A group of experts arrived at the battlefield, met with nothing but ruins and wreckage, the giant dragon was nowhere to be seen. They hurried up only to find they were one step too late.
Seeing the injured Northern nobles, Duke Aefero's anger was completely ignited, his eyes glared fiercely at everyone.
Hudson's face wasn't good either; if his subordinates were making fools of themselves, as their commander-in-chief, he lost his face as well.
As he took a look at the ruined warehouse and glanced at the northern nobles that were pretending, he mocked, "Order down immediately to seal off the scene, and inspect the residual ruins!
Anyone who dares to destroy the scene will be punished as a accomplice of the Orcs, the whole clan's responsibility will be investigated."
"Fire Dragon Burns the Barn," it should at least burn it clean.
Food and cloth could be ashed in the fire, and it made sense, but the weapon armor, even being burnt, must leave something behind.
