Riding on the broad back of the Fire Dragon, the other Holy Empire Envoy, clad in Dark Gold Scale Armor, shouted into the Gale:
"Wales!"
"His Majesty the Emperor's orders are to prioritize protecting the Dwarf Cannon Shooters who've turned to our side! Cover their retreat to the border fortress. Kill anyone who approaches on sight!"
"For now, ignore the ones who haven't been turned!"
"Focus on wiping out the enemy's other conventional troops!"
"Remember, your mission is to protect the Dwarf Cannon Shooters, not to annihilate the enemy... so just stack as many Bloodthirsty Layers as you can. Don't worry about it!"
At his words, the Divine Gift, Ancient Fire Dragon Wales, let out a responsive roar. Blazing flames ignited in its draconic eyes as its massive body deftly turned in mid-air and dove toward the enemy forces closing in on the artillery line.
"Understood!"
