It just depended on whether the hunters could seize the opportunity.
Leonard Churchill squinted his eyes and murmured to himself while watching the Red Dragon, "If we can really kill it, the reward would certainly be astonishing."
Superior Demon, those were top-notch materials.
Having benefited last time, he instinctively had the same thought this time.
...
Seeing the Flying Dragons approaching from the sky, the white-robed Mage Gandalf's face changed dramatically.
He made a decisive call and bellowed, "Quick! Lighten the load and fall back to Ironforge City!"
With that, the old man swung his staff and knocked out the last Flying Dragon entangled with him, then started muttering and chanting some cryptic incantations under his breath.
A moment later, his robe started swirling with a whirlwind, visibly lightening his body.
Then the little old man actually started floating in mid-air and took the lead in retreating!
