Dark clouds drifted slowly toward Gorgrond in the north.
But a closer look would reveal that this was no ordinary cloud... it was a black floating city.
The cries of gryphons rang out from the floating city from time to time.
"Lads, get ready for battle!" Kurdran Wildhammer called out from the deck of the Khardros. "Feed your gryphons, polish your Stormhammers, and make sure you check all your bombs too..."
"Today's battle will be more dangerous than any we've fought before!" As he spoke, Kurdran's tone gradually grew solemn. "I hope to see every one of you return safely when the war is over..."
After giving the soldiers his instructions, Kurdran lowered his head to look at his beloved gryphon, Skare... then gently stroked her feathers...
"Sweetheart, I hope we both make it back alive..." Kurdran murmured to himself.
They were the eagles of the Alliance, the pride of the Wildhammer, the guardians of Grim Batol and Aerie Peak; they had routed mighty red dragons, annihilated the vast Horde, and struck terror into the trolls of the Hinterlands...
But today, their opponents would be black dragons!
The most terrifying and mysterious of the five dragonflights...
And among them was the mighty Black Dragon King: Deathwing!
Deep within the Khardros lay a secret chamber.
Several layers of sturdy iron walls sealed the chamber tightly, and security was extremely strict; no Wildhammer dwarf could set foot here, not even their lord, Kurdran Wildhammer.
Only the creator of the Khardros could enter this secret chamber.
Karin carefully passed through one iron door after another, then carefully locked each behind him.
Naturally, these iron doors were not meant to imprison the thing inside the chamber, for once she regained her full strength, they would be utterly incapable of stopping her power!
But