In February of the fifth year of the Dark Portal, on Cross Island, where Dalaran stood, beside the shores of Lake Lordamere.
The last cold wind of winter swept down from the snowy peaks of Alterac, dispelling almost every trace of warmth... The entire shore of Lake Lordamere was already covered in boundless white snow!
"Fourth squad, form up!" a dwarf's ringing voice called out in the sky.
"Aim at the ground targets and attack!"
More than a dozen gryphons instantly swooped down from the sky, and snowballs struck the marked patches of snow one after another.
These snowballs, however, were not for playing "snowball fights." They were used for training by these dwarven Gryphon Riders from Aerie Peak!
"Very good!" Seeing that every snowball had hit its target, the dwarven lord Kurdran Wildhammer nodded in satisfaction.
"Fifth squad, your turn. Form up... Attack the aerial target!"
A dwarven Gryphon Rider played the enemy and flew past the gryphon squad... More than a dozen snowballs came flying at him, but this time, fewer than half hit their target!
"Damn it!" Kurdran cursed. "How can you hit targets on the ground so easily, but miss the ones in the air...? Put all the strength you gained drinking gryphon milk into it! Fifth squad, get ready again..."
"Don't give me that attitude! This is the training ground... On the battlefield, if your bombs failed to hit the enemy, you'd probably become dinner for those Horde red dragons in no time!"
His loud bellowing stopped abruptly, and Kurdran turned his gaze toward the ground.
A small figure had appeared in the snow, a human figure, and he was walking toward them!
"Damn it!" Kurdran muttered. "Didn't Karin say he'd sealed off the entire training ground for us...?"
Muttering to himself, Kurdran guided Skare