Anselm was born in the Ashen Swamp and has lived for over eight hundred years. In this long stretch of time, he has enslaved and killed countless humanoid creatures, including, but not limited to, Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes...
He really enjoyed tasting elf maidens, which he considered a delicious delicacy, and occasionally tried young gnomes, treating them as a special snack...
But now, he has been injured like this by a group of despicable, insignificant humans!
Anger, hatred, shock, and unwillingness intertwined in those narrow, vertical pupils, but in just a moment, his pupils dispersed, and his eyes lost their brilliance.
Without the heart as the driving force, the Ancient Green Dragon's whole body lost support, those broad wings drooped powerlessly, and the enormous, hideous body fell from the sky, crashing hard onto the ground.
