"There, look! There they are! ”

Following the scout's finger, Furstad Brute Hammer changed the direction of the griffon's flight and looked down.

Yes, there it is! The Hammer Dwarf's sharp eyes caught the scorched earth that was blazing. He tapped his heel slightly, and his griffon mount snapped in response, then tightened its wings and began to dive downward. Behind him, the entire legion of griffin knights maintained their heights, hovering in the air.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and the entire battlefield was becoming clearer and clearer in front of him. Furstad was not a rookie who had never seen the world, he had fought in the Second Orc War, but he had never seen such a thrilling scene, and the corpses almost covered the ground told how tragic the battle was. From the bottom of his heart, he raised his respect for these tenacious human warriors. On the other side of the human warrior, all kinds of strange demons were surging forward, with his rich life experience, he couldn't even recognize all the categories of these demons, but he knew that this was not the point, the important thing was that these disgusting monsters were about to fall under his hammer!

He noticed that a human cavalry was coming around from behind a hill and charging towards the demon's flank. Hundreds of horses' hooves slammed into the ground like drumsticks, and the battle was the prelude.

The griffon flew even lower, and he distinctly heard the humans below singing a hymn in a loud voice, so powerful and powerful that his blood began to boil as if he had drunk a whole pot of the strongest dwarven spirits. Beneath the saddle, the griffon let out a loud chirp, and the feathers on the back of its neck thud up like the tips of a feathered spear. Brute Hammer knew that it was a sign of its desire to fight.

As in previous battles, when lowered to a few dozen yards above the ground, the griffon spread its wings as wide as it could, maintaining this height, as a dark cloud swept over the demons' heads. It was so fast that the hammers, halberds, decapitating swords, and a howling hellhound thrown by the demons were left far behind—and then, more than one demon was injured by the rain of steel that fell from the sky.

As he swept past the head of a tall Dreadhead, Furstad threw the hammer in his hand with all his might. The demon swung his decapitating sword and parried the powerful impact, but the Hammer Dwarf's attack was not so simple, and with a thunderclap, a bolt of lightning burst out of the hammer head and struck the guy. A terrible black wound appeared on the side of his neck, almost blowing his neck apart, and the demon staggered back a few steps before collapsing with a thud, the falling decapitation sword slicing the foot of the hapless orc next to him in half.

Furstad is immersed in flying and fighting both fast. In the midst of this, the oncoming wind washed over his braided beard and hair, blowing them to the back of his head. But Brute Hammer knew that it was not yet time to kill as much as he wanted, and that he had more important things to do. He pulled the reins back, and the griffin flicked its tail and flapped its wings vigorously to climb up again.

By the time he climbed back hundreds of yards, the griffin knights were already waiting impatiently, and the warhammers in the hands of many dwarves were bursting with bright arcs of lightning.

"See, boss?" One of the most impatient dwarven officers couldn't wait to ask, "Is this the place we want to rescue?" ”

"That's right, this is it," Furstad roared in the wind, "those humans, they fought very bravely, and according to the ancient covenant, now is the time for us to play!" ”

"Like you did with trolls?" Another dwarven officer asked.

"Yes, just like with the trolls," Furstad said to the other Hammer dwarves with a smile, "but these monsters won't be left to death, so we'll be careful, but don't worry too much, we'll soon make them understand that they're not welcome in Azeroth!" ”

"Now, go back to your company!" Finally, Furstad looked around, and each of the dwarven officers nodded in response, and then drove his griffons out in all directions.

Furstad raised the horn to his lips and blew it vigorously. Amid the sound of the horn, a company of griffons, led by an officer, lined up in an attack formation, ready to attack at any time.

Their dwarven leader put away his horn and hung it beside him, driving his mount on his knees. The griffon responded with a loud chirp, then spread its wings and swooped down excitedly. The others swooped in as well, the dwarves' footrings hissing through the air with a terrible roar, making them look like a screeching group of death.

"Glorify the Father!" With a loud battle cry, Furstad launched the first round of attacks. His first target only had time to raise the massive Abyssal Decapitation Sword in his hand before he could be struck in the jaw, and with a roar of thunder, half of the demon's face was shattered, and its body flew straight up.

Furstad continued to skim low, and the magic hammer flew back into his hand of its own accord before disappearing again, this time striking a Dreaddemon. Furstad tugged at the reins, causing the griffon to climb up again to reach the height of another dive attack. Behind him, his direct team did a very good job, and the demons on the ground let out angry roars and curses, but for the Hammer Dwarves, it was the best compliment!

But the demons were stupid and irascible, but these monsters born for war possessed an unrivaled talent for fighting, and by the time the griffin knights of Furstad began to dive down again, the demons were ready to throw. However, they didn't take into account the effects of gravity and altitude on combat. Furstad raised the hammer above his head and swung it, then threw it. The arcing hammer slammed into the chest of a Doomward Ward, collapsing it entirely. At this time, the various weapons thrown by the demons were exhausted and fell to the ground.

"Ha, fall under my hammer, this is your fate!" Furstad shouted downward. The Hammer Dwarves are always fond of shouting all sorts of rhetoric in battle to add to their battles.

However, the dwarven leader soon discovered that the demons' counterattack was beginning to threaten his safety, and an abyssal-style halberd flew past him, with a few blood-stained feathers on the tip of the spear. Immediately afterward, he heard a painful chirp from his griffon mount, and shook it a few times, but quickly stabilized it again.

"Hold on, old man!" Furstad shouted anxiously, and he hurled the Storm Hammer at a fierce Doomward guard, pulling the reins and sending the mount to flap its wings and climb upwards.

The griffon climbed up a full three hundred yards in one breath, then flapped its wings and hovered in the air. The leader of the dwarves nervously examined its wings. Although it was difficult to do this because of the constant flapping of the wings, relying on the sharp eyes, the Hammer Dwarf finally found that this was nothing more than a false alarm, and the demon halberd only flew past the edge of the wings, except for a shallow wound, where only a few feathers had fallen.

This is nothing, the griffons themselves usually shed more than a few hairs, and it will not take a week for them to grow new ones. Furstad let out a long sigh, but then a wave of anger welled up in his heart.

"Damn, you're going to pay the price!" He roared in anger and began to dive down again!