"So, in the past few decades, there are fewer and fewer young members of the Dragon Race... because everyone is targeting the Dragon Race for the kill."
"Indeed, after killing a dragon you can obtain dragon blood, dragon horns, dragon teeth, dragon bones, dragon scales, all the materials you need. You can construct magical fortifications on-site and cast large-scale destructive spells."
"In the end, it's just a deliberate attack on the Dragon Race. No other species in the top ten is not flourishing in numbers; losing a bit of talent means nothing to them. Only with us, the Dragon Race, it takes hundreds of years to grow..."
"This is outright murder! It's completely unfair!"
"Fairness?"
Naija snorted coldly, opening her mouth, two troll fangs pierced through her temporal sockets, issuing a low, muffled sound:
"There's no such thing as fairness, if you want fairness, go to the Empire, the Corporation, the Temple, any place that advocates law and civilization."
