"Betrayal! Inferior creatures! How dare you betray me!"
The Cliff Snake Dragon let out a harrowing roar, spewing a poisonous mist at the Elder Shaman. The giant wolf phantom enshrouding the Elder Shaman agilely leaped to narrowly avoid the poison of the Cliff Snake Dragon.
"Mighty Giant Dragon, please slay the evil serpent for us!"
"You shall gain the friendship of the Howling Moon Clan, earn their reverence and offerings!"
The Elder Shaman shouted upward.
Upon hearing this, although the strange relationship between the clan and the Snake Dragon remained indeterminable, Galos was certain that the two were not of one mind.
This would make things easier.
Now, the Cliff Snake Dragon was severely injured and deteriorating in condition, and aside from the Death Curse, posed little threat.
Galos folded his wings, no longer hovering high above, and plunged downward, landing with a crash amid the tense and frightened gazes of the Werewolves.
Whoosh!
