Escorted by the Air Elemental, Herad silently reached the outskirts of Southshore.
Without the wolf riders sounding their horns in warning, the sentries posted on the walls never noticed the little white speck moving in the distance.
After surveying the surrounding terrain, Herad entered the forest outside Southshore.
The trees in the forest were sparse because humans frequently cut them down.
The forest was also a considerable distance from the walls.
But Herad was not planning to use the forest as cover to attack the town.
He only wanted to get close to those three hulking figures wreathed in fel fire.
Just as he came within four or five hundred meters of the Infernals, a piercing eagle cry rang through the sky.
In the clear blue sky, hundreds of soaring Gryphons formed a dark cloud, rapidly approaching the unsuspecting Southshore.
By the time the Orcs in Southshore reacted, the Wildhammer Dwarves on the Gryphons' backs had already dropped their small aerial bombs.
These small aerial bombs all weighed the standard fifty kilograms, and their explosive power was not particularly great.
But they were more than enough to carpet-bomb Southshore!
The small aerial bombs rained down in a dense barrage, almost completely engulfing Southshore in flames, smoke, and dust.
Even with the Orcs' remarkable vitality, their losses were bound to be considerable!
After dropping the small aerial bombs they carried, most of the Gryphons left the battlefield.
The Wildhammer Dwarves riding these Gryphons were not qualified Gryphon Riders.
After obtaining this batch of small aerial bombs, King Falstad had brought them in at short notice to make up the numbers.
They were not proper combat units, so they felt no pressure about flying in, dropping their bombs, and leaving.
As hundreds of Gryphons left the battlefield, the sky over Southshore immediately