"We have no air force, while the Horde has red dragons. In the skies, we are completely defenseless against their attacks." This was the first time Lothar had felt so helpless, but the arrow was already on the string. The armies had engaged, and there was no way to bring in an air force at such short notice.
During the last battle against the Horde at Aerie Peak, the Wildhammer Dwarves had helped, making the skies impregnable. Lothar had never needed to worry about red dragons breaking through the Gryphon Riders' blockade. Now, in Quel'Thalas, where could he find an air force to help?
Although he knew they were at a complete disadvantage in the air, Lothar finally gritted his teeth and raised the sword clenched in his hand. "Champions of the Alliance, let us destroy these ruthless butchers!"
Turalyon was the first to respond, his weapon shining with golden light. As one of the Alliance's first paladins, Turalyon's understanding of the Holy Light was closest to pure devotion. He believed in neither a god nor any person. Only his faith in the Holy Light and in the people made powerful energy burst from the paladin's weapon, allowing every human warrior to feel the warmth of the Holy Light.
Patrick was still supporting the Arcane Barrier with all his strength when the human knights charged, raising their blades against the orcs whom Patrick's attacks had left afraid to act.
Just then, Alleria quietly drew close. "Some people are approaching us from the west. They're the dwarves' gryphon forces."
Patrick was concentrating entirely on casting and had not detected the distant movements. At Alleria's news, he breathed a sigh of relief. The red dragons would finally cease to be a threat.
Lothar also overheard Alleria and Patrick's conversation and said excitedly,