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“With this whistle you can call down a Wintergarde gryphon. Mount the creature and head towards the ruins of Wintergarde Village, now known as the Carrion Fields, southeast of here. Once at the fields, keep your eyes peeled for helpless Wintergarde villagers. When you spot one, fly low and use the gryphon to pick them up. Return the rescued villager here, to the gryphon station.
There are Scourge all over the place so you’ll need to keep your wits about you, hero. Good luck!”
-Gryphon Commander Urik
Rescue 5 Helpless Wintergarde Villagers and return to Gryphon Commander Urik at Wintergarde Keep.
Provided item:

Quest Giver: Gryphon Commander Urik — Wintergarde Keep gryphon station, Dragonblight
Turn In: Gryphon Commander Urik — same location
Objective: Rescue 10 Helpless Wintergarde Villagers and return to Gryphon Commander Urik at Wintergarde Keep.
Quick Facts
Walkthrough
Summon the Gryphon
Fly to the Carrion Fields
Pick Up Helpless (Not Trapped) Villagers
/target Helpless then /cast Rescue Villager — this ensures you’re targeting the correct villager type.
Return and Drop Off
Known Issues and Workarounds
/cast Soar, /cast Rescue Villager, /cast Drop Off Villager.
Efficiency Tips
Lore & Story Context
The Carrion Fields you’re flying over are the ruins of Wintergarde Village, the civilian settlement that existed before the Keep was built. When Naxxramas descended, Thel’zan’s forces overran the village in hours, turning it into a Scourge breeding ground.
The villagers you’re rescuing are the last survivors, fleeing through ruins filled with reanimated neighbors.
Easter Eggs
Explore Dragonblight’s hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Dragonblight Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
You will be able to choose one of these rewards:
You will receive:
Upon completion of this quest you will gain:
Vikstone's War JournalThe Carrion Fields. The name told us what Wintergarde Village had become.

From above, the ruins spread for miles and what had been homes and hearths now crawled with Scourge, ghouls picking through the wreckage while greater horrors shambled between collapsed walls. And scattered among them, small figures still moving.
Urik’s whistle called down a gryphon trained for this work. I settled into the saddle. Today, salvation came not from steel.
We dove.
The gryphon banked hard as something dark streaked past us. Scourge arrows. The beast seemed to understand the stakes, staying low enough for rescues while ducking between the ruined structures. I spotted a woman pressed against a collapsed wall, ghouls closing from three sides. The gryphon dropped, my arm hooked around her waist and we climbed, her scream lost in the wind.
It took many trips.
Ten souls pulled from the Carrion Fields before the gryphon’s wings began to falter, out of hundreds, maybe thousands. A pittance against the tide of dead that had swallowed their village.
But each one was a life denied to Arthas. Each one a citizen who would help rebuild what the Scourge had broken.
Urik sent him back on a Return to the High Commander, who had watched every one of those gryphon runs and already had something else in mind.