When Diego and Masrae picked up Dezko by boat half an hour later and returned to Barov Manor together, they were approached by a human guard who had been waiting for a long time.

"High Lord, please go to the council chamber as soon as possible!" He said with an anxious expression.

"I'll go!" Diego was a little baffled, it was a good day for reinforcements to arrive, and he didn't know why this guard looked like his tail was on fire.

"What happened?" He guessed that something unpleasant might have happened, after all, the orc war had only been more than a decade old, and some hatred was not so easy to forget.

"Orcs and dwarves are about to fight!" The guards also did not see Diego, and complained angrily, "This has not yet landed, and the fight has begun, what is the use of us having such an ally?" ”

"What?" Diego asked in surprise, a little incredulous, "Are the heads of the dwarves and orcs caught in the door?" ”

The guards did not answer, and did not need to answer, for turning the corner they saw in the distance the dwarves and orcs facing each other in the open space in front of the main castle.

This clearing, forty or fifty yards square, is the best place for airships and griffons to take off and land in the entire estate, whether it is a goblin airship or a team of griffins, but the problem now is that dwarves and orcs who have traveled long distances want to land first, especially dwarves, whose griffins are already exhausted and can't wait to rest.

The reason why the two sides haven't fought so far is that their commanders are all Tirio? Fordin's friend, neither of them wants to get their old buddies in trouble.

"Hey, old man, we can't wait any longer, the griffons are exhausted!" Foul-hammer dwarf leader Vorstad? Hammer shouted discontentedly, and he kicked the tired Rydberg with his heel, and his griffon mount responded with a soft call, flapping its wings vigorously to maintain its height.

During the Second Orc War, Furstad? Hammer and Tirio? Fording has fought side by side, and is a real old fellow. He glanced at the orcs on the goblin airship opposite, and flattened his mouth with contempt.

"If you want me to say, we don't need these greenskins at all, they can't be trusted." He said dismissively.

The Hammer's contempt infuriated Itreg thoroughly - because of his friendship with Tirio, the old orc was commissioned by Thrall to lead a legion of tribal alliances to come to his aid, and although he was known for his wisdom and composure, the old orc did not mind embarrassing the dwarf who offended him.

"Wow, the 'trusted' dwarves are just here now, what were they doing before? Could it be that they have dug so deep that they have lost their way in it, so that they don't even see the plight of their human allies? He said mockingly.

Above the goblin airship, the orcs burst into laughter.

"Hey, shut up! Greenskin, you have no idea how much the dwarves have sacrificed for their allies! "Furstad? Brute Hammer roared angrily, gripped the lightning-dancing storm hammer tightly, ready to throw it at any moment, "In the Second Orc War, an entire legion of griffin knights and an equal number of dwarven musketeers followed Kudran? The hammer has been beaten all the way to the orc's hometown! Just a few years ago, countless dwarves sacrificed their lives to defend Azeroth, and you monster is in no position to accuse the dwarves of loyalty to their allies! ”

There's something else Itreig wants to say, but Tirio? Fording stopped his rhetorical sneering.

"Hey, alright, guys, that's it, leave your strength to the Scourge Legion, okay?" Tirio shouted angrily, feeling like a babysitter, comforting the two angry children, "As a commander, shouldn't you maintain your majesty in front of the soldiers?" Do you still have to use the ridiculous trick of throwing a sieve to decide who will land first? ”

He looked mockingly at the two old friends, but Furstad? Hammer's eyes lit up suddenly.

"That's a great idea, I can't believe it, Tirio, after all these years, you're finally not so old-fashioned!" The dwarven leader laughed.

"I'm for it!" The old orc on the airship also nodded and shouted, "But I'm going to use my own dice, I can't trust this dwarf!" ”

"Whatever you want, the dwarves never do anything at the table!" Hammer pulled a sleek metal die from his bag and threw it to the ground.

The fist-sized metal creature slammed into a gleaming trajectory and slammed into the ground in front of Tirio.

Stunned by the stunned paladins of his two old friends, he guessed that this thing was simply the throwing weapon of the griffon knights, specially used to smash people!

"Okay, five!" He glanced down helplessly, then announced in a loud voice. Anyway, this was at least a solution, and he couldn't let the two gangs hang themselves in the sky all the time.

"Look at me now!" Itreig said confidently, and he took out a bone dice from his bosom, brought it to his mouth, blew it, and then dropped it with great skill.

The dice rolled on the ground a few times and stopped.

Tirio walked over and took a look, then looked up and looked at the old orc with a mocking look.

"Your hands stink!"

"Hell!" There was a wail on the airship, and Itreg slapped the boat in annoyance.

"Land!" Furstad? Brute Hammer shouted excitedly. Under his leadership, the griffin knights descended from the sky with a shout of joy, and the big ones flapped their wings so hard that Tirio could barely open his eyes.

Deeply eye-opened, Diego and his friends walked over and stood behind Tirio, ready to welcome the orcs for landing, and to be honest, they were acquaintances with the orcs here.

"The Brute Hammer Clan salutes the host!"

In the midst of the flying dust, the dwarves stepped out of the landing field. The sturdy figure at the front of the line, wearing a pair of brown chain mail, happily looked at Tirio? Fording shouted. The dwarves behind him also greeted noisily, some waving their war hammers in their hands. Their griffon mounts didn't need to be towed at all, and cleverly followed behind them.

Tirio stepped forward and picked the dwarven leader from the ground.

"Welcome, Furstad, I'm glad you arrived in time!"

The dwarf hugged his friend tightly, too, but he quickly remembered his majesty, and then struggled to break free from the other's embrace and return to the ground.

"Hey, man, that's rude, you can't pick me up like a keg from the ground." He grumbled, completely forgetting who was rolling the dice in full view, "You have to be polite, especially someone as old as me!" ”

"Come on, Furstad, don't be old, you're at least thirty years younger than me!" Without mercy, a familiar voice rang out behind the dwarven leader.

Diego surprised to see Brian? Brass Whiskers appeared in front of them.

"How? Dwarves never count! Copperbeard smiled smugly at them, "In order to hurry, we have a company of griffin knights first, and the men behind are crossing the poisonous fog canyon in the south, and they will arrive at noon the day after tomorrow at the latest!" ”

"I want to say, this is really great, with your help, we are more sure to win the Psychic Academy!" Tirio exclaimed with heartfelt admiration.

Just then, a long whistle sounded from the sky overhead.

Through the dust, they saw a huge black shadow slowly falling to the ground.