At three o'clock in the afternoon, Metz. Delacrop and Sildo. The quenched iron felt stands at the top of the eagle's nest.

"You shouldn't have come." Metz. Delach Rip said.

"I'm here anyway." Sildo. Quenched iron felt.

The two of them put their hands behind their backs, staring at each other speechlessly.

"My vulture, named Qixuan Yuanli, is five feet high at the shoulders and two at the shoulder, and three at the length of fourteen feet. Metz. Dracrep was a little tired and changed his position.

"My bird, whose name is Nine Impermanence, is seven at five feet high at the shoulders, four at the length of thirteen feet, with a dark blue beak and sharp claws like spears." Sildo. The quenched iron felt quietly tickled with the hand behind his back.

The two were silent for a long time.

"My hammer is forged from meteorite iron mixed with hardened kryptonite ingots, weighing forty-four catties and four taels and four coins, and enchanting the power of landslides. Sildo. The quenched iron felt drew its hammer and pointed it at the opponent.

"My spear, obtained from the hands of the enemy, took the name of the cold spear, weighed thirty-eight pounds and six taels and two coins, and was enchanted with a scorching weapon." Metz. Draklep wields a spear and points at his opponent. ”

The two of them continued to pretend to be forced with weapons weighing dozens of pounds.

"Your heart is in turmoil." Metz. Delach Rip said.

"It's your heart that is disturbed." Sildo. The quenched iron felt is unmoved.

"Actually......" Metz. Before Dracripple could finish his sentence, he was killed by Sildo. Quenched iron felt rushes to speak.

"I'm your dad!"

"Wake up, Carlos, wake up, it's time to fight." Biglas woke Carlos, who was sleeping soundly, suggesting that he was wiping his dreams.

I went and fell asleep! I'll just say that my Azeroth can't be so martial artistic.

After tidying up his appearance casually, Carlos asked, "How long has it been?" ”

"About half an hour, the two dwarven lords of the duel have already gone up." Biglas replied.

No, there are really martial arts in this world! Carlos, who had just woken up, was completely awake.

"How did you get there?" Carlos asked.

"Of course the griffin knight rode up on the griffin." Biglas replied.

"Seven Xuan Yuan Li and Nine Impermanence?" Carlos was relieved to learn that the world was still normal, and as a result, he didn't speak through his brain.

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"Just woke up, forgive me." Carlos hurried to the round.

"Young people, why sleep for a long time before you die, you will sleep forever after you die." Uncle Fang Brick sighed, he continued to burn demons to show you a small movie, and you little calf actually fell asleep.

"Young man, you can sleep in a chair, you still owe exercise, uncle, I can sleep right away and walk three hundred miles at night." Anyway, no one debunked it, and Biglas blew it than the middle.

"Young people, understand, understand." The unknown dwarven mage looked at Carlos with empathy.

It's over, my own image. I can't relax for a moment. Carlos was in tears.

"By the way, I haven't asked the name of the master yet." Carlos finally remembered his faux pas.

"In front of the cube turning master, what kind of master am I as an intermediate mage. My name is Johnson. Boulders. The dwarven mage replied.

"......" Fang Brick felt that he had endured too much, so don't talk now.

"......" Carlos felt that he could not put into words his admiration for the dwarven mage. Dwayne Johnson, the name DIao exploded with wood.

"Here we go!" Biglas stared at the curtain of water and said suddenly, drawing Carlos's attention back.

It's really a warhammer and a spear!

The two lords greeted each other on the platform of the griffon's beak protruding from Eagle's Nest Mountain, and stepped onto the griffin beside them. The griffin flapped its wings and the two took to the skies.

After the first peaceful misalignment, the griffon began to accelerate, and after making two almost identical U-shaped flight paths, Metz. Delacrop and Sildo. For the first time, the quenched iron felt collided with each other, and the weapons of both sides flew out at the same time, and the two strong griffons were also disrupted by the huge impact of the rhythm, and each flapped its wings to regain its balance.

"The dwarf's physique is really exaggerated, the impact force just now is almost the same as the knight who charges with all his strength and doesn't let go of the riding spear, if you change to a human, the forearm is shattered and the shoulder is dislocated." Biglas commented.

"Well, ordinary griffin knights don't have the strength and skill of the two lords, and even if they can withstand it, they will fall off the griffin because they lose their balance." Johnson. Boulder nodded in agreement.

Sure enough, being able to fight is the only criterion for dwarves to select officials, anyway, Dwayne Johnson, how do you know so clearly, could it be that the Hammer Dwarves also hide an elite army called Griffon Mage?

The eye of the first mage could not keep up with the speed of the two dwarf lords, so Fang Brick decisively switched the oB perspective and changed to the eye of the second mage to continue the live broadcast of the game.

After the two dwarven lords stabilized their figures, they no longer engaged in opposite frontal hedges, but instead flew in the same direction and flew sideways, like two strands of twisted DNA genes.

Although there are a small number of families in the human kingdom who have mastered the art of taming griffins, they have a certain number of griffon knights. But the human griffin knights are all baby bumps, usually responsible for high-altitude reconnaissance and the delivery of confidential letters. The force that has the hand-to-hand combat technology of air units is the only one in the whole of Azeroth.

It doesn't seem right, the orcs also seem to have a small number of bipedal dragoons. But considering the small size of the bipedal wyvern, that's how much two adult griffons can eat in a day. To make an inappropriate analogy, you are comparing submarines with aircraft carriers in terms of tonnage.

Carlos decided to take a good look and learn the dwarven driving skills.

Normal aerial combat should be to seize the high ground, then pull away and dive down from the back high, using acceleration to throw axes, spears, maces, or something to kill the opponent's flying units. But Metz. Delacrop and Sildo. In a contested duel with quenched iron felt, the two lords competed against the griffin's skill and flight speed.

In the water curtain, the beards of the two dwarven lords have been blown away by the strong wind, and there is an indescribable alternative flow, and both sides have no strength to use their weapons, and they are desperately grasping the reins with both hands. The two griffons tried to harass their opponents with their claws, and the fight was evenly matched.

"Are the dwarven riders all monsters?" Biglas's exclamation made Carlos unable to complain.

(This meme is from the Gundam series 0079, Char: Are the MS of the Federation all monsters?) ）

The competition for speed was fruitless, Matz. Delacrop and Sildo. The quenched iron felt began to circle again, using throwing weapons to attack the opponent, all kinds of high-gravity acceleration dives and high-intensity emergency stops, and Carlos felt like a brain congestion.

"The griffin knights of the dwarves are really monsters." Carlos sighed.

"You haven't seen Kudran fly, and the combination of Kudran and Snow Fury is enough to dominate the skies of Hinterland." Johnson. The boulder said proudly.

Or dodge or pick fly, Metz. Delacrop and Sildo. The quenched iron felt was left with only its last weapon in the fierce battle. The two circled around a few times and reached a consensus in a way that outsiders could not know.

It was another safe and sound staggered pass, and the two of them pulled away to adjust the direction, and accelerated their charge head-on!

"It's head-to-head again!" Carlos shouted, and all three of them stood up, except for the bricks that maintained the spell casting, and the soldiers behind them quickly dispersed, each finding a view to continue watching the battle of speed and furious.

With the fierce collision, the two actually grabbed each other after the weapons were unarmed, and left the griffon on their horses together, continuing to fight in the process of falling.

"These two madmen!" Lian Johnson. The boulder couldn't help but scold.

I saw that in the water curtain, a white lightning rushed towards the two people who fell.

"It's Kudran! Attaboy! "Johnson. The boulder and the treasury guard behind him cheered.

If the griffon rider in the sky looks like a mosquito on the ground, Snow Fury is obviously a fly. Twice the size of an average adult griffon, it was unmatched in its instantaneous acceleration, and Kudran caught the two men about three hundred yards off the ground, and all the spectators in the plaza let out a deafening cheer.

But the unexpected happened, and the exhausted Sildo. The quenched iron felt hand slipped, and he slipped off Snow Fury's back.

"No!" All the dwarves let out a mournful cry at the same time.

Kudran quickly turned around and adjusted his attitude, but when Snowfury adjusted his flight attitude, Sildo. There was already a distance of more than a hundred yards between the quenched iron felt and the Kudland.

"It's too late! Even if it did, Snow Fury didn't have enough height to climb. Don't go, Kudran, they're all going to die! "Johnson. The tough guy of the boulder actually cried.

Heroes always choose the most difficult path to move forward, and in the enlistment of Metz. With Dracrip's consent, Kudran swooped down vertically at an almost ninety-degree angle to Snow Fury. The guards of the treasury in front of the water curtain wept, and the human soldiers chanted the name of the Light, hoping for a miracle.

"Cry what cry! No wonder the dwarves don't have a mage. Fang Brick was furious and shouted at Johnson. Boulders.

The ** master, who was sitting like a mountain, finally stood up, held a magic wand in his right hand and drew mysterious and incomprehensible magic runes in the air, and took out a blood-red pigeon-winged long feather with his left hand to cast a spell with one hand.

Over-the-horizon release slow fall technique, this is the true strength of the ** division named Fang Brick!

(I can't help but say that the mage should be pursuing miracles that are beyond the reach of man.) The turret mages in the other novels and those who focus on destroying miè spells are cult heretics. Let's shout long live Uncle Fang Brick! ）

PS: Codewords and other lists, the author has not slept since 7 o'clock last night, and he can't bear it, and there may be a fourth shift at night, which may not be. Although I know that there will be no updates such as refreshes in the middle of the night, I let the author pretend to be forced. I'm comfortable after writing this one. This is the flesh-and-blood Azeroth in the author's mind.