"Lord Sel, do you honestly have the corpse of an extraordinary dragon in your hands?"
Richard fixed his gaze on the dungeon hero in front of him.
He wanted to discern the truth about the other party's words.
An extraordinary was not a Chinese cabbage. It was a top-tier existence in the upper levels of the pyramid.
He was very clear about what this meant.
The extraordinary hunter has 70% damage, but it could still slaughter wyverns at will.
The value of an extraordinary dragon corpse was not something few words could explain.
Sel Bloodhoof nodded with a complex look in his eyes.
After he released a long breath, his voice became a little modulated.
"My father hunted that extraordinary dragon."
"A few months ago, he passed away due to a relapse of his old injuries. The main reason was that dragon."
Sel Bloodhoof said a few about this topic. After he adjusted his mood, he looked at Richard with a burning gaze.
