To humans, this is probably a secret place, first the lost remnants of the Troll Empire, then the footprints of the High Elves, and finally, hundreds of years ago, a branch of the Dwarves came here.

At the time of the Alliance's rise, the Hammer Dwarves of Eagle's Nest Mountain also joined the Alliance, and they have been breeding and domesticating griffons for hundreds of years, and although they are far inferior to their counterparts in Ironforge, they have become an indispensable part of the Alliance...... Unlike the other two dwarven branches, the Hammer Dwarves, who have long lived in the north, are only slightly cold to the Copperbeard Dwarves.

However, when they approached the Eagle's Nest Mountain, they were still surrounded by a super luxurious formation of griffin knights, and when they saw the dwarves and griffins here, the Hammer Knights breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little bored, when they first saw those bats, they seemed to have returned to the great wars of the past, and the trolls of the old tribe loved to keep these terrible creatures in captivity.

Loria and the dwarves were forced to land at the foot of the Eagle's Nest surrounded by the Hammer Knights, and Salva Slag jumped off the griffin and walked towards the leading knight captain, handing him a burning-lacquered paper.

"Ah, for the sake of the Alliance, to Magni Copperbeard. Captain Brute Hammer handed the paperwork back to the slag, "By the way, what are those bats, and what are the secret weapons that have been developed recently?"

"Who knows what's going on in the human head. Slag shrugged noncommittally.

Their flying mounts are well cared for and don't need to worry at all, and the Hammer Dwarves are griffon experts...... The exception was the bats, who were left to rest in place, guarded by a few Hammer Knights, all of whom screamed menacingly at the griffons in the distance with their scarlet eyes.

It's good to be able to train like this in a short period of time, but if a non-vampire gets close to them, there's still a high chance that they'll be bitten off their necks.

Loria was anxious to hurry, but the bats were so exhausted that even the griffons, who had extraordinary endurance, needed to rest, and she was bored, and the Hammer Dwarf did not invite her up the mountain, but after a quarter of an hour, some fruit and wine were brought in.

"Miss Loria, please be calm. Seeing her impatiently playing with a piece of fruit, the dwarven slag leaned over and whispered, "Considering the sensitive nature of what you're carrying, it's better to stay away from them." ”

"I had a premonition of urgency. Loria looked a little agitated, the skin of the fruit in her hand had been scratched by her fingernails, "Can't you hurry up?"

"Well, I'll ask the hammers and see if I can borrow some griffons. The dwarf twitched the big nose on his square face and took a deep breath, "Please take a stroll around the neighborhood, the woodlands of Hinterland are a rare beauty for humans, especially the forests after the rain." ”

With that, he departed, Loria waited for a while, completely oblivious to the fresh fruit in front of her, Kana muttered something to Sharia, Doru looked up at the sky idly, Clement's loyal lieutenant was always a little bored, always alone when there was no task, and she looked at the dwarves again, but in a short time they were already drunk and their voices were getting louder.

Anxiety didn't help, Loria decided to follow the advice of the slag, she got up and walked towards the forest in the south of the mountain, Doru saw this and fled away from the two women, and followed Loria far away with her sword in her hand.

Slag was right, the scenery of Hinterland was indeed good, she spared a few laps in the woods, and then she saw a griffin with oily hair, I don't know if it was the bat's love for her that gave her confidence, she muttered childlike words like the little griffin touching her head, and leaned in.

The griffon tilted its head and looked at her in confusion, not understanding what she was trying to do.

Loria nervously stretched out her paws to touch the griffon's feathers.

The griffon's eyes widened and he slammed his beak into her head.

Even at close range, the giant creature didn't want to hit the nimble Loria, but she was slowed down by the fact that she had never worn light armor, and then she was hit the head, and then lost her balance and fell backwards, falling into the shallow water.

The griffon haughtily raised its head and left, and Doru, who was not far away, pretended not to see anything.

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Tyran had only seen giants in storybooks, but that didn't stop him from imagining how tall they must be, and now he had seen them alive in Stratholme...... Well, dead giants.

The crossbow fired, and the huge bolt hit the undead giant's leg, but it was like being stabbed with a toothpick...... Although it hurt to think about it, the undead did not feel pain after all, and the terrible giant did not stop, he took a heavy step slowly, and he could cross a distance of twenty or thirty meters in one step, and with heavy steps that made the ground shake slightly, he soon came to the city wall, which was not yet knee-high.

The troll froze for a moment, scratching his back impatiently, and the human crossbowman's bolts stabbed him in the legs intensively, but they couldn't stop him, and after a few moments, the giant raised his legs and kicked at the annoying tower, and the smoke and dust flew up with the sound of broken masonry, and the tower and its crossbowmen flew out and smashed into the square.

When everyone's attention couldn't help but be distracted, the undead fought back again, and the warriors couldn't count the number of times they began to fight with the undead for the head of the city, but they were all a little absent-minded, and no one knew where the terrible monster would step next time, this moment did not make them wait too long, and soon, the city walls were shrouded in shadow.

The troll raised its leg again, but could not tell whether he wanted to trample on the wall or cross it, and at that moment, explosions suddenly rang out one after another, from the city wall to the troll, which was filled with undead spirits, but now it became a terrible death site, and there were constantly tattooed people rushing forward frantically, and if they encountered any obstacles, they immediately exploded.

Crimes of betrayal or cruelty to their fellow citizens are engraved on their backs, and those who have long been sentenced to death have launched a charge of atonement.

The new order cannot tolerate the existence of these people whose hands are stained with the blood of their kind, and they may have to crush the old enemy with their arms.

"Write down their names, they have atoned for their sins to the Light and are ready to be on the list of fallen soldiers. The prosecutor of the Overseer said to one of the clerks.

The explosion didn't stop, it spread from the blood-colored path of light all the way forward, to the troll's feet, to his legs, to his knees.

The monster fell.