It was noon and the sun was shining brightly.
Garen faced the faint golden sunlight and flew at high speed in the sky. His huge body created a huge white hole in the clouds.
Behind him, Red Dragon Earl, who was one size larger than garen, followed garen closely in the sky, only a few dozen meters behind.
The two true dragons had a clear goal.
The Baji Plains.
It had been two days since he agreed to help Alva Duchy in the war. According to the intelligence from the front line, the Golden Alliance Army had completely penetrated deep into the Baji Plains. They had set up camp and were now in a confrontation with the last defense Force of the Timo Kingdom.
Both sides temporarily bided their time and waited for the right time.
Garen felt that he would be too conspicuous if he were to go alone.
His silver scales were too easily mistaken for a Silver Dragon.
