A square in Dalaran had been temporarily converted into an enormous gryphon roost.
All the Wildhammer Tribe's Gryphon Riders were concealed within...
Their leader, Kurdran Wildhammer, stood at the edge of the square's platform, gazing into the distance.
A gryphon came rushing over, and the dwarf scout riding it jumped down.
"My lord, we did it!" the dwarf scout said excitedly.
"What? You mean those dragons have appeared?" Kurdran frowned and hurriedly questioned the dwarf scout.
"Yes, my lord! Staying here really was the right decision!" the scout said with some excitement.
"Of course it was!" Kurdran said proudly. "My friend Karin came up with this plan. Just wait. We'll give those dragons what's coming to them soon enough... Oh, right, how many dragons were there?"
"About... twenty, I think!" the dwarf scout answered.
"Why so few?" Kurdran could not help frowning. "Something's not quite right! Wait, did the orcs discover you?"
"Definitely not!" the dwarf said firmly. "I spotted the dragons from far away, watched them for a moment, then flew back close to the ground. We're so small, the orcs couldn't possibly have noticed us!"
"Lord Kurdran!" A mage wearing a violet Dalaran war robe suddenly burst into the Gryphon Riders' camp.
"What is it, wizard?" Kurdran asked hurriedly.
"Orders from His Excellency Karin! You must not launch an attack before you see the signal!" the mage hastily called out.
"It seems Karin and I are thinking alike." A glint of satisfaction flashed in Kurdran's eyes. "All right, lads, conserve your strength. Let those dragons strut around for a while... We'll give them what's coming to them soon enough!"
Dragonmaw Clan Warlord Zaela, leading her Red Dragon Riders, had already caught sight of the human city on the little island.
That city shone with violet radiance, so