"Counterattack!" Danath Trollbane roared in excitement.
He did not recognize the floating city in the sky, but he knew the dwarves' gryphons.
They were the wings of the Alliance, the air force of Aerie Peak.
Under Commander Trollbane's leadership, all the Alliance soldiers in Nethergarde Keep who could still fight charged down from the walls.
Amid the terrifying explosions, countless orc soldiers trembled.
But when the explosions ended and they raised their heads... what greeted them were the blades of the Alliance warriors.
One wounded orc after another was cut down...
"Leave some alive!" Khadgar's weak voice came from behind them.
The floating city descended near Nethergarde Keep, slowly lowering until it finally stopped about ten yards above the ground.
From time to time, dwarven gryphon riders flew back and landed on it again to reload their explosives.
"Who is it?" Khadgar looked curiously at the floating city overhead.
Dozens of siege ladders were thrown down, and one dwarf after another carrying a firearm climbed down from the floating city.
Were they... musketeers from Ironforge?
Khadgar could not help breathing a sigh of relief. With these fresh troops joining them, they could hold Nethergarde Keep even if the Horde returned.
After the musketeers came the Wildhammer gryphon riders. They landed on their gryphons, openly mocking the Bronzebeard dwarves climbing down the siege ladders.
"Well? Wasn't that impressive?" Kurdran Wildhammer clapped Bryan on the shoulder. "See what real fighting looks like?"
"Hmph!" Brann Bronzebeard merely snorted. "Don't get smug... let us at them, and the result would've been the same."
Seeing Kurdran's familiar figure, Khadgar immediately realized who had come.
He quickly scanned the sky for that familiar black raven.
"Karin, over here!" Khadgar took off his helmet and shouted excitedly.
The black raven heard his voice and quickly flew