At this moment, he almost saw himself capturing the young dragon and bringing three elves back to the guild's stronghold, receiving commendations from above, and directly rising to become a senior manager of the Sorren Commerce!
Power, fame, and a wealth of riches... all seemed to be beckoning to him!
At this moment, even as a Silver Warrior, he couldn't help but breathe heavily.
However, as he led more than a hundred team members into the depression, he found it empty and barren, with nothing in sight...
"Where's the Golden Dragon?"
Andris was slightly taken aback.
He shouldn't have been mistaken, the creature definitely flew in this direction!
The afternoon sun was scorching, baking the earth, making Andris's heart, stirred by the Golden Dragon, even more restless.
A breeze blew, carrying the sand from the Death Desert.
Covering his nose, Andris frowned and glanced at the surrounding high ground, saying,
"Let's check the high ground."
