"Such arrogance, do you think—relying on these thousands of ragged troops, you can oppose the mighty giant dragons?" Grotar roared, pouring all his grievances onto the enemies before him.
His massive dragon claws swung, stirring up a howling gale mixed with blood, scattering dismembered bodies everywhere, a large number of commoners died miserably.
Blood stained his scales red, Grotar's face twisted, his eyes flickered, emitting a hoarse low growl, enjoying the thrill of slaughter.
When tormenting the weak, Grotar always felt immense pleasure—this was the nature of Green Dragons, unlike Red Dragons who relish battling strong foes, Green Dragons would always actively choose the weakest enemies.
The humans frantically fired, but the bullets hit the Green Dragon's body, either bouncing off the hard scales directly or skewed away, sometimes even mistakenly harming nearby humans.
"Help!"
"Don't kill me!"
