"Our great Lord said that as long as we take down that Alpha-level giant this time, we'll be granted a piece of land when we invade the south next time!"
Thunderwing was lounging on the lap of a burly bear-man, his cock buried deep inside her, as she relayed Lord Ariel's orders while moaning with pleasure.
"Thunderwing, is this giant really that strong?"
"Even the three of us can't handle it?"
The one speaking was Greenstorm, his voice raspy and metallic, like a heavy metal vocalist.
"If our Lord is paying attention to them, you can bet that giant isn't weak!"
"And this time, the invasion force doesn't just include four Alpha-level powerhouses. There's also an Abyssal dragon!"
The mention of the dragon made Greenstorm, Darkbolt, and Silvershock—the three bear-man brothers—gasp in shock.
"Thunderwing, the giant we're up against… it wouldn't happen to be Lord Gareth's lover, would it?"
