The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

"Hoo!" The men took a deep breath and gripped their lances tightly.

"Prepare for battle!" Hollin and the others exchanged glances, all seeing the determination in each other's eyes. After changing their class to Griffin Knights, this was a step they were destined to take.

"Do you still remember your oath, knights?" Caslo's languid voice rang out.

"Born to glory, die to honor! My heart is like my sword, unyielding and unbreakable!" Hollin and the others said solemnly. They adhered to the code of chivalry, and the spirit of chivalry constantly spurred them on. Ancient proverbs resonated in their hearts.

"Good luck, knights!" Caslo tilted his head and encouraged the group of knights who were full of fighting spirit.

"Feint attacks from the left and right, then break through from behind!" Huo Lin thrust his spear forward, quickly making battle arrangements.

"Yes!" Several griffin riders quickly circled around to the left and right and attacked the mountain dinosaurs below.

"Wow! What a behemoth!" Horin finally took a closer look at the enormous creature below. It was a colossal beast from the savage wilderness, over ten meters long and ten meters tall! Two mountain-like horny spikes adorned its shoulders, and its body was covered in scales the size of a human head, with fine, long hairs visible between the scales. What startled Horin most were its nearly ten-meter-long arms, with claws alone exceeding three meters in length! This earth-elemental magical beast possessed formidable defensive capabilities and explosive attack power.

The Mountain Terrorclaw tentatively raised its head and whimpered as it probed the terrifying dragon in the sky. Seeing that the dragon paid no attention to it, the ferocious beast head suddenly exhaled a white breath and began to lower its head and slowly retreat.

Hollin clearly saw caution and probing in the eyes of this behemoth. Hollin couldn't help but grin. Goodness, do you have to learn to read people's expressions to survive in the Warcraft world now?

"Roar!" The Mountain Devilclaw suddenly turned its head and roared. It turned out that the griffin rider, who had been feinting, had thrust his lance into its broad back. The powerful impact not only failed to pierce the Mountain Devilclaw's carapace, but the recoil from the lance almost caused the unfortunate griffin rider to drop his lance from his saddle.

"Slap!" Caslo, hanging in the air, slapped himself across the face. He was so ashamed he couldn't face anyone.

Caslo said it was the first time he had ever seen someone directly attack the Mountain Direclaw's back armor, which he couldn't even cut through without using any skills.

“Attack its sides and eye area… Oh! By the Dragon God, I really should borrow a Warcraft Encyclopedia from Yunfeng for you guys to look at! Good heavens, don’t you know the habits and weaknesses of this kind of monster?” Caslo was at his wit’s end.

“I’m sorry, Lord Caslo, when we were just ordinary knights, our combat targets were always enemy infantry in formation and scattered soldiers. Dealing with magical beasts is not our forte…” The griffin knight who had failed in his attack flew over and told Caslo with shame.

"..." Caslo was speechless. I really overestimated these martial artists...

It's easy to understand if you think about it. The training of ordinary mass-produced knights doesn't involve that much content. These magical beasts are never their target in battle. Harvesting enemy infantry and clashing with enemy knights are their main duties. Forcing them to become griffon knights is actually a very quick process. After all, the training requirements for air knights are very high. It's only because Roland has the existence of the most elite class of air knights, the dragon knights, that teaching these griffon knights isn't too difficult. However, the disadvantages of not having a systematic approach become apparent at this point, such as the lack of knowledge in many areas.

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“This is real gua sha!” Caslo looked up at the sky and his eye twitched.

The five griffin riders had been attacking for nearly three hours, and aside from leaving countless dents on the Mountain Terrorclaw's back and scales, they had barely managed to break through its defenses. The only bright spot was the griffins' innate magic; their wind-based skills barely managed to break through its defenses, and their lightning strikes could only cause a momentary paralysis.

Caslow sighed. He thought he'd found a decent sparring partner, but... he never expected this sparring partner to be so tough, while his own knight was practically a tickle! If Roland were here, he might say something like, "Is that you, Master Li?"

"Sigh, after fighting for so long, you're almost asleep from the Mountain Devilclaw Beast..." Caslo said telepathically to the knights, slightly raising his eyelids.

"Lord Caslo, it's really too tough, we can't break through it!" Hollin complained.

"I've figured it out. If you had attacked any later, the skin it broke would have healed!" Caslo sighed.

Caslo looked helplessly at the incredibly tough monster below. The Mountain Terrorclaw had realized that these flies in the sky couldn't do any effective damage to it. The anger and anxiety it had felt from being surrounded had vanished without a trace. Instead, it calmly dealt with each attack, avoiding its weaknesses. As a result, while the Griffin Knight and Griffins hadn't been trained, this guy's evasion and defense were already superb, and it could even predict attacks!

"..." Caslo opened his mouth, but swallowed what he wanted to say. Let them play by themselves. In any case, neither of them could do anything to the other. The Mountain Terrorclaw Beast was too lazy to fight back. After all, Terrorclaw Strike still required a lot of magic power. Wouldn't it be better to use that magic power for defense?

After a while, seeing that neither side was making any progress, Caslo had no choice but to call a retreat: "Come back, both of you!"

"Screech!" The griffin cried out and flew to the side of the storm dragon, looking at the dragon with some fear. Hollin could even feel his mount trembling.

"Sigh, I was too hasty. This level of opponent is still too far beyond your capabilities." Caslo began to reflect on his actions. After all, it was only after his dragon, Kaldo, reminded him that the sixth brother below actually had a powerful move up his sleeve!

According to Kaldor, why hasn't this thing retaliated against the griffins for so long? Because it fears and is wary of Caslo and itself in the sky, and it holds onto a skill comparable to a near-single-target forbidden spell—Mountain Spirit Protection. As soon as the dragon riders in the sky make any move, it will unleash it, and then run away while the skill is active…

When Caslo heard the news, he almost spat out blood. Damn it! He had underestimated the "heroes" of the world. He never expected this thing to be so intelligent. No wonder the wise author who created the Warcraft encyclopedia classified it as a quasi-super Warcraft.

Now it seems that all that fighting between my men and this guy was for nothing was just him playing with my kid! Was it all just wishful thinking on my part?

"If we weren't here, that poor knight would have been sliced ​​into pieces by the Direclaws the first time!" Kaldo complained, looking down at the Mountain Direclaws that were cautiously retreating.

"Why didn't you say so sooner..." Caslo's forehead veins throbbed.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm suppressing it with my dragon's might, so what can it do? Isn't it a valuable experience to let those newbies experience the feeling of being powerless to attack? Not everyone has that feeling! At least I've never experienced that feeling since I was born!" Kaldo joked.

"Yes, yes, yes! So you're the only one who knows Versailles!" Caslo said, indicating that you've successfully pulled off the act. After all, Kaldor was born a four-legged wyvern, and later his bloodline evolved into a storm dragon. Both of these bloodlines are beings with maxed-out attack power. Unable to break through his defense? Impossible!
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