"Winged lizard! Dare to come down and take my sword?!"
The Evil Wolf General slaughtered the surrounding monsters, a furious battle cry erupting from the helmet's gap, the sound waves soaring to the clouds, full of unabashed provocation and battle intent.
At the moment of hearing the sound.
Three pairs of cold Dragon Eyes simultaneously locked onto the tiny yet exceptionally eye-catching figure on the ground.
Not because they were angered by the provocation of a lowly creature, the Ignas Dragon Group was long impervious to such trifles. Their gaze was due to a mutual agreement.
This Rune Knight displayed strength far beyond the ordinary leader, with a threat level extremely high. If left unchecked, he could cause immeasurable damage to the clan army of the Molten Iron Tribe. Besides, the Dragon Race did not shy away from warrior-against-warrior, general-against-general combat; unrestrained slaughtering of minions was boring to them.
"I'll handle him!"
