The Allied Forces' ground troops headed to Stratholme, preparing to travel by sea to Southshore.
The Wildhammer Dwarves' Gryphon Riders had no such trouble.
After eating and drinking their fill in Quel'Thalas, they returned along the mountains the Horde army had come through.
Along the way, they looked for any stragglers from the Horde army.
Although the orcs and forest trolls were fierce and brave, deserters did occasionally appear among them.
To the Gryphon Riders, these shameful deserters without any sense of honor were a rare source of entertainment on their journey.
Watching them cheer as they flew into the sky, Herad felt deeply envious.
Flying was definitely a delightful thing!
When the Dragon Aspect had wanted to transform him into a drakonid earlier, he had actually been tempted.
If drakonid transformations had a high success rate, he would certainly have agreed.
Drakonids were so powerful, could fly in the sky, and could switch between humanoid and drakonid forms.
Only a fool would refuse something so good, safe, and free of side effects!
But if there were risks involved, the cautious Herad truly did not dare accept.
Who wanted to become a winged lizardman forever?
Seeing her adopted son gaze after the departing Gryphon Riders, Lireesa Windrunner soon guessed what he was thinking.
Those dwarves riding gryphons were much shorter than high elves.
But their bodies were so stocky that they looked like wine barrels.
Their arms were even more exaggerated, thicker than a high elf's thighs!
Judging by the depth of the footprints these fellows left in the ground, they weighed far more than high elves.
Yet the gryphons could easily carry them into the air.
At that thought, even Lireesa Windrunner began to feel envy and jealousy.
The high elves' dragonhawks could also carry people in flight.
But