Putting the greataxe away, Joshua watched the corpse of the fallen dragon, and was silent for a moment. Then he turned on his heel and soared upwards.
Back on the second layer of the dragon lair, he slashed his sword through the air, a flurry of wind as sharp as blades eviscerating the throat of the other dragon he'd cut down earlier. Its leg severed, near-death from grievous loss of blood, this latest attack upon it caused even more blue blood to come splurting out from beneath its scales. The excruciating pain jolted the dragon back to consciousness for just a moment, but after a few brief seconds, it slipped back into eternal slumber, never to awaken.
Now, all of the northern dragons in the lair at White Dragon Peak had been exterminated by Joshua. Including the ones that the warrior had killed outside the lair, he had slain a total of thirteen mature dragons.
As for dragonlings and ancient dragons, he hadn't encountered a single one.
