As Prince Benitez and the eight Drow matriarchs stumbled up the City Wall, the ferocious Feilengcui air force was already less than two or three miles away from Lusen City.
In the mournful sound of horns, teams of Cow-Eagle People flocked, spreading their wings, snatching spears, and gliding down from the snowy cliff caves.
"My goodness!" Prince Benitez grinned, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, as he clearly saw eight huge-bodied, muscular Golden Dual-headed Giant Dragons, followed by densely packed Chimaera Cavalry, plus dozens of dolphin-like flyers, with the Feilengcui Lord leading, overlooking all beings with contempt.
Two of the eight Drow matriarchs plopped down to the ground.
This time, the Feilengcui Lord had changed his mount; he was riding on a Giant serpentine that resembled blue crystal, with legs as thick as Roman columns and four pairs of aqua blue elemental wings shielding the sky.
