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"Drunk: You feel dizzy...... The world is spinning."

"That's bad luck...... Before he could start work, he was half-killed by the dwarves...... Hopefully there won't be a drunken verdict here! ”

6 Tak watched his increasing debuff and buried his head deep in the snow of Kazmodan to resist the growing feeling of vertigo.

As long as they don't do anything harmful to them, the arrogance of the dwarves is unbearable for any "human" - this is especially evident in the spirit of liquor.

Perhaps because they had participated in the battle together, the canners in the tavern were particularly diligent in raising their glasses, and even Lola was poured a lot of fierce liquor and shrunk under the table unconscious.

Which of the four irons comes from?

Carried guns together, threw across the river together, piao together......

(Hopefully there's no hangover in the game.) ）”

……

"Hey! It's not okay, it's not what we say! Those dragonthroat orcs are clearly trying to escape, we should chase them all right away!" ”

By the time the alcohol wore off, 6 heard what appeared to be a lot of noise in the tavern.

Inside the tavern, Morlock and Furstad were arguing with another man half an inch taller than them, and the end result was a bitter end.

"Is there anyone else who would dare to join me in directly attacking those dragon-throated greenskins who are fleeing with their tails between their legs? Rest assured, I guarantee that they will only be the ones who will be scared to pee their pants...... They are nothing without the Red Dragon! ”

Everywhere Furstad's gaze swept, many of the dwarves hung their heads, but none of them responded.

"What's the situation?"

6 Tak whispered to the mage who was cowering in the corner.

"It's as if they disagree on the direction of their attack on the orcs."

Lola, who was holding the astonishingly large staff, also replied in a low voice. Then he explained a little bit to 6 De.

Aerial reconnaissance showed that the scope and intensity of the Dragon's Throat Clan's activities had increased significantly. But from Furstad's point of view, this was not a sign of an all-out attack by the orcs, but a final death throe.

It's a pity that one of the guys in charge of commanding the griffins didn't think so, and he preferred to be safe, slowly depleting the orcs' forces, and then using an air-ground attack to completely clear the orcs from Grimbaatar.

"It's unreasonable!"

After spitting hard to the side, Furstad turned around angrily and left in front of the other party, but his eyes lit up a few times when he saw 6 and Lola at the door.

"Friends, come this way! We don't know like idiots! ”

The dwarf's large iron pincer-like hands made 6 Tak completely defenseless. can only be passively dragged away.

As for Lola, how much power can you expect her to have as a mage?

At least 6 Tak had seen her secretly unleash a mage's exclusive levitation spell on the staff—the hedron was no less heavy than a one-handed sword.

"That idiot must have drunk too much milk and ended up making himself as soft as a cow! Every dragon of the orcs has been memorized by me, they have fewer and fewer new wyverns lately, and the warriors are not very experienced, and it will not be long before they will not be able to fly at all! ”

Within a few steps of the tavern, Furstad snorted disdainfully and grabbed his arms, which were thicker than the others' thighs. He doesn't seem to care at all that his words are heard by the people inside.

"Do you mean there's something wrong with the Red Dragon?"

Maybe that's good news for the dwarves, but not for 6 Tak.

Dragons are oviparous, and the absence of newborn baby dragons means that something must have gone wrong in the area where they can produce baby dragons - in other words, it could be a harbinger of the end of the Red Dragon Queen.

"Hah! Maybe that dragon can't lay too many eggs, and of course it's possible that those male dragons can't do it. Who knows? Anyway, I know very well that the orcs don't have much time to jump anymore! ”

"Furstad, if you want to do it yourself, when will you learn to be like everyone else?"

Morlock's voice didn't sound very pleasant.

"What? Do you doubt my courage and courage? Sue you for what they dare not do. I dare! ”

Furstad, who had been poked at the g-spot, jumped to his feet.

"Hey, you two. Do you dare to come out now? Let's go and beat those idiots out of the way, and then come back with a string of red dragon heads to show them off, isn't it! ”

"That sounds good...... I thought, if I can accomplish such a great feat, it should be you who stood on the opposite side just now, right? ”

"I'm not going to be that brainless, damn it! If I can have my own griffon training ground, I'll have to let them out to roam freely...... Dwarves don't need griffons and griffon knights who are as timid as rats! ”

Furstad tightened his belt.

"I'll use magic to help with the infiltration."

Somewhat unexpectedly, Lola actually responded in a very positive tone.

"Glad to serve you, ma'am!"

Morlock spoke gruffly, then led the three of them to their perch.

With the skill of the dwarves, the griffin leaps out of the snow-covered cliffs of Kazmodan and uses the power of the wind to turn to the ascending trade winds of Grimbaatar.

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Perhaps to verify Furstad's judgment, not to mention the red dragon on the way from Lockmodan to the wetland, he didn't even see half a pile of dragon dung.

The orc troops on the ground used the throwing axes and throwing guns in their hands to attack a few times, but this kind of flying props that were insignificant could not even tickle the griffins - and Morlock and Furstad were also very cunning and hovering over the team, so the orc army had to face the various props they threw after more than ten seconds, and two guys were almost opened.

"That's it for the warm-up! Next thing we're going to do is the main meal! ”

Morlock motioned for 6 to look away from the armies below.

This is also something they have decided before:

Dragoons hunting orcs.

After all, the griffon's load capacity is limited, and it is difficult to carry too many weapons in the remaining load space after taking one more passenger, and the act of rushing directly is no different from suicide, only the guy with a bad head will consider it.

"Is this how you usually attract orc dragoons when you fight them?"

Due to the relationship between the air flow and the helmet, even if the distance between 6 and Morlock is only 30 centimeters, they must communicate with each other by shouting.

Maybe that's why the dwarves are all loud voices.

"Don't worry, even if they don't come out, we'll force them out...... Look, here comes the one who sent him to death! ”

In the direction of the dwarf's finger, two dark red figures spun out from behind the mountain, flapping their wings and charging at the hovering griffin.

"Be the spoils of my room, you stink lizards!"

Morlock spat heavily into the palm of his hand, clutching the warhammer hanging from the edge of the saddle in his hand, and his other hand unconsciously slid over his waist.

Before taking off, 6 De saw that this guy had sneaked several trumpet war hammers out of his arsenal and stuck them there, waiting for a few hard blows to the orcs when they were in close combat.

"Morlock! Get out of the way below! ”

Behind them, the tip of the staff in the hand of a robed figure was already aimed at the sky - although the mages who were usually attached did not have such a high level of anti-air ability, but ......

Ne Cruise? Skull Crusher.

It wasn't a crappy mage who attacked them, but an orc warlock powerful enough to be knighted.

A purple-black light flashed, shooting a bowl-sized corrosive mark on the edge of the griffin's wings.

"Damn it!"

Morlock had to make an emergency turn to complete the evasion maneuver and signal to Furstad "Beware of the Magician".

"We—now we have to—urgently6!"

The griffon, who had lost its mobility, was a snack in front of the red dragons, and both sides knew this, and the two red dragons and their riders almost immediately turned their attention to Morlock, but Furstad's diligent attack from the flanks dragged them firmly in place.

If the orcs didn't want to eat the Storm Hammer in their backs, they would have to kill Furstad before turning to the half-crippled griffin.

That's exactly what they did—after all, this was close to Grimbaatar, and any patrol down there should be capable of taking out the fallen guy......

As for whether there is one person or two people on the griffin, what does it matter?