According to Lu De's idea, as long as he could reach Eagle Nest Mountain, the two could use the Wild Hammer Dwarf Griffon Knight there to go to a place closer to Grimbato through the sky, and then sneak in.

As for Lu De's own identity, he simply fooled it in the name of "Add Paladin of Silver Hand".

Anyway, there is no difference between Achieus's holy flame and the real holy light. The only difference is that it cannot be controlled at will, which just fits the half-baked image of the intern as an intern.

Under the premise that Lu De does not use the death skills such as Death Grass or Death Withering, the Death Knight's fighting style is actually not much different from that of a warrior, and it is not difficult to pretend.

Of course, one thing must be done before this - replacing Lola for the lead.

Logically, when you go from Dalaran to Eagle Nest Mountain, you should walk on the Hillsbrad Hills. God knows how Lola ran into the completely opposite Ultratown Valley!

If you continue to follow this trend, God knows when it will take to reach your original destination!

Even if Lola seriously corrected his dwarf's main force stationed in Kazmodan - whether it was Eagle Nest Mountain or Kazmodan, it seemed that they were south of Dalaran rather than around Oshan.

"The traces of the red dragon are getting more and more frequent... This at least shows that we are moving in the right direction, not in the exact opposite position."

Lu De observed the giant creatures shining through the cracks of the rocks.

On the way forward, they had to carefully avoid the reconnaissance of the orc sky knights that might appear in the sky - Lu De himself lacked the ability to fight against the air, and the speed of the red dragon was enough to rush to them before Lola released the effective spell of travel. Then, with the help of speed, it took every two steps of the head of any person.

“I have to get there within the prescribed time and explore…”

Lola, who was forcibly ordered by Lu De to lean against the inside of the mountain, carefully poked her head out.

After a period of communication, Lu De discovered that the magic level of this Lu Zhi mage is excellent, but his self-care ability is really uncommon.

For example, when igniting a bonfire, the power of the burning spell was exerted too much, causing the firewood food and the pot to be burned into a dark ball of unknown objects at the same time... Fortunately, she had not made any improvements and innovations in the spells of Arcane Food, otherwise the two of them would have to chew dry food as hard as stones on the way.

"If you go out now, I won't be surprised to be torn in half!"

When Luther scolded Lola for sending death, three black dots quickly approached the red creature that was high above from the edge of his vision.

"Dwarf's griffin knight! That dragon is about to be finished!"

The next scene confirms Lola's words.

Although the red dragon obviously has an advantage in body shape and strength, when facing the sharp body movements of the griffons, they were beaten to the point of parrying but not the power to fight back. Finally, at the cost of being pecked out by the sharp beak, one of them forced to escape and flee.

The shot down griffin swayed in the air like a drunkenness, slid downwards at a considerable angle, and then quickly slowed down when approaching the ground, and finally slid on the grass with splashing soil.

"Damn big lizard...I will make you into air-dried meat strips next time!"

Even though they were far away, the dwarf's curses were still clearly heard.

"Now we can go over and take a look."

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"You guys are going to Kazmodan? No problem. My griffin and I will be happy to help! Although I prefer to smash the damn orcs from the air as pillars to the ground, it would be nice if someone could collect the corpses from below!"

After hearing the intention of their whereabouts, the dwarf's thick arms collided with the armor on his chest and made a dull sound.

"Come on, hurry up, otherwise you'd better pray that we can find out in time!"

“(…dwarf-like humor?)”

Luther rolled his eyes secretly.

He is not a profession like a mage or a priest who jumps off a building and jumps on a bed. If he really falls down, he will probably die... and I don’t know if he can be resurrected!

When he stepped on the back of the griffin, he glanced at a familiar name on the other griffin at the corner of his eyes.

That seems to be Fistard...

It has to be admitted that the combat griffins equipped in the dwarf army are several levels better than the counterfeit goods formed by Demacia City. At least, the beast under Luther now has a dwarf who is fully armed and he, and still has the strength to run in the sky at a whistle speed. In the blink of an eye, he threw the ground below his feet far behind him.

"How is it, huh? Isn't it a great feeling?"

The dwarf in front of Lu De, Molok, took out a flat wine pot from his arms and took a big sip.

"If you could fly faster, I think this would feel better."

"Hey! You're really interesting, but I don't want my baby to be abused after a fight!"

Molok controlled the griffin to deflect down a few points so that he could use the potential energy brought by the flight altitude to a greater extent. "In another half an hour of flight, we can return to Kazmodan's stove!"

"The premise is not to encounter those red dragons."

Lu De raised his shoulder and looked to the other side.

Lola's situation was obviously not as relaxed as he was, and she was holding Fistard's waist firmly and pressing her body against it, her hood and hair were blown away.

It seems that Fistard is very happy.

But... through the armor, can he really feel anything?

"There-there's the other side! Something is there!"

While Molok's voice was torn into messy fragments by the strong wind, it also pulled Lu De's thinking back to its original place.

Following the direction of the dwarf's finger, Luther could see two crimson figures expanding sharply under the mapping of the mountains.

"Red Dragon?"

"Yes, the Dragon Throat Clan must be preparing to make a desperate attempt. Their recent actions are getting more and more crazy... Hurry up, we want to give these arrogant idiots some colors! There is a veteran on the other side. It's interesting now!"

With the command of the dwarf, the flight trajectory of the three-headed griffon began to expand and began to seize height by flapping his wings quickly.

Although it is difficult to compete with the flying dragon in the head-on battle, the griffin has much stronger short-range maneuverability, and the red dragon on the opposite side has obviously been pulled apart in several positions in terms of climbing speed.

"Come on, let me see the abilities of you idiots! Come on, hurry up!"

The dwarf operated the griffin and avoided the attacking breath, and then used a half-rolling action to bypass the attack area of ​​the faucet and directly took the opposite rider himself.

If you are not careful in the air, you will send yourself into the abyss of fall. Therefore, Morok and the orc warriors on the opposite side did not blindly extend their weapons to attack each other - in fact, doing this is no different from sending death while hedging at high speed. The lack of a fixed seat makes it difficult for the rider to maintain balance under such strong power.

Although you cannot directly release the ranged attack skills, you can still do this trick of secretly throwing a disease outbreak to the other party.

The orc's attack became a little slow due to the extra burden on his body. He had rich combat experience and immediately leaned back and avoided the hammer that Molok took the opportunity to swing.

Lu De could see the orc touching his waist with his spare left hand, as if he wanted to pull out the small flying axe inserted on his belt.

But he never had such a chance again.

At the moment when both sides mounts crossed and left several scars on each other, Lu De threw out the grip of death from the dead corner of the dwarf's sight.

The orc's battle cry instantly raised a tone, sounding like a sign of extreme anger.

"Down here!"

What was faster than Achieus swing was a warhammer mixed with lightning.

When the orc who was hit by the chest made a shrill roar in the air, he grabbed it with hopeless hands a few times before falling straight to the sea below.

If you fall from this height, you will definitely die even if you find water - a moment of impact is enough to take away your thinking ability, not to mention the extra burden brought by the heavy equipment on the orcs.

After losing the rider, the red dragon stared at this side with suspicious eyes for a while, then flapped its wings and flew away.

"Ha! These stinky reptiles should also know who can provoke and who can't do it!"

After catching the warhammer he bounced back, Molok took the credit for the Red Dragon's run away without hesitation. "I think the Dragon Throat Clan is already crazy... Did you see it? He just now wanted to pounce over and die with us!"

"If he succeeds, you can't say sarcastic things here! There is another one over there, go kill them!"

Lu De rolled his eyes.

It seems that there are no parachutes or things on the griffin.

"No, no, Fistard can handle such things easily, even if there is a passenger behind him..."

The voice in front of him turned vulgar. Molok controlled his mount and turned into a slow circling state so that Lu De could see more clearly.

Another red dragon with a large body fought with two griffons for more than a dozen rounds. After finally getting the storm hammer thrown by Fistard from close range, he was hit by a dark blue magic shot from Lola. His whole body instantly stiffened and swung like a puppet.

Although the spell's effect time is only three seconds long, it is enough for the heroic dwarf knight to swing his battle axe to bite the connection between the skull and spine of the red dragon.

The beast that was seriously injured in the vital world wailed, and with its rider on its body fell rapidly towards the blue and white sea below. The barely sprayed breath only burned two feathers off the tip of Fistard's griffin wings.

"Now we fly back slowly. I hope we don't encounter these lizards again. My griffin has no energy to do another high-intensity battle..."

After exchanging information with the other two griffins with the gestures dedicated to the dwarf, Molok breathed out hard.

It seems that doing so can reduce the load on his mount.

PS: PS1: In the original novel, it took about seven hours to fly over the wetland bay. In this way, we can roughly calculate how much space it has shrunk in the game...
Chapter completed!