"Please trust us this time, the conflict on the continent really can't escalate any further, there have already been enough human and dragon casualties."
"You are humans!" Muria stared at these red-clothed grand archbishops, the flames in his eyes burning brighter, a stifling atmosphere enveloping the palace.
"Don't tell me you don't know what would happen if a female Silver Dragon fell into human hands?"
What fate awaits a captured Silver Dragon? One only needs to look at the unrelenting slave hunting teams of the Elves. There are many high-ranking individuals among humans who, in their desire to assert their dominance, are fond of purchasing these powerful beings of different races.
The red-clothed grand archbishops sighed lightly. In comparison to the Silver Dragons, Muria was far too dominant, pushing them away after just a brief conversation. They couldn't afford to fall out with these dragons over a few wicked dragon hunters, it just wasn't worth it.
