"King! There are too many enemies! There aren't enough golems!" The dwarf attendant implied bluntly to Visergg that he should do something. The King of the Dwarves really wanted to, but as a mere mortal, he couldn't control the Father of All Dragons, right.
"Uncle! Why doesn't the great Father of All Dragons help us?"
It's strange, the Father of All Dragons hangs overhead, witnessing the dark mass of the insect army. He should at least help, but now, not even a burst of fire, nor a loud shout can be heard.
Upon this, the Red Dragon Priest snorted coldly.
"Do not question the Father of All Dragons, scrutinize yourself."
Fleisheimer remained silent, giving the Dwarf King a knowing look.
Visergg felt he understood; his recent disloyal remarks must have displeased the Father of All Dragons. Treating the massive dragon as a supreme deity is absolutely unacceptable. He must show the dwarves' reverence for the dragon, put simply, he needed to speak more flatteries.
