"Attack on all fronts, Wildhammer!" Kurdran Wildhammer looked thrilled as he rode his gryphon Skare through the sky!
These black dragons looked harder to deal with than the red dragons they had faced before.
But there were far fewer of them, too.
A mere dozen or so black dragons were nothing to fear... There were more than two hundred of the Wildhammer Tribe's finest Gryphon Riders from Grim Batol here.
At Kurdran's command, more than a dozen gryphons swiftly surrounded a black dragon not far from the Floating City. Several explosions boomed, and the black dragon plummeted like a kite with its string cut.
Several nearby black dragons saw things turning against them and tried to flee... But the gryphons quickly formed squadrons and gave chase.
The black dragons were indeed faster than the gryphons, but when it came to endurance, they fell far short.
Not a single black dragon would escape. Kurdran was certain of it!
Aboard the Khardros, the two mages surveyed the battle from high above.
The battle was turning into a rout. The Wildhammer Tribe's gryphons swiftly overwhelmed the Black Dragonflight and gave chase, leaving their opponents no chance.
"Kurdran and his people have actually become this strong?" Khadgar could not help exclaiming.
"Look for Stormwind City's troops..." Karin smiled, then reminded him, "Let's hope the Holy Light has protected them and the black dragons haven't wiped them all out."
"All right." Khadgar nodded and stood on tiptoe. His eyesight was a little better...
"Karin, look over there!"
Following the direction Khadgar pointed, Karin spotted what seemed to be a black dragon that looked somewhat different from its kin, facing off against something...
Its coloring differed slightly from the pure black of ordinary black dragons, with a faint purple tint, and the crown of horns