lu Li knew about this passage, it would be useless.
Griffins would tear apart any outsiders that trespassed into their territory.
"I'll never come here again," Sesame Tangyuan couldn't help but say, "I don't think I'll be able to eat for at least three days."
"Damn, can you stop saying the word 'eat' here?" Cain's Left Hand resisted the urge to vomit, "Lu Li, you're too unkind. How could you let me come along? Why me? Why!"
"What's with all this nonsense? Just don't look at your feet. Look at how blue the sky is, and how fresh the air is …" Lu Li flapped his wings and landed on the head of a Paladin's horse. He lazily pecked at his blood-red feathers.
That's right, he couldn't feel the disgust of bird poop at all because he had turned off his sense of smell and turned into a crow.
The passageway was very long. Some of it was the habitat of the griffins, while others had to pass through caves, streams, and even small swamps. The group of people trudged for more than an hour before they finally passed through the forest and entered the Plaguelands.
In an open and hidden area, Lu Li and Tirion Fordring temporarily parted ways. The NPC went ahead to scout the enemy, while Lu Li was responsible for summoning his army of 20,000.
These 20,000 people came from the alliance of Ruling Sword, Drizzle Court and Peerless City. Although not all of them were elites, they were at least maxed out and had decent equipment. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to deal any effective damage to the strengthened monsters in the Plaguelands.
They first pulled in the Warlocks who could summon portals, then created a few more portals.
This would increase the speed of pulling in people, but even so, it took a lot of time for all 20,000 people to appear in the Plaguelands.
As the commander, Lu Li commanded from the sky. He had a wider field of vision, but the specific tasks of leading the team were all divided up.
"Wander, you need to move towards the direction of Light's Hope Chapel, then fan out at the edge of the Demonblade Scar. Don't let any Undead have a chance to escape. Sky Moon, take some people in the direction of Lake Merelda. Watch the crossroads of Cowlin. Don't let the Undead in, and don't let the Undead out …" Lu Li began to divide his troops. His main target was Tyr's Hand, but he also had to guard against the Scourge's reinforcements from other directions.
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