The snow dust settled, revealing the two figures who landed from the sky just now.
"If not for your master, brat, I wouldn't even have come here!"
The enraged voice came from a tall man whose complexion resembled that of a pepper spray victim. If one watched closely, it was caused by the appearance of his dragon scales while transfigured.
His two dragon horns spiraling vertically, as well as his golden iris and black pupils, indicated that he was a transfigured dragon.
High King Garron and Veron could feel the domineering aura leaking out of this funny-looking person.
Beside him was a shorter human carrying a 2.5-meter-long halberd with a sharp red-colored blade at the tip. His hair was blown to left, covering the fact that he was bald on that side.
"Stop right there!", High King Garron threatened.
Everyone was anxious about the impending danger and these two strangers suddenly arrived uninvited at the center of their formation.
