In the pumpkin patch, the furious Melo slapped the great dragon like a 'mosquito'.
"Good!"
"Smash him to pieces!"
Standing on the city wall, Balk was enjoying the view through the Arcane Telescope.
From time to time, he used the Arcane Microphone in his hand to direct the Sky Knights on their flying mounts to drive the escaping dragons back.
The knights riding on pegasi were like 'sheepdogs', whichever direction the evil dragons tried to break through and escape, they would charge that way.
The evil dragons and the Dragon Knights on their backs were completely bewildered.
Watching as the Silver Knight on a white pegasus hurled strange bottles at them with great force.
The rational string in the minds of those nobles from The Six Great Empires snapped with a 'pop'.
"Dammit!!!!" A knight of The Dragon Club cursed angrily, "I'm okay with being hit by those abyssal fiend-sized potatoes and corn!"
"But who do you think you are?! How dare you block my path!?"
