But the Frost Giant King merely raised his arm, his palm pressing down lightly, and the boiling royal tent fell silent.
"If the Frost Giants suffer heavy casualties in the war, what meaning does my conquest hold," the king spoke thus,
"I have long sent a courier to invite the emperor of the Dragon Country to meet with me,"
"I want to gauge face to face whether the dragons possess the strength to resist me. If they cannot withstand my power, the heavy price we pay is worth it; if the dragons can resist my power, then it would be a needless loss for us."
Nule, the chief of the Ice Wind Tribe, laughed loudly: "Those Giant Dragons, how dare they personally come and meet the king? Even though the Ancestral Red Dragon is spoken of in the outside world as on par with the king, how could he not fear the king's mighty power? Before the king, he is but a jester."
