"The parents of that Evil Dragon? Hahaha! That's fine! I kidnapped his Elves! Killed nearly half and enslaved the other half! That Evil Dragon might have heard the news too!
He knows he's no match for me, so he called for his parents! That's good! Parents against parents! Let's see who's stronger! As long as we defeat the parents of that Evil Dragon! No dragon can shelter him!
Then we can use bloodline tracking magic to easily find that Evil Dragon! And kill it!"
Count Dorne shouted excitedly.
"There's no doubt about it! Father, you are the strongest among all the influential Counts! The entire territory has over thirty experts above level fifteen! An army of fifteen thousand!! A mere Giant Dragon! What is it in comparison!
Even a Legend, facing father's army, would have no return!" Dorne's son flattered.
"How many days until they get here?"
Count Dorne wasn't pleased by his son's flattery and continued to ask.
"Two more days."
