Their real plan?
Rhode frowned, clasping his hands behind his back as he looked at the demon before him.
Wasn't your plan to summon venomous spiders, make some troll zombies, and then take Wildhammer Castle? What other new plan could you possibly have?
Probably another stalling tactic.
As Rhode pondered this, Lord Flagar's body suddenly seemed to grow much larger.
No.
It wasn't that the Wildhammer dwarf had grown larger. Another body had abruptly emerged from within him.
This body looked almost exactly like Mal'Ganis had.
Perhaps the shape or color of the horns differed a little? Rhode certainly couldn't tell.
Rhode wasn't an expert who could identify every different Ultraman, so he couldn't tell the dreadlords apart either.
They were all just giant bats, anyway!
As Balnazzar revealed his true form, the poor Wildhammer dwarf lord collapsed to the ground without a sound.
The moment a dreadlord had possessed him, his death had already been sealed.
"Very good, young earl." Balnazzar chuckled. "It seems you do want to know our plan. Then, as long as you agree to a few conditions..."
BOOM!
Before Balnazzar could finish, a sudden explosion rang out.
What happened?
A sharp pain shot through Balnazzar. He looked down and discovered, to his horror, a gaping hole in his chest!
Flames still sizzled around the edges of the hole.
Rhode stood smiling at him, fire glowing in his hand.
"Did I say I wanted to hear your plan?" Rhode fired another fireball as he spoke. This one struck Balnazzar in the face.
"Back to your Twisting Nether!"
With Rhode's shout, Balnazzar's entire body seemed to turn into countless black bats, scattering in every direction.
The sudden turn of events stunned everyone present.
Falstad Wildhammer stared at Rhode, eyes wide. "You... why did you kill him? I