Arad fell from the sky and landed on his feet, shattering the ground and throwing a mountain of snow into the air. His eyes burned purple as he stood, glaring straight at the dragon and his army.
"Choose, come and die, or flee and live."
The white dragon roared an order to all of the trolls, commanding them to bring him Arad's head.
With the dragon's words, all of the trolls charged forward like a massive pack of wolves. The biggest one was over ten meters tall, and the smallest were tiny goblins that couldn't even reach a meter in height.
Ugly, poor, and vile beings. They've tasted the flesh of the innocent and now can't get enough of it. Arad could hear their thoughts, feel their hunger, and he was glad that his Kobolds and beavers were more civilised than those monsters.
