"The Warheads, my Lord?" There was a tinge of disbelief in Brom's voice. "But they're not yet complete."
"You heard it right," Ogni said. His face was stern, looking at the approaching army of destruction. By his rough guess, they were outnumbered by ten to one. "Or would you rather get squashed by those golems or snatched by that dragon?"
"I'll help him, Brandon," a yellow-skinned orc said. He had the same height as Ogni, but he was leaner.
[Oxbow, Level 200, God Rank—Tier 200, Orc Mechanic (Vice-Guild Leader of Armada).]
Ogni nodded. Brom and Oxbow then disappeared amidst the bustle.
Meanwhile, Aildrin pulled Papa Bear back when he almost charged ahead. "Calm down. Your brother will see us!"
"Dragon!" The orc resisted and dragged Aildrin with his massive weight. "I must get to the dragon first! No one rides the dragon, but Papa Bear!"
"Young Master?" a deep female voice sounded from behind the two.
