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A tall Dragon Born Lizardman groaned in pure frustration, still incapable of believing that the useless of Erdremath ended getting slain so easily by the Summoner.
"That damn useless fatass! How come he died so easily?! What's going on?! Aren't the troops enough? We have thousands! How is it possible for the Summoner to be able to overcome us. It's impossible that he has infinite Mana or something, and I've heard his Summons even have limits too. But… he just keeps advancing relentlessly!"
Unlike Erdremath, he was slightly taller at thirteen meters, with a much longer and skinnier body, sharp claws, and scales of gray color, with both of his eyes of crimson red color, and two ring-shaped horns at each side of his head.
Wielding a giant black and gold colored spear, the Draconic General sat over a throne made out of the combined bones of thousands of Elves which he personally fused together using his Dragon Tongue magic.
