"DAMNED DWARF! YOU DARE!?"
Hearing the loud yell from the female necromancer in charge of the vast undead army, Verdell could only smile wryly. Unable to explain that he wasn't the one in control of the dragon beneath him, but instead, it was the dragon below him that was making the decisions of where they were moving.
To be honest, the entire situation had already spun completely out of control, as he had no idea how the two of them were going to get out of this situation. Only able to silently hope that the dragon beneath him had some idea of a plan, as both the mist serpent chasing them from behind and the angry necromancer up ahead were more than powerful enough to end the two of them with little to no effort. Especially the mist serpent closing in fast behind them.
Hm? Why is that one yelling so loudly?
