"That's a Retainer of 'Deep Red Embers' Kazuul! We must not underestimate them!"
Adrian instantly gripped his longsword, sweat beading on his forehead. He wasn't sure if it was due to the high temperature emitted by this Red Dragon Descendant or because of his own nervousness and anxiety.
"Kill her!"
"Do not be afraid, she is alone, and we are more than ten. As long as we wait for the Dwarf reinforcements to arrive, she will surely die!" the female Dwarf warrior shouted, raising her battle axe towards the crowd.
The accompanying mage, Rolf Fitzgerald, however, was full of panic. He approached Adrian and whispered, "Sir, do not engage her lightly."
"For this Dragonborn to appear here, she probably defeated—or even killed—that adult Law Dragon. Even if we all rush in, we might not be able to win against her."
Hearing Rolf's words, Adrian nodded heavily and gestured for his subordinates to retreat.
