Chapter 341: Let Me Take You to the Skies

The creatures below, although they had green skin similar to the detestable forest trolls, walked on the ground instead of skimming over the branches.

As a creature with a knowledge of the forest almost equal to that of the elves, their steps were too heavy, too careless. It should be said, these creatures didn't seem to care about concealing their tracks.

When they crossed an open area, Kurdran saw them clearly. They had bodies taller and more robust than humans, with muscles as sturdy as an elephant's long legs.

They were either carrying or shouldering super-heavy weapons like giant axes and hammers. Whatever these creatures were, they were preparing for a war.

"Damn green-skinned monsters. They're really ugly!"

Kurdran pulled back on the reins, tilting Sky'ree's head back, signaling the gryphon to ascend.

Sky'ree, with its long golden tail, spread its massive wings and flapped them hard a few times, stirring up a gust of wind and climbing back into the sky.

There, Frandis and the other gryphon riders were circling, waiting for their king.

Kurdran guided Sky'ree into the flying formation.

"Let's go!" Kurdran called out, and the entire squadron of gryphon riders began to fly at high speed.

The howling wind whistled in his ears, and all the scenery in his field of vision was rapidly receding. The strong wind had blown his well-combed beard and hair to the side, pulling at his chin. Years of flying had made his skin rough, full of the taste of weathering.

Even so, he and his men were still immersed in the exhilarating sensation of soaring free from gravity.

Flying.

This was even more thrilling than drifting through the three consecutive hairpin bends of Akina Mountain!

After a period of high-speed flight, a giant eagle-shaped stone sculpture was majestically overlooking the land of Hinterlands from west to east.

That was the home of him and all the Wildhammer dwarves - Aerie Peak.

Since the terrible War of the Three Hammers, the dwarves had split.

Although they had no significant conflict with their Bronzebeard brothers, they chose not to live under others' roofs, crossed the vast strait, traversed the Arathi Highlands, and came to Aerie Peak.

Here, they became close friends with the gryphon tribes that lived here. Soaring in the sky with their gryphon friends always brought them pride and joy.

Unfortunately, this flight did not bring Kurdran any good mood.

The trolls attacked, bringing a large group of despicable and rude humanoid races.

"Everyone gather, unless you want to see those green-skinned monsters stroll through our land! Have a bonfire party on our land with the bodies of our people!" Kurdran roared with his thunderous voice.

In no time, the whole Aerie Peak was awakened.

"Get ready for battle, lads, we're going to let those green-skinned monsters know that they're not welcome in Hinterlands." Kurdran waved his warhammer.

Half a day later, the Stormwind army marching in the northeastern part of Hillsbrad Foothills received the relevant news. After completing the handover, King Llane returned to Southshore, co-defending Southshore with Bolvar.

The commander of this army was naturally Duke.

"Are you sure they've allied, not just passing by?" Sylvanas asked a night elf ranger anxiously. With only one combat group left, these night elf rangers were not enough to form a combat force, all were sent by the Banshee Queen to scout.

The scout's report made Sylvanas very worried. If the trolls and orcs really became allies, this would further confirm Duke's speculation. Even if Duke had sent Alleria and the Windrunner family's elites back early for this, it would still cause a lot of trouble.

The ranger answered indignantly, "I'm absolutely sure! I heard their conversation. Those damn trolls and orcs were communicating in a broken Common language. To make each other understand, every sentence they said was a roar, and it was clear that they had reached some kind of offensive and defensive alliance."

The elf showed strong concern, the same concern as the Banshee Queen: "They are preparing to attack Aerie Peak, and then head to Quel'Thalas."

Quel'Thalas is the home of the high elves.

Just as the citizens of Stormwind hate the orcs who have killed countless Stormwind citizens, the elves also hate the trolls.

Over the dispute about the forest, for thousands of years, too much blood has been shed between each other. Their hatred has already melted into the blood-soaked forest land, so thick that it can't be dissolved.

If the trolls join the Horde, then obviously, to thank their new allies, the Horde's spearhead will directly point to Quel'Thalas.

Sylvanas turned to look at Duke, the playful, competitive, and indifferent aura that had been wrapped around her had long since disappeared, all the momentum formed a clear field, as if even the clock of the moment to kill the trolls was frozen by her war intent.

Sylvanas's ability to switch her momentum at any time and place, at will, made Duke feel untimely admiration - well, the Banshee Queen has both the liveliness of the Windrunners and the cold and calm demeanor of a great Marshal. This kind of superwoman who can perfectly integrate two different temperaments, he really didn't know who could conquer her.

In Duke's memory, until very late, there was no memory of Sylvanas, who became the Queen of the Forsaken, having any romantic entanglements with anyone. And the later it got, the more... extreme the Banshee Queen became.

Well, let's not think about that for now.

What really changed the situation of the Alliance, that was already the matter of the Third War of the Dark Portal.

Duke shook his head, driving those thoughts that didn't fit the current situation out of his mind.

"The situation has changed a lot. Since the trolls are likely to join the Horde, we need to quickly inform the Wildhammer dwarves not to fight with the Horde in advance." Duke turned his head and looked at Windsor: "Reginald, you take the main force and that thing, and come as soon as possible."

Windsor nodded.

Duke then looked at Bolvar Fordragon: " Bolvar."

"Speed up the march? I understand."

Duke blinked: "I need you to enter the battlefield at an appropriate time. Specifically, I will let Jandice inform you through magical communication."

Marshal Bolvar and Jandice nodded.

Finally, Duke looked back at the anxious Sylvanas: "Since you're so anxious, then... fly with me?"

Looking at the gryphon riders leading two robust gryphons, Sylvanas took a while to squeeze out a sentence: "I don't know any riding skills."

"Scared?" Duke's eyes widened.