Dave climbed up onto Grumpy and leaned down to help the priestess up.
When they were seated Dave shouted, "We're the last hope of the legion, Boyz. Everyone is counting on us. To the Burning Pillars!"
Dave nudged Grumpy into a trot. The basilisk loped forward at the head of the formation, kicking up dust with its tree-trunk thick legs and moving significantly faster than a dunlord could.
The Burning Pillars mine was a few dozen miles away. It wouldn't take long to get there on the basilisks. The first part of their journey led through rugged terrain, narrow paths through steep jagged cliffs..
They'd been galloping for a few minutes when Dave held his fist up to signal the group and the basilisks slowed and came to a complete stop. In the distance, a steep hill of jagged boulders rose incongruously from the flat open plain that lay ahead of them.
