Guardianship of the Nazgûl

"It was over... It felt so anticlimactic. That dragon still refused to bow its head!" Lidilias's hoarse voice rose faintly.

"No one but the demon king of old could make the evil dragon clan bow their heads! Not even the Dragon Emperor could..." Sernal sneered.

"Shouldn't we... retrieve the dragon egg?" Lidilias asked doubtfully.

"Do you want to become enemies with that Dragon Knight head-on?" The soul-fire in Sernal's eyes flickered a few times as he spoke mockingly.

"Forget it. Let's go!" Lidilias chose self-preservation.

"Let's go find Wes! He carries your scent, so you should be able to find him!" Caslo turned to his dragon.

"Alright!" Caldo nodded.

"Let's go. It's all over!" Caslo shook his head and sighed.

"Over? No, I think this is only just beginning! Even antiques from the War of Wrath have crawled back out. The situation is getting more and more chaotic!" Caldo shook his head.

"Yeah! Every kind of freak and monster is coming out..." Caslo felt the same way. Dragons had not walked Middle-earth for a long time, and people had long forgotten the terror of being ruled by dragons. A tiny Mercenary Group dared to provoke a dragon and steal its egg... A Fourth Tier Knight leading a group of Professional Soldiers was already this insane. If their leader became a Sixth Tier Professional someday, wouldn't they go straight to the heavens?

"The entirety of Middle-earth is now shrouded in shadow. We're like fallen leaves in a raging sea, with no idea where we'll drift!" Caldo said gravely. He had thought it absurd enough that his enemies were Sauron and his lackeys, but now even Morgoth's minions, who should have long turned to ash, had crawled out like restless ghosts. All he could say was that Middle-earth had excellent feng