"What is that?"
"By Moradin, it's giant dragons! And a Gold Dragon at that!"
"I have never seen such a huge and beautiful dragon; it looks just like a statue cast in gold!"
"Is this our reinforcement?"
The Gold Dragon appeared on the horizon, with all the Dwarves on the city walls raising their heads in astonishment, even temporarily forgetting the Orcs' assault.
The Orcs also noticed this uninvited guest and were shocked to find that the Gold Dragon was diving towards them.
—The face with whiskers was especially majestic, like the pupil of a boiling golden pool filled with rage.
The Orcish officers, Shamans, immediately felt an overwhelming aura weighing on their shoulders, and they hastily shouted in panic.
"It's a Gold Dragon!"
"This guy must be the Dwarves' ally! Quick, shoot down this damned gold-scaled lizard!"
Upon hearing the order, the Orcs hastily raised their crude bows and arrows, shooting a volley of arrows at the Gold Dragon in the sky.