"Qiangfeng!"
Prince Sorrenberg would never engage in close combat with a dragon. He raised his hand to summon countless storm sprites, relying on the stronger sailing capability of the [Storm Lord] over the White Dragon to steadily keep his distance.
He added stormforged weapons to the alchemical cannon, pouring endless firepower onto his opponent, unwaveringly executing kiting tactics.
In the process, he also vented his pent-up frustration onto the [Ice Glacier Kiss].
"I can't beat my father-in-law, but can I not beat you? Blow it up! Blow it up! Blow it up!"
The situation for him and Byron was quite similar; both had eloped with someone else's daughter, a treasure of a Fifth Order Pseudo-God.
However, the final outcomes were vastly different.
Byron's fists were tough, and Whaler's attitude when speaking to him was extremely nice.
Often inquiring about his well-being and sharing his lifelong commercial secrets with him, treating him as the heir to his mantle.
