They repeatedly praised, and the voices of all the black-feathered people also recited.
Solemnity filled this scene.
The great messenger pondered at the scene. It then sat back on the undead dragon.
'Whoosh!'
The undead dragon flapped its wings and flew away from the hill.
"Pray, believers of our god, in the most pious way.
"The Great God is watching us."
The great messenger pulled the reins not far away from the hill. And the Crimson Moon slowly halted the skeletal blood dragon.
At this moment, more than ten skeleton blood dragons flew into the sky.
The undead dragons in front of the great messenger approached. A gray-colored dwarf dressed in extravagant clothes looked at him with admiration.
"Lord Zarok, your ability is indeed extraordinary. That is already the third tribe to enrich their faith."
