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"What is this?" Someone asked softly.

"It's a dragon...... And it's a dragon resurrected from the dead! Archmage Modra gasped.

The strength of the dragon is extremely terrifying, and as a high-level Dalaran, Modra knows very well, this is far from a strength that ordinary people can match!

Several gnome helicopters flew up to the dragon, attempting to attack it, but unfortunately did little damage to the frost dragon...... At the same time, the dragons spotted the little guys, and with a dragon spray, the helicopter fell straight into the air, and the screams of the gnomes could be faintly heard.

At the same time, a frost dragon spotted the steam tanks shooting at them on the ground, and with a breath of frost, the two tanks were instantly reduced to ice graves.

"Damn the Brute Hammer Dwarves, I knew they weren't reliable!" Muradin Brass wielded his battle axe in vain, but there was little he could do about the monsters in the sky!

"Let me deal with them!" Archmage Modra summoned her flying carpet and flew into the sky.

In fact, she is not too sure about dealing with this terrible monster! But there was no way, she couldn't let a few frost dragons destroy everything.

She flew in front of the dragon.

A frost dragon spotted the mage flying towards them, and a cold breath spewed at Modra, and she quickly controlled the flying carpet and dodged the attack!

A huge flame slingstone condensed in Modra's hand and smashed into the frost dragon at the front, the fierce flames were controlled by Modra and burned on the frost dragon's body, but it didn't seem to cause much damage to it, these monsters covered in frost were too resistant to fire spells!

"Damn it!" Modra was preparing another spell, and suddenly he was not paying attention, and a dragon's tail swept towards Modra, and he was caught off guard and had to use the flame shield to protect his body, and then the whole person lost his balance and fell from the air......

Falling from such a high sky, Modra's head went blank for a moment.

There was a sharp scream, and then Modra felt like she was being caught by something.

It's a griffon, a griffin piloted by a dwarf!

"If you can't fly, don't be strong, mage!" The dwarf scoffed.

Modra's face turned blue suddenly, but the other party had saved her life, and it was not easy to have a seizure.

On the ground, there was a shout from Muradin: "Furstad, you idiot, how can you come so late!" ”

"I'm sorry, Muradin!" Furstad Brute Hammer explained loudly in the air: "On the way, I came across a strange chariot full of corpses, and I easily solved them, and there was a slight delay......

"However, it doesn't seem to have much of an impact?" Furstad shifted his gaze to the dozen or so frost dragons in front of him.

"This kind of thing is like digging for the Hammer dwarves in Eagle's Nest Mountain, and we have plenty of combat experience in Grimbaatar!" Furstad said confidently: "Mage, look at it, the dragon is going to kill like this!" ”

Under Furstad's command, the hundreds of griffon knights behind him were divided into more than a dozen squads and surrounded the frost dragons.

A skinny griffin suddenly flew in front of a giant dragon, and it seemed to tease its opponent!

It was clear that the Frost Dragon was enraged by it and spewed out a Frost Breath in an attempt to kill the little one, but the skinny griffin was extremely nimble and attacked the Frost Dragon several times to no avail.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, several griffons circled the dragon's flanks and flew parallel to the dragon, occasionally rushing at its body and tearing at its bones.

The frost dragon's tail flicked endlessly, trying to deal with the flies on the body, but none of them hit each other...... Its attention has been completely drawn!

Furstad had ridden the griffon directly above the dragon, and he pulled out a giant throwing hammer.

"Baby, come on, there's work to do!" Turning the hammer, Furstad patted the griffon's head.

A bolt of lightning spat out of the griffon's mouth and spewed into the hammer, which erupted from its hand and slammed into the frost dragon's spine.

All I heard was the sound of bones breaking, and then the huge frost dragon let out a wail and fell from the sky like a kite that had dropped its strings!

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The death of a frost dragon greatly boosted the morale of the Alliance's soldiers.

Gavinrad discovered from afar that more undead had appeared, led by a giant demon.

It should be the commander of the army of the undead? Gavinrad knew very well that the time for the decisive battle had come!

He simply threw away the hammer in his hand, leaving it for the first time since he had been baptized more than a decade ago.

At the same time, he pulled a long sword from his waist.

"Lord Lothar, please forgive me for blaspheming you......" Gavinrad prayed softly.

Then, he raised his sword aloft in his hand.

"Soldiers of the Alliance!" Gavinrad's loud voice spread to every corner of the battlefield: "The time for the final battle has come, and I order you in the name of Quirzaram to attack and destroy this group of evil monsters!" ”

This sword is none other than the Grand Royal Sword "Quelzaram", and for the supreme holy relic of the entire Alliance, Gavin Rad ordered the best craftsmen in Lordaeron to reforge it and personally brought it to the battlefield!

The brilliance of the Holy Sword shone on every corner of the battlefield, and its appearance raised the morale of every Alliance soldier to the highest point!

Gavinrad drove his horse fearlessly towards the undead position, the knights of the Silver Hand following him closely, and behind him were countless brave Lordaeron warriors!

Normorigan's air force has wiped out the vast majority of gargoyles, and they fly over the army of the undead and shoot wildly!

The griffin knights of Eagle's Nest Mountain, under the command of Furstad, arrived a little later, and they also flew over the army of the undead...... Archmage Modra raised her staff from the griffin of Furstad, and terrifying flames struck the undead from the sky...... She wasn't alone, each griffon had an additional mage of Dalaran on its body, attacking from the air towards the ground.

The militia of Fort Riptide and the cavalry of Fort Ironforge attacked the army of the undead from the left and right flanks, and these elite troops quickly scattered the flanks of the army of the undead!

Banazar was stunned, it had never expected these mortal armies to display such terrifying combat power, and for the first time today, he felt a trace of fear......

But it may be too late, a paladin has already appeared in front of Banazal.

It was Gavinrad, whose great royal sword, Quelzaram, was completely unstoppable by Banazal...... A sharp sword stabbed into the Dreadlord's chest.

Banazar struggled and gritted his teeth, reducing his entire body to pieces.

With his defeat, the entire army of the undead began to completely collapse in the face of the charge of the Alliance warriors!