Dirtclaw swallowed the hellhound blood lingering in his mouth, looked towards the north, his tone chillingly cold.
"I see it clearly now. These hellhounds have encountered stronger beings; they fundamentally look down on me."
"They are unwilling to submit to me!"
"I won't give them another chance."
At this moment, Thundar, riding his dark fiend, came forward and also gazed northwards.
"We need to get moving. We've wasted a considerable amount of time here."
Dirtclaw nodded and was just about to take off when a sudden gust of strong wind appeared, bringing all three of them to a halt.
A violent tornado materialized, and Gustalon's figure appeared within it.
"A group of Windfoot Freaks is attacking from the west. They're likely enemy reinforcements."
"Their numbers are large. By My Lord's order, do not engage them in a large-scale battle. You should lead your troops and withdraw from this area."
