"If you could get off, that would be even better!" Smurf, the Dragon of the Elves, sighed. Having Roland ride on his back made him uncomfortable all over. Logically, among all the dragons of the Lagrange Kingdom, aside from Dos and Caldo, no dragon would allow Roland onto his back. But between that couple's tag-team pressure and the intimidation of Dos, the Golden Dragon... Smurf could only wear an expression like he had eaten shit and carry Roland on his back with tearless misery.
"Look, you're talking nonsense again! You need treatment!" Roland patted Smurf's back pityingly.
"Even if that feeling were cured, he'd still drool... Better not cure it!" Dos ruthlessly added.
"..." Smurf rolled his eyes. For the sake of Dos and Nyx behind him, he endured it.
"What's the plan?" Nyx turned to Roland. Since her husband had decided to subdue those griffins, he must have had a good plan.
"A plan? No! We just charge in!" Roland waved a hand. They were a whole group of Dragon Knights now—what plan did they need? When I had no Dragon Knights, I made plans. Now that I have a whole group of Dragon Knights, I still need to make plans? Then wouldn't I be raising Dragon Knights for nothing!
"So simple and brutal?" Nyx asked in surprise. In her impression, although her husband Roland was not infallible, he always made meticulous arrangements and prepared several contingency plans. She had not expected him to be this aggressive this time.
"With so many dragons at our side, isn't getting cocky perfectly normal?" Roland said solemnly. What he was considering now was how to steamroll them without letting the griffins escape.
"Faster, faster, faster! We need to hurry!" Legolas spurred his horse onward, snow mixed with dirt flying up beneath