"I represent my Master to take over the forces of White Dragon Mountain. I am Andrew Gordra. Please hand over the authority," the powerful swordsman removed his helmet, revealing his handsome, fair face. His eyes were burning in purple flames, representing the core ability of him advancing to Level Ten.
"I wonder if Lord Garen..."
"Master is extremely busy and has no time to attend to this little matter," Andrew cut off the Great Elder's speech.
"Little matter!!?" The Great Elder expression fell.
The entire White Dragon Clan switching allegiance was a little matter?! She forced down her heart of dissatisfaction and piled up a smile.
"Our main clan is facing the pressure of the Abyssal Demon Dragons and is in imminent peril. I wonder if Lord Garen is...?"
