Ares lifted the fallen Ember Messenger and slashed the head of the zombie in front of him with a sword, and disgusting blood splattered out of the shattered head. I don't remember that this was the first few undead to fall under his sword, Ares just fought numbly, in front of him, there was an endless army of undead, they fought tirelessly and painlessly, as if from hell, endlessly, endlessly......

It can be seen that everyone has almost lost hope, fighting numbly, and if it weren't for the pain on his body, Ares even wondered if he was still alive.

Until the end of the sky, an eagle's screech sounded.

No, it wasn't an eagle, and in the blood mist, Ares could see that there were so many birds in the air that it was impossible for an eagle to come out in a flock. The only explanation is the griffin!

Yes, the Hammer Dwarves are finally here.

Despite having little to do with the Scarlet Crusaders, the stubborn mountaintop dwarves sent their precious brigade of griffons under the persuasion of Dalin and Ronin.

"This group fight looks fierce enough and painful enough."

"yes, I haven't seen such a fierce battle since the end of the Orc War. Roar, Hammer Dwarves, and let them see how good we are! ”

The griffon knight leader Muller roared loudly.

Under the dark canopy, hundreds of brute-hammered griffons roared down from the sky. The last glimmer of hope was ignited for everyone.

The five griffon knights in the lead formed a flying formation and swooped down. Despite the distance, Ares could see bits of lightning gathering in the air, the Tempest Hammer hissing, and the power of lightning beating in the hands of the Hammer Dwarves.

As the large group of griffon knights approached the battlefield, they split into flying squads and swooped towards their respective targets.

For the first time, Ares saw the legendary Storm Warhammer.

I saw five dwarven griffins collectively swoop down on a scourge giant. Moments before approaching the giant, a warhammer carrying powerful lightning energy was thrown from the dwarf's hand, forming a series of dazzling white lights, smashing into the Scourge Behemoth on the ground at an incomparably alarming speed.

In an instant, lightning and thunder roared, and countless fires burst out on the Scourge Giant's body, and the beating lightning even shattered the armor on the Scourge Giant's body, and countless carrion fell from the giant beast's body. The besieged Scourge tried to fight back, but the hovering griffon didn't give it a chance, and under the control of the Hammer Dwarf, the griffon once again increased its flight altitude, and then dived again, this time, the Storm Hammer sliced through the sky with a blast that tore through the air and smashed into the giant's head.

In a deafening roar, the Scourge Giant fell to the ground. The blood and dust splattered on the warriors as if it were raining blood.

After taking out the first Scourge Giant, the Dwarven Griffin flew high into the air as a victor and began to take down the annoying gargoyles in the air.

They roared, acting collectively.

The Storm Warhammer hissed, eager for battle, and under the dark canopy, lightning sliced through the sky and slammed into the evil undead gargoyles, shattering and scorching their bodies.

Gargoyles are like annoying bugs that fall from the sky, and the undead gargoyles are no match for the dwarven griffons, despite their abundance. If it weren't for the dragons, these aerial beasts would almost be the overlords of the sky. An adult griffin has strong muscles and sharp claws. It can shred the skin of any flesh-and-blood creature, and even a monster with hard skin like a gargoyle is no match for a Hammered Griffon.

The cheers of the crowd, the shouts of adoration, inspired the dwarves' primal desire to fight.

They divided into two groups and fought separately.

A squad continues to fight at high altitude in a fragmented formation to deal with the undead gargoyles. The other team, in a neat battle formation, swept the ground at a low altitude. The Storm Warhammer rained down like a bombshell, blasting the undead in its path into flesh foam and pieces. Arcs of lightning leap between the dwarven griffin and the earth.

The Crypt Demon tries to spit out cobwebs to entangle these aerial beasts, but the Hammer Dwarves are not easy to mess with, the Griffin Knights are not many, but they are the elite of the Hammer Dwarves, and it sometimes takes thirty to fifty years to train a Griffin Knight, and when the Dwarves and Griffins are integrated, their combat power will be very terrifying.

A sharp gaze can even find a leader among an army of millions.

As the Crypt Demon screamed and spat out its webs, the Dwarven Griffin grabbed the reins, and the giant griffin rose sharply, and at the same time, the Storm Hammer slammed down like a bolt of lightning into the Crypt Demon's head.

The compound eyes of the crypt demons looked at the falling warhammers, and in the next second, their hard bodies were shattered by the intense lightning blast.

"Little girl!"

The griffon knight captain Muller landed in front of Gianna with his griffon, and the bushy bearded hammer dwarf immediately gave Gianna a hearty smile.

"I knew you were coming!"

Gianna shouted in response with joy. Although her voice was still pitiful compared to the shouts around her.

"Huh. Little princess, the last time I saw you, you were a little girl, and now you have grown so big. ”

Hammer Dwarf Muller looked at Gianna and smiled heartily.

At the same time, his griffin fell behind him, like a strong warrior, overturning zombies and ghouls. They have stronger bodies than lions and are more agile than wild wolves. Ordinary undead have no chance against huge griffins.

"Thank you, thank you, you're finally here!"

"No, you should thank your father for the letter from your father that we flew here. The face of the admiral is still something that cannot be left ungiven. ”

Mueller said, riding his companion again.

"Also, that kid, I'm not optimistic. He's not strong enough! Ha! ”

With that, the dwarf turned over and sat on the griffin, and the white armored griffin immediately let out a hiss. One accelerated, shook the undead in front of him, and flew high.

The situation on the battlefield is gradually reversed, and neither the Scourge Giants, nor the Undead Abomination, nor the untold number of gargoyles are no match for the Dwarven Griffin. The corpses of the undead who fell under the Storm Hammer continued to grow, covering almost the entire Tyr's hands.

However, just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief and prepared for victory. A terrifying murmur came from the vast sky. This time, it's no longer the voice of a griffin, or a gargoyle, no longer the sound of a normal creature in nature.

Ares looked up and black dots appeared above the higher clouds, passing through the gray canopy and descending through the clouds......