"Damn it! That giant Orion—how does he have an Abyssal Dragon?" Slagor muttered to himself, his mind racing with questions. "Could he be connected to Lord Gareth? Did Gareth give him that dragon?"
Frustration and anger twisted Slagor's face as he continued to speculate. As the chieftain of the Poison Dragon Swamp, Slagor wasn't just powerful—he was also a cunning lizardman (poison dragon). The moment Orion summoned the Abyssal Dragon, Slagor had lost the will to continue fighting.
Now, in hindsight, Slagor regretted his actions. If he had known that the Black Forest truly had two Alpha-level warriors, he would never have dared to steal the spoils Clymene had claimed in battle. And now, for a few magical potions, he had lost an arm.
The cost of this encounter had been far too high.
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