Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 410: Air Combat

Historically, Muradin's brother, Brann Bronzebeard, founded an organization called the Explorers' Society.

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 forces and was 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 to a dead end. Even when he saw Arthas disobey his father's orders and burn the departing ships, even when he saw Arthas first recruit local mercenaries to fight for him and then betray and kill them, Muradin still did not leave.

After defeating the guards and finding Frostmourne, Muradin read the inscription, telling him that it was a cursed sword, and immediately prepared to leave. But Arthas didn't care, he walked to the pedestal and took out the sword. The sword burst out of its icy prison, and the flying fragments pierced Muradin like a spear.

Muradin didn't die, but this became an eternal pain in Muradin's heart...

Duke sighed quietly in his heart. He was unwilling to let these dwarves 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 inevitably became a very insignificant thing.

Compared to Deathwing, the more than 100,000 orcs in Khaz Modan are nothing.

Duke muttered in his heart: "Neltharion, where the hell are you, you bastard?"

At the same moment Duke was silently reciting, he suddenly felt two gazes. These two gazes gave Duke a very strange feeling. It was obviously like an ordinary gaze, but it seemed to have suddenly changed.

Duke turned his head and saw no strangers. In the headquarters, besides his five-man team, there was Muradin and Falstad who had just gone to show his affection to Vereesa. This guy was the captain of the griffin squadron assigned by Kurdran Wildhammer to his cousin Magni. Because griffins were not needed in the defense of Ironforge, he ended up following Muradin.

For a moment, Duke almost doubted that his feeling was wrong.

But who is Duke?

The best traverser who has managed to survive after crossing into the troubled hell-like world of Azeroth.

Duke, who calls himself the veteran driver of hell!

Duke always believed in his intuition, because he firmly believed that the so-called intuition of danger was just the brain's judgment of the dangerous situation. Maybe he didn't react rationally, but the brain had already judged that this was a dangerous situation and informed Duke intuitively.

When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong!

Duke has a plan.

"Falstad, are you familiar with the patrol routes of the orc dragons?"

Falstad was happy to show off his strength in front of Vereesa: "If it were still those brainless greenskins who were blindly commanding the red dragons, I might still be worried. Because you can never explain the rules to a fool."

When he said this, everyone in the command center burst into laughter.

The orc commander might be relatively intelligent, but the orcs under him were mostly pure reckless men. Dealing with such guys was a headache for both the enemy and us.

Falstad's voice rose eight degrees: "But I found that those stupid greenskins were fooled by the red dragons. Not every red dragon is willing to work for the greenskins. Those red dragons specially created a patrol airspace that seems rigorous, but is actually full of loopholes. As long as you are willing to trust me, I can take you all the way to the foot of Grim Batol in the dark of night with a griffin."

This is the benefit of having a local guide.

If Kurdran were to lead a large army and charge in directly, it would most likely turn into a large-scale air battle.

The Wildhammer dwarves are not afraid of death, but Duke doesn't dare to be so wasteful.

Duke whistled, "Not bad! If we can avoid the orc camp, then when we reach the foot of the mountain, I can lead my team and use illusions to go straight into Grim Batol."

Recalling the scene where Duke used a wide-area illusion to deceive the red dragon in the sky, Muradin muttered: "Magic is really convenient. I also want to save the Red Dragon Queen. At least a regiment of elite knights and rangers will be needed to accomplish this."

Duke patted Muradin on the shoulder and turned to look at his team: "Well, let's vote. Are you willing to believe our Wildhammer brothers?"

"It doesn't matter." Gavinrad, a bystander, shrugged.

"I will follow your orders, sir." Rhonin lowered his head.

Marian frowned, but Vereesa said directly: "What if we happen to run into a dragon patrol?"

Falstad patted his chest proudly and said, "If there are less than four red dragons, our Wildhammer Knight Squadron will tell those big lizards that this is the dwarfs' territory!"

A squadron of griffon knights consists of about 15 to 20 griffon knights. In fact, this is also a strong force.

Seeing Vereesa's frown, Falstad comforted her, "Don't worry. If something happens, we will give priority to sending you and Sir Paladin to the ground."

Falstad ignored the three mages magnificently.

That's right, any wizard who has Slow Fall and cannot be killed no matter how hard he falls is a fucking scoundrel.

In summer, moonless nights are hard to find.

Duke and his party stayed in Muradin's lair for three days before they waited for the weather they wanted. Feeling anxious, Vereesa followed Falstad and rode on the griffin.

The griffin under her shouted joyfully at its companion next to her, as if mocking him. There were also two people sitting in the same car, but he was carrying an extra nimble elf girl, while the one next to him was a burly paladin who was fully armed.

The griffin next door was obviously looking pale, so the dwarf knight had to add a large piece of raw meat before taking off, and the griffin flapped its wings hard to take off.

Apparently, either Falstad was wrong about the patrol Road he had described, or their luck had run out.

Although the moonlight was dim, two new spots in the distance attracted the attention of the griffin team. The two spots in the sky kept moving, getting bigger and bigger, and were heading towards them.

"What are those?" Falstad leaned forward in the strong wind while flying at high speed, and turned his head to look at Vereesa behind him. He knew that this elf ranger had better night vision than him.

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

At this moment, she hated the boastful dwarf griffon knight in front of her.

We agreed to sneak into the village without firing a gun. Didn't we?

Dragons, and there were two of them at once.

"Is it red?" Falstad 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!" Vereesa shouted.

As the elven rangers with the best eyesight, Vereesa and Falstad's griffins also flew in the front.

Duke, who was less than 20 meters behind Vereesa, glanced at the other griffin riders and saw that the other dwarves had also discovered the two dragons.

Without even the need for a horn, the dwarf knights immediately adjusted their formation and dispersed. Two teams of six griffins, one on the left and one on the right, quickly moved forward and surpassed the other griffins in the center team.

The dwarves followed the established strategy and began to protect Duke and other important guests.

In the distance, the two dragons were also moving in a strategic manner. For some reason, their movements in the air reminded Duke of the two-plane formations commonly used in modern air combat before the crossing.

The larger one rose to a higher altitude and then flew away from its companion.

Duke immediately realized what the beast was trying to do.

Even if you don't want to admit it, you have to admit that the confrontation between griffins and dragons is limited. When a griffin faces a young dragon, it can use tactics and strategies to offset the racial advantages of the red dragon. Once a red dragon rises to the level of a young dragon, except for the Griffin King in Kurdran, basically no griffin can keep up with the movements of the young dragon.

It's like the Griffin is a propeller biplane from the First World War. It might be able to fight against a more advanced propeller monoplane, but it's no match for the fifth-generation jet aircraft.

The dragon climbed up not because it was afraid of the griffin.

On the contrary, it is because the dragon is too fast, and it is possible that you will miss it if you hedge against it.

But if the dragon occupies the high altitude, it will be completely different. Diving down from the high altitude, the slower party will not be able to avoid the higher speed dive attack no matter what they do.

The dragon used the sky as a urn, placed the griffin and the passengers in the middle, and then caught the turtle in the urn.

"These two are experienced riders!" Falstad shouted excitedly. "The one who climbs is especially good! This will be a glorious battle!"

Damn it, didn't you agree to drop the passengers off first?

At this moment, Vereesa wanted to strangle Falstad to death. The damn dwarf knight, once his blood boiled, he would not care about anything else.

In human legends, dwarves were transformed from rocks.

This legend is of course unfounded, but it can be used to describe the stubbornness of the dwarf. Once he makes up his mind, he will never change it.

There were less than twenty breaths left before entering combat mode, and Vereesa was already cursing in anxiety.

Well, except for Lirath, the expressionless and cold ghost, the voices of the three Windrunner sisters are very nice. Even now, when Vereesa curses, it feels like a yellow oriole singing. Falstad ignored them all and actually drove the guests to charge.

At this moment, Falstad suddenly heard the sound of his own horn, twenty meters away.

"Woo! Woo-woo!"

One short, one long, and one short.

Eh? Isn't this the sound of our captain ordering a retreat?

"Woo—woo—woo—"

Three lengths.

This is an order for everyone to retreat together and give priority to protecting important "cargo".

The strong wind caused by the high-speed flight made the shouting voices almost inaudible. Only the sound of the horn was slightly clearer. The darkness also made it difficult for the other griffin knights to see Falstad's movements. The high degree of discipline of the dwarf knights made them choose to obey orders unconditionally.

Falstad was so angry that he realized that it was Vereesa who touched his horn and gave orders without authorization, and all the orders were correct!

"Hehe!" Vereesa raised the horn with one hand proudly. "Fortunately, Duke gave me a secret bag before he set out, and asked me to open it when you disobeyed his orders. Convey the order of Edmund Duke, the deputy commander of the Alliance, and order you, Falstad Dragon Catcher, to immediately send down the griffin, otherwise he will ask Lord Kurdran Wildhammer to ban you from going to the sky forever."

Falstad feared nothing except being denied the right to fly. The Wildhammer Knights flying in the sky were most afraid of not dying in the sky, but dying helplessly on a hospital bed. This time, Duke had really caught his weakness.

Falstad knew that the situation was unfavorable, so he had to give up the plan of fighting the dragon.

"Damn it! If a giant dragon rushes down like this, half of us might die! Then you, the deputy commander, will be held fully responsible!"

"I don't care! Follow the order!" Vereesa also understood that retreating in this situation would only give the dragon a chance to defeat them one by one. But some things are like this. After experiencing the test of life and death, Vereesa had an unprecedented feeling in her heart - that is, unconditional trust in Duke.

The fear of lingering in front of the gate of purgatory, the joy after escaping death, and the feeling of safety and warmth have long been deeply imprinted in Vereesa's soul.

She believed that she would never forget this complicated feeling.

No matter whether others believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

The result was that the Dwarf Griffin Squadron, which had never given up even a little, actually ran away.

This was beyond the giant dragon's expectations, and also made the two red dragons very happy.

Since they have given up their high speed and velocity, what is the difference between these griffins and the chickens that are struggling powerlessly in the eyes of humans?

Suddenly breaking through the dense clouds, the overlord of the sky - the giant dragon, proudly descended from the sky with unparalleled dominance.

Getting closer!

Closer!

In less than thirty breaths, these nasty little-clawed birds would be torn into bloody scraps that would float in the air.

Suddenly, the two dragons felt dazzled.

Huh? Why are there so many griffins?

Immediately, the dragon realized that this was not an illusion. The griffins swayed a few times, and suddenly a large number of griffins appeared. Not a dozen, but more than a hundred.

Not only the dragon, but even the griffin itself was startled by the extra "companion" and let out a sharp cry. The knights had a headache and tried to comfort their mounts.

The dragons were confused, and the younger one attacked first.

It swooped down and grabbed a griffin with its sharp claws like lightning. Who would have thought that instead of feeling the flesh being cut, the griffin exploded.

"Bang!" The explosion did not cause any damage, but it scared the dragon.

Well, this is a typical 'the other party doesn't want to talk to you, so throw a self-destructing griffin at you'.

Unexpectedly, after one was blown up, more griffins flew out in front.

The older, more experienced, and more powerful dragon realized that this was an illusion, and it tried to judge whether the griffin was real by the sound of the wind breaking when the griffin flew.

It failed!

It was surprised to find that more than a hundred griffins could actually make the sound of breaking wind. The air waves created by high-speed flight could not be faked.