"Raylo, think this through!"
Baron Mengde roared.
"You're causing trouble now and delaying His Highness's important business. Are you trying to oppose His Highness?"
Raylo burst out laughing.
"Mengde, who do you think you are? You don't have the right to represent His Highness."
"You're always using His Highness's name to commit your evil deeds. Today, I'll teach you a lesson on his behalf!"
With that, Raylo stopped talking to him and steered his Storm Griffin back to the front of his own formation.
Raylo urged his Storm Griffin forward. The current from its flapping wings made the banner of Black Stone Territory behind him flutter violently.
"Mengde."
Raylo's voice carried clearly to everyone's ears.
"I'm giving you one last chance. Hand over all the remnants of the Blood Wolf Corps and compensate for the damages. Otherwise, after today, Ironthorn Territory will cease to exist."
