"These bandits! Liars!"
"They actually dared to steal Lord Mairrel's treasure while he was away," the Little Black Dragon thought.
The Little Black Dragon was furious, and the consequences were severe.
It did not hesitate and immediately flapped its wings, flying up to rush back to its castle to defend its treasure to the death.
However, just as it dashed out of the town, a familiar and obnoxious voice echoed in its mind:
"If you wish to become part of someone else's dragon-slaying legend, then go ahead and return on your own."
Mairrel halted.
It looked towards the direction of the temple, its eyes bloodshot:
"What do you mean?"
The voice sighed,
"The Divine Favored of the God of Winter and Hunting has arrived, possessing the strength of the Lower Gold. My clansmen have already encountered him."
The Divine Favored!
Mairrel's pupils contracted slightly.
Having witnessed Eve's tactics, it had already developed a fear of the power of True Gods.
