The grudge from being used as cannon fodder to attract the Swift Roc had been washed away by the first scream of the Death Roar.
Compared to the fate of the Swift Roc, which was skinned and boned with its soul squeezed dry, how carefree was his life now?
Not only was he alive, but he also had a certain freedom and could keep his own Dragon's Nest Treasure.
Even a fool could guess that his next move would be to claim all the treasures that the Swift Roc had accumulated over the years as his own.
Gaven casually tossed the head of the Swift Roc to him and chided with a laugh, "Stop brown-nosing here, come on, there's a ton of stuff waiting for us to do!"
Having said that, he mounted the Half-Moon Colt, taking the young Red Dragon with him and headed straight for the Garden Forest.
Leaving only the towering backsides to those deformed humans and Gnolls that came out upon hearing the news, left to look up in admiration.
