494 Regrouping in Trodar (1/2)
Once the Magma Dragon had finally fallen, Bowzer didn't let up at all.
Howls sounded out as Bowzer charged for the final remaining dragon. However, Bowzer wasn't given the chance to deliver a single blow.
With Argyle staying the Magma Dragon, Dradich burrowed underground and created a sinkhole. Once the dragon's weight caused the ground below to give way, Dradich strangled and immobilized the Magma Dragon, taking damage despite his frost body. Then, Argyle charged in to deliver the finishing blows and slay the great beast.
As the duo finished the beast, Bowzer turned next to the battle between the armies. His voice shouted mentally, 'Get away from them! They're mine now!'
Jack's wives were startled by the shout but grateful for the assistance. They passed the message on to King Wilheim, who immediately began to withdraw his soldiers while remaining on guard.
The Maldor forces were excited to see the Aazoon army backing up. But that was only for a moment. The next moment, countless cries rang out from endless Maldor soldiers.
A rain of black and white fireballs fell on top of them, expanding aggressively and instantly consuming anyone who came in contact with the flames. The Maldor forces cried in despair as they tried to retreat. However, they were met by a charging Hell-flame Fox.
None managed to escape the flames, regardless of their nation of origin or their political position. Bowzer's flames showed no preference among its victims.
Watching Bowzer torch the Maldor forces to nonexistence, King Wilheim was taken aback. ”So… The legends are true?”
”Sort of… In describing the destructive ability those foxes have, they're very much true.”
A voice was heard overhead, getting the king and everyone standing on the former battlefield to look up. Sterfen smiled as he and the other gods descended. Finally, Dragas released Jin and let him stand on his own two feet, albeit wobbly for a second.
Sterfen continued, ”For now, you've won. But that doesn't mean you'll win every time or in the end.”
”Then we must hurry and retreat to Trodar,” stated King Wilheim, undeterred about their previous agreement.
”Good, then I think it's best to take your army now… How about it, Moranti?” Sterfen asked.
Moranti nodded. ”Sure, but take it easy on me. I'm not just a delivery boy, you know?”
”I know, I know.”
The duo of gods laughed together while the King gathered his men together as tightly as possible. When they were bundled up against each other, Moranti asked, ”Is there anything else you need from here? We're not coming back, apart from visiting Frostburn City.”