(Today is the second day of the Lunar New Year, and your author has a couplet for everyone. The first line: orioles and swallows, greens and reds, harmony everywhere. The second line: flourishing and thriving, dazed and confused, heh-heh, hey-hey, ha-ha. The horizontal inscription: always keep smiling. Thank you, dear readers, for supporting this book.)
Kurdran and Lothar only briefly discussed tactics, without formally discussing the Alliance. With a major battle against the Orcs imminent, the time for formal talks would come only after they had joined forces to drive those brutal invaders from their homeland.
Still, with human assistance this time, Kurdran already felt victory was in sight. He turned toward the doorway, whistling to summon Skare. This was Kurdran's mount, an enormous gryphon whose body and talons were a size larger than those of the other dwarves' gryphons.
"Warriors of the Wildhammer, let us take flight! Drive those cruel creatures from our homeland!" Kurdran shouted, his long beard twitching. Behind him, the other dwarves cheered and quickly followed him out.
"For the Wildhammer!!"
"For Aerie Peak!!"
All the Wildhammer dwarves raised their arms and cheered, celebrating their victory in advance.
Seeing this, Turalyon also prepared to lead his troops in a charge. At the pass outside the city, the Orcs were gathering again, seemingly preparing for their next attack. They would rout them before they could form an effective formation.
The Gryphon Riders and the Order of the Silver Hand, led by Turalyon, launched the first wave of attacks. Anduin Lothar followed with the main force, plunging straight into the Orc ranks.
Trees obstructed the knights' charge all along the way, growing more numerous the closer they came to the Orc camp. With the force of his charge, Turalyon's warhammer smashed straight through an Orc warrior's chest, and