"Humans are so damn cunning," Aldous muttered to himself, watching the distant duel. "They're always scheming over what the other one has. Too smart for their own good. Being smart is the root of all trouble. Ogres have it right. Eat 'til you're full, take a nap. Simple."
He kept grumbling. The fact that Torin and King Harold couldn't manage to seriously injure each other was delaying him from completing his own mission.
Go on, hit each other, he thought. Beat each other half to death. That'll make my job a hell of a lot easier.
The battle between the Legendary-level lords was a strange affair. With the non-essential members on both sides holding back and going through the motions, the front line was a stalemate.
But for the war below the Legendary level, it was a total rout for the Northern Coalition. The root cause was the intervention of Lorelia and the abyssal dragon.
