Imperial center did not have many opportunities for adventurers, but regions on the margins of civilization were teeming with them. Adventurers would arrive just like that.
Now a team of adventurers had arrived in the forest, targeting a dragon slaying.
A Red Dragon Young Dragon nicknamed as Red Blood Frenzy had apparently changed its name again.
"Yes, a Young Dragon lives here, it rules a group of Orcs and has conquered half of the forest."
The campfire in the center of the camp crackled and popped.
It was still hot outside; there was no need for a fire to keep warm, nor was there any cooking needed since everyone had eaten not long ago. Actually, not having a fire wouldn't matter much, but without it, something seemed missing.
"Isn't that Young Dragon exactly why we're here?" The Human Warrior threw a stone at the campfire.
