I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

Kurdran Wildhammer returns to Nethergarde.

After learning of Turalyon's order to spy on the tribe's siege weapons, the dwarf personally took the lead, leading the other two griffin riders, riding his beloved griffin companion high into the sky, and arrived behind the tribe's front line west of Watchtower.

When the dwarf griffon riders saw the huge catapult positions connected in a row, Kurdlan fell silent.

"God of the Griffins! When did these cunning fellows prepare so many siege weapons?!"

Kurdlan felt his hand holding the reins trembling, and he hurriedly held down the trembling hand with his other hand.

"A trebuchet array of this size... can't be dealt with simply by sending a small team. Just lighting the fire would take forever. Even if they were all chopped into firewood, it would still burn for months!"

"Hurry, we must return immediately! Report this intelligence to the commander! And reinforce the city defenses immediately!"

But before the dwarves could turn the griffins around and fly back, two dark shadows quickly emerged from the higher clouds.

They are two black dragons!

The black dragons flew down to the Griffin Rider from above.

When the griffin knights noticed the black shadow approaching, the other party was basically riding on their faces!

"Oh no! It's a black dragon, retreat quickly!!"

Kurdran quickly gave the order to retreat. The three dwarves flew in three directions respectively, and only Kurdran himself flew towards Netherfort.

The two black dragons had no choice but to separate and chase after Kudran's two men respectively.

Finally, Kurdran was able to bring the news back to Nethergarde alive, but the other two knights did not return.

"My two warriors, they were both killed by the black dragon! They were both very good warriors!"

Kurdran Wildhammer held Turalyon's hands tightly, the dwarf's solid muscles trembled, and Turalyon saw tears in the eyes of this strong comrade.

"Damn it, how come these bastard orcs always have something to do with dragons? First the red dragon, then the black dragon! Now things are getting even more complicated!"

"Their sacrifice will not be in vain!"

Turalyon held the dwarf's hand tightly and said to him in a resolute tone, "I need you to gather your men immediately and announce the matter of the black dragon. You must deal with it just like you dealt with the red dragon before! Do you understand? The sky above our heads must be controlled by you!"

"understand!"

Kurdran grinned with an ugly smile.

"I will tell my brothers that these black dragons will pay the price!"

"Khadgar! What's up with our shields?!"

"Still being reinforced!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, we don't have much time..."

As he was speaking, a sharp sound of breaking air was heard in the sky.

A black meteor rose from the western sky, burning fiercely as it quickly flew towards Watchtower...

"It's an enemy attack! Take cover! Khadgar, have your mages hold up the magic shield for me!!!"

While shouting, Turalyon pressed Alleria, who was trying to climb up the city wall, under him. Amid the elf's unwilling roar, Turalyon pressed her down without thinking.

"Don't go and die, you bastard!"

As the black meteors approached the city walls, Khadgar despaired.

I'm afraid no wall can withstand this kind of weapon. This weapon should not exist in this world.

If the tribe has a lot of these weapons, how can we defend it?

"boom!!!"

As the explosion sounded, a large crater over ten meters in diameter was blown out on half of the city wall, connecting the city and the ground outside the city...

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and stones from the city wall that were larger than carriages were thrown high into the air and then fell heavily, smashing into the Watchtower.

None of the people who had been hiding behind the broken city walls were able to escape and died silently.

Turalyon looked up and saw that the city wall he relied on to defend had completely collapsed, and his heart sank.

"Holy Light... What kind of weapon is this?"

But before everyone could get up to clean up the mess, countless sounds of breaking through the air were heard.

More rocks flew from overhead.

Fortunately, there was no black meteor like the first one, but that mysterious weapon completely destroyed the thick walls of Watchtower and the magic shield held up by the mage army with one shot.

What flew over next were ordinary stones.

However, the coalition forces, shocked by the first horrific explosion, found it difficult to organize a defense and had nowhere to hide. Countless people were killed by rocks falling from the sky.

"Do not!!!"

Alleria saw with her own eyes that her subordinates were smashed into a pulp by stones. The unwilling elf shouted and tried to get up.

Turalyon pressed Alleria down hard.

"Holy Light! Please bless us to persevere to the end!"

After two rounds of bombing, Nethergarde Fort was basically destroyed...

The city walls collapsed and all the buildings inside were smashed to pieces. Apart from the griffin knights who flew away at the sound, the personnel losses were heavy, and mutilated corpses could be seen everywhere.

In just a moment, the Watchtower that had been defending for so many days was gone, and countless lives perished with it.

Khadgar raised his head from the rubble, and now his whole body was covered with dust, like a dirt monkey.

"Turalyon! Where are you? Turalyon?!"

Kadega shouted loudly, but his ears were ringing, and the explosion just now seemed to have temporarily taken away his hearing.

But soon, he saw a familiar guy sitting up from a pile of debris, and there was another person under him, it was Turalyon and Alleria.

"Khadgar! Report the damage!"

The wizard shook his head.

"Loss? We lost everything!"

Turalyon fell silent. Although some survivors continued to crawl out from the side, the groans, screams, cries, and corpses scattered all told the paladin that Nethergarde was gone. Now it was just a burning hell...

"Ouch!"

Without waiting for them to mourn the dead.

From the west came the sound of great battle cries and the sound of running feet.

It turned out that the orcs saw the city wall collapsed and launched a full-scale attack...

"Stay alive and obey my orders!"

Turalyon quickly began to organize a defense.

"Those who still have weapons should take up their weapons, and those who don't have weapons should use their claws and teeth!"

"Today is a good day to die! Fight the tribe!!!"

"Dragon's Roar—this weapon was very effective. We won."

Ner'zhul's white eyes gradually returned to their original black. The old shaman had just cast the shaman skill - Vision.

This allowed him to see the battle situation on the front line even though he was far away near the entrance of the Dark Portal.

The shaman slumped back into his uncomfortable chair. Using the vision spell twice in a row was a bit overwhelming even for a strong man like him.

"What kind of weapon is this? Why does it look so familiar?" asked the black dragon Saberian.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank the Black Dragon Father."

"Gorefiend reported to me that he had fought alongside Deathwing Neltharion in Dalaran. He said that Deathwing finally spit out this black magic from his mouth."

"I verified and reverse-deduced how this magic happened, so I made this cannonball. However, after all this time, I only made one, but it seems to be enough."

Ner'zhul smiled sinisterly.

"Stormwind's support has also been held back by Kilrogg. If we can hold on a little longer, the Alliance forces in Nethergarde should be completely wiped out. Then we can march north to support Kilrogg. This continent will still belong to the Horde!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Congratulations, Chief. While you are happy, please don't forget our agreement..."

"Understood. I will keep your dragon egg safely in the Dark Temple for you. Don't worry."

......

"These orcs are too difficult to deal with! We must get rid of them as soon as possible! Hurry to Nethergarde!"

Young King Varian said to his general as he kicked down an orc who was charging towards him with a brandished battle axe.

"I just heard a huge explosion from the south, and I have a bad feeling..."

Marcus nodded. If possible, he also wanted to fly to Nethergarde Fort immediately.

But the orcs, these hateful orcs, discovered after the battle that their total number was actually not large, but each one was strong and powerful, one could defeat ten, moved quickly, fought and ran away, and stuck to them like a dog-skin plaster, and there was no way to get rid of them!

Just when Varian's headache was so severe that he could hardly suppress his anger, the sky in the east began to turn pale.

The sun has risen.

At the same time, two small black dots seemed to appear on the northern skyline...