"Your Excellencies, the dragon race has only just arrived in this world. Could there be some kind of misunderstanding between us?"
Monjebel was a black dragon, the leader of this expeditionary force, and the most powerful of the dragons who had made the journey.
At first, he had no intention of talking to his opponents. Anyone who dared to provoke the dragon race deserved only to be annihilated.
But after he and the green dragon, Kork, had fought together for a while, he was forced to admit that the attacking demigods were incredibly powerful. He and Kork would not be able to break the hybrid magical formation anytime soon.
"A misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?" Arthas's icy voice echoed from within the storm, followed by two more surprise attacks from his blade. "Even if there is, you'll have to beat us before we're willing to talk!"
Two dragon phantoms roared in unison, combining their strength to block the attack.
