"Don't think you can escape me!" Kurdran Wildhammer roared. "Damned murlocs!"
He had already raised the Black Iron Ball in his hand.
The Iron Ball traced a beautiful arc, then crashed into the crowd of murlocs...
A world-shattering explosion rang out, blasting apart the center of the crowd and sending nearly cooked murloc flesh flying.
At least fifty murlocs died to the bomb in Kurdran's hand.
"Ha! You dared steal a Wildhammer ship? You were asking for death!" Kurdran shouted smugly.
"Kill them all! Leave none alive!"
"Wait, Kurdran!" A black raven flew up beside the dwarf's gryphon, calling out loudly.
"Huh, Karin..." Kurdran froze, then hurriedly ordered, "Everyone, hold on! Disregard that last order."
"What is it, Karin?" He turned back and asked the raven.
"Let these murlocs go..." Karin said calmly. "We'll follow them and find their lair!"
A look of sudden understanding appeared on the dwarf's face. "Ah, you're the clever one, Karin..."
He raised his voice and ordered, "No one attacks! Fly higher and follow these murlocs without being seen..."
Murlocs had poor eyesight outside the water; besides, with their intelligence, they could not guess what the dwarves overhead intended to do.
They fled in panic, escaping into their lair...
"So this is where those damned things live!" A smile appeared at the corner of Kurdran's mouth. "Karin, are you planning to..."
"Raze this place!" Karin's order was simple and brutal.
"Switch gear, lads!" Kurdran ordered, replacing his Iron Ball with a Wooden Barrel.
One gryphon after another swooped down, pouring thick liquid into the murlocs' lair or around it.
By the time the last gryphon finished, the raven in the sky had changed back into an Elf Mage and raised Atiesh in his hand.
"Everyone, fall back!" Kurdran's loud order rang out, and all