Chapter 420: Desperate Blade of the Ice Storm

Compared to the one-sided situation in the palace, the sky battlefield had already heated up. Apart from Kurdran's initial surprise attack that took out a batch of red dragons, the rest was a bloody, no-holds-barred fight.

The sky was filled with Wildhammer dwarf gryphon riders and red dragon riders, with a small number of human gryphon riders only participating on the periphery, besieging injured and isolated red dragons.

Overall, the situation was unfavorable for the Alliance.

The main issue was the difference in individual strength.

Gryphons were strong, but that was only in comparison to humans and orcs.

When facing red dragons, gryphons were almost completely suppressed in all aspects—speed, strength, defense, vitality. Only in agility could the gryphons have a slight advantage.

Despite Kurdran's attempts to compensate for the lack of combat power with tactics, such as having one gryphon lure the enemy while two others attacked from behind, killing the dragon's orc rider first and then dealing with the red dragon, the overall situation still looked precarious.

However, with good cooperation and cover, allowing injured gryphons to retreat quickly, the situation was barely maintained.

Kurdran didn't know how to win, and most of the Wildhammer dwarves were only supporting themselves with a surge of blood. Originally, Kurdran didn't think much of Duke's plan, but since Duke had moved that person, he might as well believe it.

"Duke! You bastard! If the Wildhammer Gryphon Legion falls here today, even if you hide at the end of hell, I will drag you out and beat you to death!"

"Don't worry! Calm down!" Duke said in the magic message.

"Damn it—I must be crazy!" Kurdran muttered, but his actions were decisive. He put away his Storm Hammer, held the reins with one hand, and blew the horn with the other.

"Woo woo—woo—" The distant and heroic horn sound attracted the attention of all the Wildhammer dwarf knights.

At this moment, the sun suddenly broke through the thick clouds, as if responding to the call of the Lord of the Wildhammer. The white wings of countless gryphons shone with a golden glow in the sunlight. They quickly shook off their opponents, began to converge in the middle of the battlefield, and started to assemble.

But every Wildhammer knight was dumbfounded, the next horn signal was... to descend?

A short questioning horn sound was passed to Kurdran!

The reply was still 'descend'!

The Wildhammer dwarves were confused. Descending at this time would expose their backs to the red dragons. And being so dense, if the red dragons came over with a dragon breath, that would be...

Oh, oh, oh! Even if our king says to roast our gryphon friends, we don't have to do it like this, do we?

The Wildhammer dwarves were almost in tears!

But there was no way out. Sensing the assembly of the gryphons, the red dragons had automatically climbed to occupy the high altitude, then descended to a lower height, and began to launch a dive attack on the location where the large group of gryphons was.

"Descend! If you don't want to die, get down to the palace lawn!" Kurdran had the messenger repeatedly urge with the horn, while he himself was waving his arms vigorously, calling for his men to descend!

No matter!

Let's die!

The Wildhammer dwarf knights gritted their teeth, cursing Kurdran, cursing the bastard who came up with this idea and his ancestors for eighteen generations, and let the gryphons descend rapidly.

Above their heads, the huge red dragon army also completed its assembly. The terrifying dragon roars from nearly three hundred dragons formed a tsunami of sound, echoing throughout the clear sky.

The dwarf knights turned their heads and saw the sky-covering scene as if they were all under a spell, stuck on the back of the gryphons and motionless. The look in their eyes as they looked up at the sky was full of despair. They were almost collapsing. If it weren't for the fact that they had tied themselves tightly to the gryphons to avoid being thrown off in the intense air battle, the dwarves would have fallen like raindrops by now.

A miracle happened!

Almost at the moment of descending to a height of a hundred meters, every dwarf felt a change in the situation.

They passed through a thin, almost invisible membrane. It was freezing and chilling, and almost every gryphon and its rider shivered.

Was this...

A mage's ice shield?

They guessed right!

Almost at the moment the last gryphon passed through the shield, about thirty dragon breaths fell on the huge ice shield.

The fierce dragon breath fell on the semi-transparent ice shield, immediately making a "sizzle!" sound. It was the clash of heat and cold. The flames evaporated the moisture on the shield, and the cold in turn neutralized the invasion of the heat.

How powerful!

Which Sunreaver mage had arrived? Or was this the magic defense system of the Alterac Palace?

The dwarves who had started to descend left the descent to the gryphons, and they stared blankly at the half-spherical light shield that looked like a freshly peeled egg under the bombardment of dragon breath, flickering non-stop, as if it would collapse at any time, as if death's flames would descend on their heads at any moment.

However, this situation did not occur, it didn't even deform, only the ice slag floating on the shield became more dense.

At this time, more than one Wildhammer dwarf saw Duke standing at the highest point of the castle where the palace was located.

This deputy commander of the Alliance, always known as the miracle man, at this moment, was like a god descending from heaven. Around him, dozens of huge snowflakes were swirling and coiling. Each hexagonal snowflake was as big as a basin, revolving around him in the air on a specific trajectory.

"Thank you for your support, Kurdran! Leave the rest to me, Duke!" Duke shouted in a very pretentious manner.

The next second, Duke stretched out his five fingers with a cold face, and the blue and white magic light rose from under his feet, making Duke's face snow-white.

From the perspective of the red dragon riders, there was a huge magic circle with a diameter of thirty meters around Duke.

Zuluhed, who was commanding from the air, changed his face and shouted, "No good! Run!"

"Running now, isn't it too late?" Duke sneered.

A huge storm quickly formed at Duke's feet, spreading rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the diameter of the storm exceeded three hundred meters.

The gryphons were so scared that they screamed non-stop, shivering under the awe-inspiring power caused by this magic. But soon they found that they were already standing in the safest eye of the tornado. There was nothing here, but not far away, the icy wind carrying chunks of ice crystals was spinning non-stop.

With the rotation and the addition of a large amount of icy breath, these ice crystals quickly turned into large round thin slices, and the sharp edges shone with

a chilling light in the sunlight.

"Run! Run fast!" Zuluhed in the high sky let the giant dragon under his crotch climb up without caring about his life, while calling his men. Unfortunately, it was too late.

A thick layer of frost had already formed on the surface of the dragon wings. Although the dragons were not afraid of low temperatures, this was enough to rapidly decrease the frequency of their wing flapping, greatly reducing their climbing speed.

The next moment, it seemed as if all the air had been sucked away, and the dragons and their riders screamed and fell together. What awaited them was a constantly spinning, like a meat grinder, huge ice blade tornado...