At three quarters of noon, Metz Delacrip and Sildor Quenched Iron Felt stood on the top of the Eagle's Nest.
"You shouldn't have come," said Maze Delacrip.
"I'm still here." Sildor Quenched Iron Felt replied.
The two of them had their hands behind their backs and looked at each other speechlessly.
"My eagle, named Qixuan Yuanli, has a shoulder height of two and a half feet, and a body length of fourteen and three feet. It moves like a tiger exploring the forest, and moves like thunder roaring." Mez Delacrip was a little tired, so he changed made a gesture.
"My bird is named Jiuyou Wuchang. It has a shoulder height of seven out of five feet and a body length of thirteen feet and four. It has a dark green beak and claws as sharp as spears." Sildor Tempered Iron Felt quietly scratched it with the hand behind his back. itch.
The two of them were silent for a long time.
"My hammer is forged from meteorite iron mixed with hardened krypton gold ingots. It weighs forty-four pounds and four taels of gold, and is enchanted with the power of landslides. Sildor Hardened Iron Felt pulled out the war hammer and pointed it at his opponent.
"My spear was obtained from the enemy. It is named after itself the Cold Spear. It weighs thirty-eight kilograms and six taels of gold. It is enchanted with a scorching weapon." Metz Dracrip waved his war spear and pointed at his opponent. "
The two men continued to show off while holding weapons weighing dozens of kilograms.
"You're upset," said Maze Delacrip.
"It's because you are upset." Sildor Quenched Iron Felt remained unmoved.
"Actually..." Before Mez Delacrip could finish his words, he was overtaken by Sildor Tempered Iron Felt.
"I am your father!"
"Wake up, Carlos, wake up, the fight is about to begin." Biglas shook Carlos, who was sleeping soundly beside him, and suggested that he wipe away his dream saliva.
I went and fell asleep! I just said that my Azeroth cannot be so martial-arts style.
After tidying up his appearance as if nothing had happened, Carlos asked, "How long has it been?"
"About half an hour, the two dwarf lords dueling have already gone up." Bigras replied.
There is no such thing as martial arts in this world! Carlos, who had just woken up, suddenly woke up.
"How did you get up there?" Carlos asked.
"Of course the gryphon knight will ride up on the gryphon." Bigras replied.
"Qixuan Yuanli and Jiuyou Wuchang?" Carlos was relieved when he learned that the world was still normal, but he ended up speaking without thinking.
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"I just woke up, please understand." Carlos quickly smoothed things over.
"Young man, why do you need to sleep for so long while you are alive? You will sleep forever after you die." Uncle Fang Zhuan sighed, and he continued to burn the demon to play a short movie for you, and you little brat actually fell asleep.
"Young man, you can even fall asleep in a chair. You still need exercise. Uncle, I can walk three hundred miles at night when I sleep." Anyway, no one exposed it, and Biglas succeeded in the contest.
"Young man, understand, understand." The unknown dwarf mage looked at Carlos with empathy.
It’s over, my own image. I really can't relax for a moment. Carlos was crying inside.
"By the way, I haven't asked the master's name yet." Carlos finally remembered his rudeness.
"What kind of master am I, an intermediate mage, in front of the master of turning heads of cubes? My name is Johnson Dashi." The dwarf mage replied.
"..." Fang Bian felt that he had endured too much, so he didn't want to say anything now.
"..." Carlos felt that he could not express his admiration for the dwarf mage in words. Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, this name is awesome, isn't it?
"It's begun!" Biglas said suddenly, staring at the water curtain, drawing Carlos' attention back.
War hammer and spear really!
The two lords greeted each other on the platform of the gryphon's beak protruding from Eagle's Nest Mountain, and then climbed onto the gryphon beside them. The gryphon flapped its wings and the two of them flew into the sky.
After the first peaceful exchange, the gryphon began to accelerate. After drawing two almost identical U-shaped flight trajectories, Mez Delacrip and Sildor Quenched Iron Felt had their first head-to-head encounter. , the weapons of both sides flew out at the same time, and the two strong griffins were also disrupted by the huge impact. Their flight rhythm was disrupted, and they each flapped their wings to regain their balance.
"The dwarf's physique is really exaggerated. The impact just now is similar to that of a knight charging with all his strength and holding on to his lance without letting go. If it were a human, his forearm would be shattered and his shoulder would be dislocated." Biglas commented.
"Well, ordinary griffin knights don't have the strength and skills of the two lords. Even if their bodies can bear it, they will fall off the griffin due to loss of balance." Johnson Dushi nodded with deep sympathy.
Sure enough, being able to fight is the only criterion for dwarves to select officials. Speaking of which, Dwayne Johnson, a mage, how do you know so clearly? Do the Wildhammer dwarves also hide an elite unit called griffon mages?
The Eye of the No. 1 Mage could not keep up with the speed of the two dwarf lords. Fang Bian decisively switched the ob perspective and switched to the Eye of the No. 2 Mage to continue the live broadcast of the game.
After the two dwarf lords stabilized their bodies, they no longer engaged in head-on confrontation, but instead engaged in side-to-side combat flying in the same direction, like two spirally twisted DNA gene chains.
Although there are also a few families in the human kingdom that have mastered the skills of taming griffins and have a certain number of griffin knights. But human griffin knights are all treasures, and are generally responsible for high-altitude reconnaissance and the delivery of confidential letters. There is only one force in Azeroth that has close combat skills with air units.
It doesn't seem right, the orcs seem to have a small number of bipedal dragon cavalry. But considering the small body of the wyvern, it is just the amount of food two adult griffons can eat in a day. To make an inappropriate analogy, you are comparing the tonnage of submarines and aircraft carriers.
Carlos decided to observe carefully and secretly learn the driving skills of the dwarves.
A normal aerial battle should involve seizing the commanding heights, then swooping down from high altitude from behind, and using acceleration to throw flying axes, spears, maces and the like to kill the opponent's flying units. But in the competitive duel between Metz Dracrip and Sildor Tempered Iron Felt, the two lords competed on their gryphon control skills and flight speed.
In the water curtain, the big beards of the two dwarf lords have been blown away by the strong wind, and they have an indescribable kind of elegance. Both sides have no energy to use weapons, and they are holding on to the reins with both hands. The two griffons tried their best to harass their opponents with their claws, and the fight was evenly matched.
"Are all dwarf riders monsters?" Biglas' sigh made Carlos unable to complain.
(This meme comes from Gundam series 0079, Char: Are all the MSs in the Federation monsters?
The speed competition was fruitless. Metz Delacrip and Sildo Quenched Iron Felt began to use throwing weapons to attack each other in the circling maneuver. Various high-gravity acceleration dives and high-intensity emergency stops made Carlos look at the escape. There is a feeling of empathy like cerebral congestion.
"The dwarf gryphon knights are really monsters." Carlos sighed.
"You haven't seen Kurdran flying. The combination of Kurdran and Xuen is enough to dominate the skies of the Hinterlands." Johnson Dushi said proudly.
Either dodging or flying away, Maze Delacrip and Sildor Tempered Iron Felt were left with only their last weapons in the fierce battle. The two circled around for several times and reached a consensus in a way that outsiders could not understand.
Once again, they passed by each other without incident. The two distanced themselves, adjusted their direction, and charged head-on!
"Another head-to-head confrontation!" Carlos shouted. Except for the square bricks that maintained the spell, the three people sitting stood up. The soldiers behind them quickly dispersed, each finding a view to continue watching the fast and furious game. duel.
Following the fierce collision, the two actually caught each other after losing their weapons, and left the griffon they were riding together, continuing to fight as they fell.
"These two lunatics!" Even Johnson Dashi couldn't help but curse.
In the water curtain, a white lightning rushed towards the two people who fell.
"It's Kurdran! Well done!" Johnson Doulder and the treasure house guards behind him cheered.
If the Griffin Knight in the sky looks like a mosquito from the ground, Xuen is obviously a fly. Its size, which is twice that of an ordinary adult griffin, gives it unparalleled instant acceleration capabilities. Kurdran caught the two of them about three hundred yards away from the ground, and all the spectators in the square let out deafening cheers. .
But an accident happened. The exhausted Sildor's quenched iron felt hand slipped, and he slipped off Xuen's back.
"No!" All the dwarves screamed at the same time.
Kurdran quickly turned around and adjusted his attitude, but by the time Xuen adjusted his flying attitude, there was already more than a hundred yards between Sildor Tempered Iron Felt and Kurdran.
"It's too late! Even if he catches it, Xuen doesn't have enough height to climb. Don't go, Kurdran, you will die!" The tough guy Johnson Dushi actually cried.
A hero always chooses the most difficult path to move forward. After obtaining the consent of Maze Delacrip, Kurdran controlled Xuen to swoop down almost vertically at an angle of 90 degrees. The treasure house guards in front of the water curtain began to cry, and the human soldiers also whispered the name of the Holy Light, hoping for a miracle to happen.
"Why are you crying! No wonder the dwarves don't have a successful mage." Fang Bian was angry and loudly rebuked Johnson Dushi.
The magician who was sitting firmly stood up finally. He held a wand in his right hand and drew mysterious and incomprehensible magic runes in the air. In his left hand, he took out a blood-red long dove-wing feather and cast a spell with one hand.
Release the slow falling technique beyond visual range. This is the true strength of the magician named Fang Brick!
(I can’t help but say that what mages pursue should be miraculous actions that are beyond the reach of human beings. The fort mages in other novels and those who focus on destruction spells are heresies. Let us cheer for Uncle Fang!
ps: The author has not slept since 7 o'clock last night and can't bear it anymore. There may be a fourth update tonight, but there may not be. Although I know that there won’t be any book friends who keep refreshing and waiting for updates in the middle of the night, but let the author pretend to be cool. After writing this I feel so comfortable. This is the flesh-and-blood Azeroth in the author's mind.
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