Dave rode through the wilds in the darkness of the night; his regiment was following tightly behind. A few hours after, he heard the gale of the wind roaring above him. His gazed up and noticed a great shadow looming in the veil of the night. This shadow he knew, it was that of the great black dragon.
Dave's heart thumped in panic, 'Fuck, it's already out!'.
He hurriedly rummaged through his inventory, looking for his teleportation scroll. But right before he was going to tear it, then he noticed that the dragon wasn't interested in him as it coursed through the night toward the east.
"It must be going for the guildies, well that's none of my concern. I hope my friends get out of this safely. Boyz! Keep moving!" Dave kept riding toward Urburg.
The Wilds were quiet this night. The dragon probably caused this. Most monsters kept hiding, other than Leonard, Dave didn't think that anything in the wilds could threaten his survival as he was with his undead.
