And this so-called dragon horde was the product of the invasion.
After all, no matter what they're called, they have that unique, disgusting stench of subspace creatures, and that's something that can't be changed.
Duanmu Huai finished the milk in his cup, stood up, and walked to the mission board. In this world, where there are dragons, naturally, there are occupiers who hunt dragons. They are known as Dragon Hunters. All Dragon Hunters possess a silver sword, of course, in Duanmu Huai's eyes, the silver sword they wield is not merely a simple sword made of silver. Such an attack can sever the spiritual energy flow within a dragon, thereby killing it.
Of course, Duanmu Huai doesn't need such a weapon. Just relying on his Blood Blade is enough.
Let's go hunting today as well.
With this thought, Duanmu Huai withdrew his gaze, selected a mission, and then turned and left the tavern.
Right now, he didn't know where he should go, so he might as well revisit old haunts.
