Neither side seemed to have sustained any deaths in this first battle, but the knights had clearly lost a powerful ally.
Willis felt anger rise in his heart at his green dragon companion's severe injuries, but he grit his teeth and suppressed his emotions.
He waved his hand and the witcher-knight army, already waiting in formation, started to advance slowly.
The humiliation and pain the Mages inflicted on him would be paid back tenfold... a hundredfold. And the price they will be paying in would be their lives!
Willis could already tell that the number of Mages on the other side were not very many. There were at best only two dozens of them. Moreover, most of them were low-grade Mages. There wasn't a single high-grade Mage among them that could make him feel fear and respect.
