Historical Muladin, his younger brother Brian Bronzebeard, created an organization called the Explorer Society.

Later, a Muladin's adventure brought him to the snowy hell of Northrend. There, he began to search for a curse sword called Frost and Sorrow. However, he was surrounded by a large number of undead troops and forced to retreat. Under the fierce attack of the undead troops, he found himself rescued by his old friend Alsace.

In this way, Muladin followed Arthas step by step to a dead end. Even though he saw Arthas disobeying his father's orders and burning the departing ships, even if he saw Arthas first recruited local mercenaries to fight for him and then treacherously killed them, Muladin still refused to leave him.

Until Arthas officially fell, and the first offering of the peerless magic sword [Sadness of Frost] in Arthas's hand was Muladin's Bronzebeard.

If he hadn't met the wrong person, Muladin would have had a more brilliant achievement. He might have become a hero no less than his elder brother Magni, but ended up in resentment because of Arthas' betrayal.

Duke sighed quietly in his heart. He was unwilling to let these dwarves die. Moreover, the most critical piece of the puzzle in the plan was still missing.

Muladin was keen on war with orcs, but unfortunately after the dragon intervened, the war between the alliance and orcs became helplessly a very small thing.

Compared to Death Wings, Kazmodan's more than 100,000 orcs can't even be considered a fart.

Duke muttered in his heart: "Nesario, where is you bastard?"

Just as Duke was chanting, Duke suddenly felt two gazes. These two gazes gave Duke a very strange feeling. It was obviously like a casual eye, but it suddenly mutated.

Duke turned his head and couldn't see a strange existence. In the command, except for his five-man team, Muladin, and Farsted, who had just run to show his affection for Wenresa, was the captain of the griffin squadron sent by Kudland Wildhammer to his cousin Magney. Because griffin was not used in the battle to defend the city of Iron Fort, he ended up following Muladin.

For a moment, Duke almost suspected that his feelings were wrong.

But who is Duke?

The best time traveler after traveling through Azeroth, a disaster-ridden hell-level world.

Duke, who calls himself a veteran driver of hell!

Duke has always believed in his intuition because he firmly believed that the so-called intuition about danger is just the brain's judgment of dangerous situations. Perhaps he had not reacted rationally, but the brain had already determined that this was a dangerous situation and informed Duke in an intuitive way.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon!

Duke has plans.

"Falstead, are you familiar with the patrol lines of the Orc Dragoon?"

Falstead was happy to show his strength in front of Wenresa: "If it were still those brainless green skins who were directing the red dragon blindly, I might still be worried. Because you can never tell a fool what the rules are."

When he said this, the entire command center burst into laughter.

The commander of the orcs may be quite smart. Most of the orcs below are pure rash men. Dealing with such a guy is a headache for me and me.

Farsted's tone increased by octave: "But I found that the group of fools' green skins were fooled by the red dragon. Not every red dragon was willing to serve the green skins. Those red dragons specially made a patrol airspace that seemed rigorous but actually had flaws everywhere. As long as you are willing to believe me, I can take you all the way to the foot of Grembatot in the dark night with griffons."

This is the benefit of having the local leadership party.

If Kudland led his army directly in, eight out of ten would turn into a large-scale air battle.

The Wild Hammer Dwarf is not afraid of death, but Duke dares not be so spendthy.

Duke whistled: "It's really good. If you can escape the orc camp, then when you reach the foot of the mountain, I can take my team to use illusion to enter Grimbato directly."

Recalling the scene when Duke used wide-area illusion to deceive the red dragon in the sky, Muladin muttered: "Magic is really convenient. I also thought that to save the Red Dragon Queen, at least a group of elite knights and rangers would be needed to complete it."

Duke patted Muladin on the shoulder and turned to look at his squad: "Okay, vote, would you like to believe our Wildhammer brothers?"

"It doesn't matter." Gavin Rad, the melon-eating crowd, shrugged.

"I will obey your orders." Luo Ning lowered her head.

Marian frowned, but Wenresa said directly: "What if we accidentally encounter the Dragoon Patrol?"

Farsted proudly patted his chest: "If there are fewer than four red dragons, our Wildhammer Knights Squadron will tell the big lizards that this is the dwarf's territory!"

A griffin knight squadron has about 15 to 20 griffin knights. In fact, this is also a powerful force.

Seeing Wenresa's frowning, Farsted comforted: "Don't worry. If there is anything, we will give you and Mr. Paladin to the ground first."

Farsted gloriously ignored the three mages.

That's right, a mage who can't die if he falls down is right, is a hooligan.

In summer, a dark night without a moon is not easy to find.

Duke and his party stayed in Muladin's lair for three days before waiting for the weather they wanted. With anxiety, Winresa followed Falstead onto the griffin.

The griffin under her shouted at her companion next door, as if mocking her. There were two people sitting there. There was a light elf girl on his side, and the one next door was a heavily armed paladin man.

The griffin next door was obviously dark, and the dwarf knight had to make up a large piece of raw meat before taking off. Then the griffin brother flapped his wings and took off.

Obviously, either Farsted said the patrol route was wrong or they had run out of luck.

Although the moonlight was dark, two new spots in the distance attracted the attention of the griffin team. The two spots in the sky were constantly moving, growing bigger and bigger, and were rushing towards them.

"What are those?" Falstead leaned forward in the storm of high speed flight, turning his head to look at Wenresa behind him, knowing that the elf ranger had better night vision than him.

Wenresa's mouth was bitter: "In the name of Sun Well! Those are two dragons!"

At this moment, she hated the dwarf griffin knight in front of her.

I promised to sneak into the village and not shoot the gun?

Dragons, and there are two.

"Is it red?" Falstead asked unwillingly.

"Is this related? Dragons are dragons. Will there be other colors of dragons on this battlefield? They are rushing towards us at high speed!" Wen Leisha shouted. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!