Looking at the men, Zaroth didn't know if he should feel disappointed or not.
He had already defeated a small army, so he was expecting an even bigger and stronger force. Yet before him were about a dozen men riding upon lizards' backs.
Only a dozen, not hundreds or thousands, and they did not wear flashy gear either.
Were these not men from the army but some kind of bandit group, or were they the elite of the elite forces their army had, and had judged that they would be able to take Zaroth and his dragon?
"Well, I really hope that it is the latter. I want to fight someone strong," he muttered as he took a step forward, ready to meet them with his odachi in hand.
