"Holy Light, what the hell are these things?"

Uther clenched the sword in his hand, looked up at the sky above him, and exclaimed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Whatever it is, block it...... Otherwise, the pressure on His Royal Highness Prince Alsace will be too great. ”

Alexandros Mograine's greatsword shone with a dazzling light, slashing like a golden bolt of lightning in the night.

There was a flutter of wings, and several eagles the size of a horse's head fell to Mograine's head, then turned into a pool of blood.

"Attack, attack! Don't let these eagles and trolls pass through here! ”

Uther brandished the sword in his hand as he loudly boosted the morale of his men.

Dazzling white light shone brightly in the night, and the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand unleashed their most powerful holy arts, as they were faced with an enemy that was extremely difficult in both quantity and quality.

Uther and Mograine led the Knights of the Silver Hand and waited outside the city of Zuaman for a long time, where Arthas's battle plan was to stop reinforcements from the fortress in the northwest corner of Zuaman.

The Knights of the Silver Hand had not been exposed to the trolls in the fortress during their previous tentative assault on Zuaman, but according to Varian Wrynn, King of Stormwind, who was tasked with attacking in this direction, the camp had a large number of eagles to help the trolls defend the city.

Uther did not dare to ignore this matter, and now, he had seen the eagles with his own eyes.

Not long ago, when Uther was still worriedly looking at the fortress in the southwest corner of Zuaman, worried about whether Arthas and the others could successfully complete their main frontal mission, a large group of trolls appeared in the field of vision of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Of course, Uther didn't quite know if the group of things he was facing was still a troll or not.

Despite the appearance of the silhouette of the trolls, the enemies who were fighting the Knights of the Silver Hand had pointed beaks and sharp claws.

"These guys, have you turned yourself into eagles?"

Uther muttered as she swung her sword and chopped off the head of a hawk-headed troll; The enemy quickly fell to the ground, and a huge harrier eagle flew out of his corpse, soaring into the night sky, before swooping down towards the Knights of the Silver Hand's position.

"These guys are really weird, I don't know what will happen to His Royal Highness Prince Arthas...... I'm afraid we won't be able to muster manpower here, so we can only hope that Danas's side can end the battle as soon as possible and help His Royal Highness Prince Arthas. ”

Alexandros Mograini spoke loudly to Uther as he fought his way to the enemy.

"I hope so......"

Uther had the same thoughts in his mind as Mograine.

In this expedition, Uther and Mograine brought a total of three thousand paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand to the Land of Spirits, which is undoubtedly an extremely strong military force, but in the face of the enemy at this time, they are not easy.

Thousands of fully emboldened trolls are frantically storming the Knights of the Silver Hand's defenses, and with every enemy they kill, a Harrier Eagle rises up from the sky and attacks them from above.

If it weren't for the Paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand who could heal their injuries, their defenses would have been overwhelmed by these crazy eagle-headed trolls, and it would have been wishful thinking to devote some of their forces to support the frontal battlefield where Arthas is located.

So, what is the current situation of Prince Danas, who was pinned on by Uther and Alessandros Mograini?

"What kind of monster is this?"

Ricks held his spear and the guard was at Danas Thorbain's side, a look of surprise on his face.

"Dragon Eagle, this is Dragon Eagle. Strange, haven't you heard that trolls can train dragon eagles to fight for them? ”

Prince Danas had confusion in his eyes, but he drew his two-handed sword and stood firm against his enemy.

In front of the impenetrable sword and shield formation of the militia of Fort Riptide, thousands of huge creatures were floating in the air.

Huge tendons connect to membranous wings that are scattered like butterflies on either side of the body, an eagle-like head is small and flexible, and two feathered whiskers hang from the pointed jaws.

Huge tail feathers held the balance of their entire bodies behind them, and these fiery red creatures raised their spines and floated proudly above the Fort Riptide formation.

The dragon eagle is a flying creature distributed throughout Quel'Thalas, and the High Elves have tamed them in the same way that humans and dwarves have tamed griffons, allowing them to be used as vehicles.

Although the Ghost Lands and Quel'Salas are not far apart, it was the first time that Prince Danas knew that the original troll camp also had the help of Dragon Eagle.

"Don't let these brutes get through here!"

Prince Danas shouted loudly, directing his men to seal off the path of the dragon eagles.

However, dragon eagles can fly after all, and Prince Danas knows that if these dragon eagles fly directly above his army, he will have no choice but to watch them attack Arthas's army.

Luckily, the dragon eagles didn't do that, and they stared at Prince Danas's army for a moment before attacking them.

As soon as Prince Danas breathed a sigh of relief, he realized that this was not a lucky thing for his soldiers.

Growing up in the Arathi Heights, Prince Danas had never seen a living dragon eagle and didn't know what kind of attack these guys would use.

But now he knew that the dragon eagle, like the dragon, could breathe fire.

Hundreds of pillars of fire erupted from the tiny mouths of those dragon eagles and bombarded the round shields held by the militiamen of Fort Riptide.

"Ahh

There was a scream, and dozens of Riptide militia threw away their red-hot shields, their arms already badly burned.

"Prepare to throw a spear!"

Prince Danas frowned, but at such a time, he did not have the energy to feel sorry for his subordinates, and he was not in danger, which was the quality that a commander must have.

"Prepare to throw a spear, prepare to throw a spear! Archers ready! Archers ready! ”

Ricks loudly passed on Prince Danas's orders, and under the loud shouts of nearly a hundred heralds, the military formation, which had been slightly chaotic because of the flames, became stable.

The wounded Fort Riptide militia quickly moved to the back of the line along the narrow passage made by their companions, and the other soldiers filled the gaps they had left behind.