Berigard extended his hand and made clear his intention. His voice was clear and his words were precise with no hint of mixing things between.
RUMBLE… RUMBLE… thunder clouds gathered onto the sky and brightened the area with their lightning.
The Lightning Draconic Serpent glared at Berigard before hissing "You puny orc, you dare look down on this one? Even if I die, I shall not subdue under anyone. Much less to someone who can only best me by using their numbers. If you have guts stop relying on your underlings and fight me one on one".
When the Diluvian High Orcs heard its remark, they couldn't help but snicker. The intention of the Lightning Draconic serpent was blatantly clear, since it was losing against their numbers, it wanted to fight with their general who was the most powerful one among them and get him out of the way first.
Only a fool would fall for such an obvious trap and put their advantage down.
