The Gryphon Riders and Dragonhawk Riders swept across the skies above the Great Sea.
Dwarves and High Elves alike could clearly hear the thunderous cannon fire in the distance...
They could also imagine the carnage unfolding there.
The sound of cannon fire gradually faded, and calm slowly returned to the sea...
A black raven flew ahead of the gryphons and dragonhawks, his eyes filled with anxiety.
Dozens of minutes later, they finally reached the waters where the battle had broken out.
The devastation before them was enough to bring tears to even the bravest warrior's eyes!
Dragon corpses floated across the sea in disarray.
The scales of every one of these red dragons had been almost entirely blackened by burning gunpowder.
Karin counted silently. There were seven red dragon corpses here, meaning at least seven red dragons had perished in these waters... for other bodies might have drifted away with the currents or been taken away by the Horde fleet.
But even more shocking than the dragon corpses were the countless emerald-green wrecks.
The naval fleet of Kul Tiras, the "Invincible Fleet" that had once ruled the Great Sea.
It had once possessed over a hundred warships, thousands of cannons, and tens of thousands of sailors and soldiers...
Yet now, they had all perished here. They had all fought to the very last moment.
Karin saw that the fleet's largest and most powerful flagship, the Tiragarde, had been brutally torn in half by a dragon, and both halves of its hull floated helplessly on the sea.
"Those damned monsters!" Kurdran Wildhammer muttered, clutching the feathers of his gryphon, Skare.
Beneath the setting sun, the seawater seemed almost stained red with blood. Apart from the beating wings of the gryphons and dragonhawks, there were only faint groans rising from the