Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 352: Ice Storm

Compared to the one-sided battle in the palace, the situation in the sky battlefield had already reached a fever pitch. Except for Kurdran's initial surprise attack that successfully killed a group of red dragons, the rest were bloody fights with real swords and guns.

Almost all that could be seen in the sky were the Wildhammer Dwarves' Griffin Riders and Red Dragon Riders. A small number of human Griffin Riders only participated in the periphery, besieging the injured and lone red dragon.

Overall, it is still very unfavorable to the alliance.

It's mainly individual differences.

Griffins are very powerful, but that is only against humans and orcs.

When facing the red dragon, the griffin was suppressed in almost all aspects - speed, strength, defense, vitality. Only in terms of agility, the griffin was slightly better.

Although Kurdran has been trying to make up for the lack of combat power with tactics, such as sending one griffin to lure and the other two griffins to attack from behind, killing the dragon roar orcs first and then dealing with the red dragon, unfortunately, the overall situation still looks precarious.

However, with good coordination and cover, the injured griffin was evacuated as quickly as possible, and the situation was still managed to be maintained.

Kurdran didn't know how to win, and most of the Wildhammer dwarves were only relying on their blood and energy to support themselves. Kurdran didn't think highly of Duke's plan, but since Duke had invited that person, he might as well believe it.

"Duke! You bastard! Join the Wildhammer Griffin Legion and be destroyed here today. Even if you hide at the end of hell, I will pull you out and beat you to death!"

"Don't worry! Stay calm!" Duke said in the magic message.

"Damn it - I must be crazy!" Kurdran muttered to himself, but his actions were unambiguous. He put away his storm hammer, held the reins in one hand and blew the horn with the other.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo" The distant and heroic sound of the horn attracted the attention of all the Wildhammer Dwarf Knights.

At this time, the sun suddenly emerged from the thick clouds, as if responding to the call of the Wildhammer King, and the white wings of countless griffins shone with golden light in the sun. They quickly got rid of their opponents and began to gather in the middle of the battlefield.

But every Wildhammer Knight was dumbfounded. The next horn sound was... landing?

A short question mark was transmitted to Kurdran!

The reply was still 'landing'!

The Wildhammer dwarves were confused. If they landed at this time, wouldn't they be exposed to the red dragon? And with so many people flying around, if the red dragon came over and breathed a dragon, that would be really...

Oh! Even if our king wants to roast our griffin friend, we don't have to do this, right?

The Wildhammer dwarves almost burst into tears!

But there was no other way. Sensing the gathering of the griffins, the red dragons automatically climbed to high altitudes, then descended to a lower altitude and began to dive attack towards the location of the large group of griffins.

"Descend! Those who don't want to die, land on the lawn of the palace!" Kurdran asked the herald beside him to urge them repeatedly with the trumpet, while he waved his arms violently, calling on his men to land!

Never mind!

Just die!

The Wildhammer Dwarf Knights gnashed their teeth, cursing Kurdran and the ancestors of the bastard who came up with this idea, and insisted on letting the griffin descend at high speed.

Overhead, the huge red dragon army had also completed its assembly. The terrifying roars of nearly three hundred giant dragons continued one after another, forming a tsunami of sound that echoed throughout the clear sky.

The dwarf knights turned their heads and saw the scene that blocked out the sun and sky. They seemed to be under a spell, nailed to the backs of the griffins, motionless. They looked up at the sky with eyes full of despair, and they were almost limp. If it weren't for the fact that every dwarf tied himself to the back of the griffin to avoid being thrown off in the fierce air battle, I'm afraid that at this moment, the dwarves would have fallen like raindrops.

A miracle happened!

Almost at the moment of descending to a height of 100 meters, every dwarf felt the change in the situation.

They passed through a thin, almost invisible membrane, freezing and cold, and almost every griffon and its rider shivered.

This is...

Mage's Ice Shield?

They guessed right!

Almost at the moment when the last griffin passed through the shield, nearly thirty dragon breaths fell on the huge ice shield.

The fiery dragon's breath fell on the translucent ice shield, and a strange "sizzling" sound was heard. It was a battle between heat and cold. The blazing flame evaporated the moisture on the shield, and the cold air in turn offset the invasion of the hot air.

So awesome!

Is it some Sunshine Master who has arrived? Or is this the magical defense system of the Alterac Palace?

The dwarves who had already started to land left the landing to the griffins. They stared in a daze as the hemispherical light shield, which looked like a freshly peeled egg, flickered continuously under the bombardment of the dragon's breath, as if it would collapse at any time, as if the flames of death would descend upon them at any time.

However, this did not happen. It did not even deform. It only felt that the ice debris floating on the shield was becoming more and more dense.

At this time, more than one Wildhammer dwarf saw Duke standing at the highest point of the castle where the royal palace was located.

The deputy commander of the alliance, the young man who had always been nicknamed the Man of Miracles, was like a god descending from heaven at this moment. Around him, dozens of huge snowflakes were circling, each hexagonal snowflake was as big as a basin, circling in the air around him in a specific trajectory.

"Thank you for your support! Kurdran! Leave the rest to me, Duke!" Duke shouted in a very pretentious manner.

The next second, Duke stretched out his five fingers forward with a cold face, and blue-white magic rose up from the soles of his feet, making Duke's face turn snow-white.

From the perspective of the Red Dragon Riders, Duke was surrounded by a huge magic circle with a diameter of thirty meters.

Zuluhed, who was commanding from high above, had a drastic change of expression and shouted, "Not good! Run away!"

"Isn't it too late to run away now?" Duke sneered.

A huge storm quickly formed at Duke's feet and spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the storm's diameter exceeded 300 meters.

The griffins screamed in fear and trembled under the tremendous power of this magic. But soon they found that they were already standing in the eye of the tornado, which was the safest place. There was nothing happening here, but not far away, the icy wind as sharp as a knife was carrying pieces of ice crystals, which kept spinning.

With the addition of rotation and icy breath, these ice crystals quickly turned into huge round flakes, and the sharp edges emitted a cold light in the sunlight.

"Run! Run!" Zuluhed shouted to his men while letting the dragon under his crotch climb desperately. But it was too late.

A thick layer of frost has begun to form on the surface of the dragon's wings. Although dragons are not afraid of low temperatures, this is enough to rapidly reduce the frequency of their wing flapping, greatly reducing their climbing speed.

The next moment, the air seemed to be sucked out, and the dragon and its rider fell down screaming. What awaited them was a huge ice blade tornado that kept spinning like a meat grinder...