After leaving the hall, the Red Dragon Queen and Minato's group boarded the Holy Church's Flying Shuttle and headed toward northern Azeroth.
Along the way, the scenery below streamed backward like streaks of light. The Red Dragon Queen once again marveled at the power of the tools invented by the Holy Church, while Minato and the others were long accustomed to them.
"At the Flying Shuttle's speed, we should reach our destination in about half an hour. Lord Madara, Lord First, we'll be counting on you when we get there." Watching the location marker race across the Optical Computer, Minato spoke excitedly to Madara and the others.
The Red Dragon Queen's beautiful eyes shifted. "Why didn't you bring my Red Dragon Legion? Can just a handful of us eliminate the undead across such a vast area?"
"There's no need. They're nothing but cannon fodder. Besides, however many of those piles of bones come at us, we'll wipe them out." Madara answered indifferently, his expression cold and haughty.
The Red Dragon Queen felt a flicker of irritation. Wasn't this man a little too arrogant? Who on the entire continent of Azeroth would dare call my Red Dragon Legion weak? "Are you sure you don't need my legion?" Ignoring Madara, she turned to Minato.
"Well... Lady Guardian, Lord Madara may be right. When the time comes, um... just leave it to us." Minato really didn't want to undermine this continental guardian's confidence, but that was simply the truth. Without opponents on their level, monsters like Madara and Lord First would slaughter everything in their path.
"Hmph! I hope your fists are as tough as your talk!" With that, the Red Dragon Queen folded her arms and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. She wanted nothing more to do with these arrogant visitors