William urged the Undead Wyvern to make a beeline towards the Bone Dragon that was twice its size.
The Half-Elf knew that he couldn't allow the Dragon to get near the Stadium. Once it decided to go on a rampage and unleash its Dragon Breath, everything they worked hard to protect would be all for naught.
He was still reeling from the discovery that he had made a few minutes ago, and the stinging pain inside his head was making things worse.
'Too bad I can't convert this dragon in my current state.' William felt regretful as he neared the Bone Dragon whose glowing eyes had already locked onto his body.
Instead of backing away, the Half-Elf urged his flying mount to go faster.
The Undead Wyvern heeded William's orders and flapped its mighty wings. The dragon didn't expect William to ram its body using his mount, so it was too late to do anything when the two collided in mid-air.
