Chapter 345: Dear, Would You Like to Join the Alliance?

"Seventh squad is under attack."

"Morall and Sigvaf are done for. Damn it, Alpin and Ratting were knocked off their gryphons."

"God, those greenskins are slaughtering them!"

Dire news came from all directions.

The hunters had become the hunted.

The enemy clearly had a plan. They successfully used the new greenskins as bait, attracting the attention of the Wildhammer gryphon riders and temporarily neutralizing the Wildhammer dwarves' strongest force.

The moment Kurdran saw the greenskins rushing out from all corners of the forest, almost to the point of covering the entire mountain, he finally realized the severity of the situation.

"Damn it," Kurdran roared. "They've allied with the trolls, greenskin with greenskin!"

Lieutenant Emhar cried out in despair, "What do we do? There are too many of them, at least thirty thousand warriors. Aerie Peak can't withstand this level of attack. We'll be done for in a week at most."

A week?

Looking at the fearsome greenskins who were not afraid to fight the gryphons on the ground, and the greenskins who, even if they were the last ones standing, bravely charged forward with their hammers, Kurdran—the King of the Wildhammer—finally had a clear understanding.

"We must find help, and fast, or these greenskins will swarm us and tear down the eagle head of Aerie Peak!"

As Kurdran finished speaking, a group of gryphon riders he had never seen before entered the airspace.

They were definitely not Wildhammer gryphons.

The Wildhammer dwarves saw gryphons as friends and, aside from the necessary saddles for riding, would not put anything else on them. But the gryphons that had flown in not only had larger humanoid figures on them, but also a series of small flags with emblems tied to the reins around their necks.

"Human gryphons?"

The way the Wildhammer dwarves used gryphons was vastly different from humans. Humans had never found an effective long-range attack method in high winds. The effects of both bows and crossbows were very poor. Humans even tried to equip gryphon riders with an eight-meter-long lance, such as the Kingdom of Lordaeron did at one point in time.

A lance would be a death sentence, and to hit a target, the gryphon would have to fly at a low altitude.

Fortunately, Kurdran saw that these human gryphon riders were equipped with javelins.

"Uh, maybe they'll be of some use," the King of the Wildhammer irresponsibly commented.

The humans clearly meant no harm. They waved their hands to show they were not prepared to throw their ranged weapons.

Looking at the deteriorating situation below, Kurdran signaled his men to fly higher while moving closer to see why the human gryphon riders had come to this godforsaken place in Hinterlands.

Kurdran immediately saw the leading pair.

A female elf ranger sat in front, and a human mage held her waist from behind, controlling the gryphon with the reins.

"My god, this is a battlefield, not a good place for a picnic. If you're here for a tryst, please leave the airspace of Aerie Peak immediately." Kurdran's loud voice caused a burst of laughter from the human riders.

Clearly, the golden elf ranger was bristling like a cat.

"Damn it, Duke, explain to that pig-headed dwarf, or I'll have your head." The elf ranger didn't bother to converse, she simply used her long legs to tightly grip the gryphon's neck, and with a determined posture, she drew her bow.

Not just any shot, but a triple shot, where three arrows were held between her index, middle, ring, and little fingers.

You should know, each additional arrow doubles the difficulty of the shot.

This was four times the difficulty of a normal shot.

Riding and shooting doubles that.

Shooting while riding a high-flying gryphon doubles it again!

Not to mention, they were at least two hundred meters above the ground. The targets were barely visible. If we're talking about difficulty, this long-range shot doubles it again.

Could a human even make such a thirty-two times difficult shot?

Kurdran was the first to disbelieve, "Please, stop playing. We're in a war."

"Yes! And it's because we're here to help you fight the orcs that the top two killers of the Alliance have come to assist."

Orcs, is that what they call those hulking greenskins? Well, it's a fitting name.

But what the hell is a killer list?

Just as he was about to retort, Kurdran suddenly saw the arrows the elf ranger had just shot.

They were unimaginably swift.

The light green arrows seemed to float out with the wind at first, giving no sense of being 'shot'. Only a few seconds later did Kurdran realize in shock that the arrows were accelerating with the wind. Faster and faster, sharper and sharper.

If the initial speed was crawling, then the final speed was simply flying.

Every dwarf rider around Kurdran saw a group of orcs nearby, suddenly three of them were hit by something and abruptly fell dead on the ground, a bright red spreading from their throats.

In just five seconds, the elf ranger had completed five rapid consecutive shots. The orc squad below was completely wiped out.

Kurdran was dumbfounded, not even noticing the wind rushing into his open mouth.

"Alright, I've seen the first killer. Where's the second?"

The next moment, over a hundred hands made of arcane energy appeared in the void, and a full hundred blue, white, and red magic missiles shot into the forest.

Within three seconds, a chorus of screams came from below.

Clearly, over a hundred orcs were done for.

"Hello, dear Kurdran Wildhammer, allow me to introduce myself. I am Duke Markus, the Deputy Commander of the Lordaeron Alliance and the first on the orc killer list, sent by your distant cousin Magni Bronzebeard to assist you."

Kurdran and the other Wildhammer dwarves were all taken aback.

They had seen strong, but never this strong.

If the elf ranger's archery could still be considered within the realm of imagination, then what this Duke mage did completely surpassed human conception.

Anyone who mastered these skills could be called a master, but to do all this on a battlefield was simply inhuman.

Even if Kurdran didn't want to admit it from the bottom of his heart, Magni had indeed found him a good helper.

But this small group of people wasn't enough!

There were at least tens of thousands of greenskins below, no matter how strong this pair of men and women were, how many could they kill?

"I have to admit, you've picked a very good time to come, just tell me, what do the Wildhammer dwarves need to do?"

"I regret to inform you that the goal of these orcs is to conquer all the intelligent races of the Azeroth world, so, for the future of the Wildhammer dwarves, I formally invite you to join the Alliance."