A red dragon appeared before Kurdran Wildhammer.
Though the dragon was enormous, its expression was unusually young.
This was not a red dragon that had grown naturally.
At the same time, Kurdran noticed that the red dragon's eyes were beginning to turn a strange red... It also opened its great mouth, revealing sharp teeth and a blood-red tongue.
"Faland..." Kurdran's eyes grew moist.
He suddenly remembered that Gryphon Rider, that quiet young dwarf with such superb riding skills... Three months ago, above the forests of Quel'Thalas, he had met his end in a dragon's belly just like this, eaten alive by a red dragon!
"Die!" Kurdran roared hysterically, hurling the Iron Ball in his hand with all his strength.
Skare had long since received ample training. The instant the Iron Ball left his hand, the gryphon hastily turned away from its path...
Dwarves were strong, and Kurdran's aim was excellent... The Iron Ball struck the dragon's tongue with perfect accuracy and, like Faland before it, was swallowed into the dragon's belly.
Two seconds later, a muffled explosion rang out.
"Aaaoo..." The dragon let out an agonized wail. The red light had vanished from its eyes, and blood poured from every opening in its body.
Like a kite with its string cut, it fell toward Lake Lordamere below, along with the orc on its back...
Hearing that scream, Kurdran's eyes held no sympathy at all. Instead, they were filled with excitement!
"That's it!" He stroked Skare's head, then roared at the Wildhammer Dwarves behind him, "Did you all see that? That's how it's done... Avenge our kin who fell in Quel'Thalas!"
Over two hundred gryphons had already surrounded the red dragons in their preassigned formations...
Explosions rang out without pause. Perhaps a single explosive like this could not inflict a fatal