The corpse of a black dragon fell to the ground.
The mages surrounding it withdrew their spells and breathed sighs of relief.
"Looks like we've been discovered after all!" Khadgar frowned deeply and called out anxiously, "Karin, what should we do? That black dragon seemed to be sounding an alarm!"
Karin frowned as well. Although the group had been exceptionally careful, they had still given themselves away...
Fortunately, Grim Batol was already close at hand!
Now they could only hope that Deathwing, desperate to save his son, had already reached Blackrock Mountain... That way, even if he returned to Grim Batol at full speed, their group would still have enough time to act.
"Kurdran, do you know the layout of Grim Batol?" Karin asked hurriedly.
"Of course!" Kurdran Wildhammer answered without hesitation. "My ancestors lived in that city for thousands of years. I know every path in there by heart!"
"Then we'll be counting on you to guide us!" Karin said hurriedly.
"No problem. Leave it to me!"
The gryphons landed in a secluded corner of Grim Batol Peak.
"Are you sure this is an entrance, dwarf?" Khadgar asked curiously.
"Of course!" Kurdran said proudly. "The Wildhammer ancestors left several secret exits from our fortress. It looks like those orcs haven't discovered them!"
As he spoke, the dwarf moved aside several boulders, revealing an ancient tunnel before the group.
"All right, let me think... Ruin, Arugal, come here!" Karin ordered.
"What is it, Your Excellency Karin?" Although Karin's "strength" fell a little short of the two brown robes', they had never questioned this blue robe's leadership of the group.
"Take a few mages and the dwarf gryphon riders to attack Grim Batol's main gate!" Karin ordered.
"Hey, Karin... won't that expose us?" Kurdran immediately objected.
The two brown robes