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    "Drunk: You feel dizzythe world is spinning" "What a bad luckI was drunk half to death by the dwarf before I even started workingI hope there will be no judgment of drunkenness here!" Lu De looked  With his increasing debuff, he buried his head deeply into the snow of Khaz Modan to resist the growing dizziness.  As long as they don't do anything harmful to them, the generosity of dwarves is unbearable for any "human" - this is especially obvious when it comes to spirits.  ¡°Perhaps because they had participated in the battle together, the cans in the tavern were particularly diligent in raising their glasses. Even Laura was poured a lot of violent wine and huddled under the table and fell unconscious.  Who are the four major irons?  We carried a gun together, threw ourselves across the river together, piao together "(I hope there is no such thing as a hangover in the game.)" "Hey! This can't work, this is different from what we agreed! Those Dragonmaw Orcs are obviously  They are trying to escape, we should chase them immediately and kill them all!" When the effect of the alcohol gradually faded, Lu De vaguely heard someone making a fuss in the pub.  Inside the tavern, Morlock and Falstad were having a heated argument with another dwarf who was half an inch taller than them, and ended up breaking up on bad terms.  "Is there anyone else who dares to join me in attacking those dragon-throated greenskins who are running away with their tails between their legs? Don't worry, I guarantee that they will be the only ones who are so scared that they wet their pants without the red dragon, they are nothing!"  Many dwarves lowered their heads wherever Falstad glanced, but no one responded.  "What's going on?" Lu De asked the mage huddled in the corner in a low voice.  "It seems that they have differences in the direction of the attack on the orcs." Laura, who was holding the astonishingly huge staff, also replied in a low voice.  Then he gave Lu De a little explanation.  Aerial reconnaissance shows that the scope and intensity of the Dragonmaw clan's activities have increased significantly recently.  But from Falstad's point of view, this is not a sign that the orcs are trying to attack in an all-out way, but a last ditch effort.  It¡¯s a pity that the guy in charge of commanding the griffins didn¡¯t think so. He preferred to be cautious and slowly consume the orcs¡¯ strength, and then launch a combined air and ground attack to completely clear the orcs from Grim Batol.  "It's simply unreasonable!" After spitting forcefully to the side, Falstad turned angrily and walked away from the other party. His eyes lit up a few times when he saw Lu De and Laura at the door.  "Friends, come here! We are not as knowledgeable as that idiot!" The dwarf's iron-like hands made Lu De completely defenseless.  He could only be dragged away passively.  As for Lola, how much power can you expect from her as a mage?  At least Lu De once saw her secretly releasing the mage's exclusive floating technique on the staff - the weight of the crystal was not much smaller than that of a one-handed sword.  "That idiot must have drank too much milk and turned himself as soft as a cow! I remember every dragon of the orcs in my mind. They have fewer and fewer new flying dragons recently, and the warriors are also  They don¡¯t have much experience. I think they won¡¯t be able to fly at all in a short time!¡± Just a few steps out of the tavern, Falstad snorted disdainfully and hugged his thighs, which were thicker than the others!  arm.  He didn't seem to care at all about his words being heard by the people inside.  "Do you mean there is something wrong with the Red Dragon?" Maybe this is good news for the dwarves, but not for Lu De.  Dragons are all egg-laying, and the lack of newborn dragons means that there must be something wrong with the place where the baby dragons can be produced - in other words, this may be a harbinger of the end of the Red Dragon Queen.  "Ha! Maybe that dragon laid too many eggs and died. Of course, it's also possible that the male dragons died. Who knows? Anyway, I know very well that the orcs don't have much time to jump around anymore!" "Firth!  Tad, if you want to do it alone, when will you learn to behave like other people?" Morlock's voice didn't sound very pleasant.  "What? Are you a short winter melon doubting my courage and courage? Let me tell you, there are things they dare not do. I dare!" Falstad jumped up suddenly after being poked in the G-spot.  "Hey, you two. Do you dare to set off now? Let's go and beat the shit out of those idiots, and then come back with a bunch of red dragon heads to show off to them. It'll be great!" "Listen then.Looks goodI think if you could accomplish such a great feat, you should be the one standing opposite just now, right?  " "I won't be so brainless, damn it!  If I could have my own griffin training ground, I would definitely let them all out to roam freely Dwarves don't need timid griffins and griffin knights!  " Falstad tightened his belt. "I will use magic assistance to complete the infiltration operation.  "Somewhat unexpectedly, Laura actually responded with a very positive tone. "I am happy to serve you, madam!  " After Morlock said something gruffly, he led the three people to turn to the perch. With the skillful skills of the dwarves, the gryphon jumped out of the snow-covered cliffs of Khaz Modan and turned to Grim Batol's upward direction with the help of the wind.  Flying through the trade winds ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª Perhaps it was to verify Falstad¡¯s judgment that on the way from Loch Modan to the wetlands, not to mention the red dragon, there wasn¡¯t even a pile of dragon dung on the ground.  The troops launched several attacks using throwing axes and spears in their hands, but these flying props with no speed at all could not even scratch the griffons - and Morlock and Falstad  He also hovered over the team very cunningly, so after more than ten seconds, the orc army had to face various props thrown at them, and two guys almost got shot. "The warm-up activity is over!  The next thing we have to do is dinner!  " Morlock signaled Lu De to look away from the troops below. This is what they had decided before: the dragoons that hunted the orcs. After all, the load capacity of the gryphon is limited. After taking one more passenger, the remaining  It is difficult to carry too many weapons in the load-bearing space, and rushing down directly is no different from committing suicide. Only a guy with a broken head would consider it. "Do you usually attract Orc Dragoons like this when they fight?  "Due to the relationship between airflow and helmets, Lu De and Morlock must communicate with each other by shouting even if the distance is less than thirty centimeters. "Perhaps this is why all dwarves have loud voices. ""Don't worry, even if they don't  Come out, we will force them out too Look, the ones who are going to die are coming!  " In the direction of the dwarf's finger, two dark red figures turned out from behind the mountain, flapping their wings and quickly launched a charge towards the hovering griffons. " Come and become the trophies in my room, you stinking lizards!  " Morlock spit heavily into the palm of his hand and held the war hammer hanging on the edge of the saddle tightly in his hand. His other hand slipped unconsciously from his waist. Before taking off, Lu De saw this guy coming from the weapons depot.  He secretly took several small warhammers and stuck them there, just waiting to give the orcs a few hard blows during a close encounter. ¡°Morlock!  Get out of there!  "Behind them, a figure wearing a robe had the tip of his staff pointed at the sky - although usually the military mages did not have such high anti-air capabilities, but" Nekros?  Skullbreaker. The one who attacked them was not a bad mage, but an orc warlock who was powerful enough to be given the title. A purple-black light flashed past, and a corrosive ball the size of a bowl was shot from the edge of the griffon's wings.  Traces. ¡°Damn it!  " Morlock had to turn urgently to complete the evasive action, and at the same time issued a "beware of the magician" signal to Falstad.  "We - now have to - make an emergency landing!" The griffon, which had lost its mobility, was just a snack in front of the red dragon. Both warring parties knew this very well. The two red dragons and their riders almost immediately turned their targets towards Mo.  Locke, but Falstad's diversionary attack from the side kept them firmly in place.  If the orcs don't want to take a solid blast of Storm Hammer from behind, they have to kill Falstad first, and then turn to the half-broken griffin.  In fact, they did exactly that - after all, this place is very close to Grim Batol, and any patrol below should be able to kill the guy who fell As for who is on the gryphon?  It's still two people, so what does it matter?
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