It did not take Roy long to spot several black dots appearing ahead in the high altitude.
Those black dots were naturally dragons flying through the sky. Beside them were several smaller black dots—the Silver Pegasus Knights of the Elf Race.
Dragons were all enormous in body size. Roy only saw them as black dots because he was still far away from them. In truth, if Roy were placed beside a dragon for comparison, an adult Green Dragon would be at least ten times his size!
Even Greater Demons standing five or six meters tall had to jump to reach a dragon's neck with their blades. The dragons' strength was no exaggeration; in terms of raw flesh and blood alone, few races could compare to them.
Roy naturally could not catch up, so he trailed far behind them. Looking down, he spotted the Elf Race's pursuing forces on the ground.
This force was led by only one elven druid. The other two Heroes seemed to have led their troops around in another direction and were temporarily outside Roy's sight. The Green Dragons, Emerald Dragons, and Gold Dragons were the true main force pursuing Serlun. It was precisely because they clung so tightly to him from the skies that Serlun had been unable to shake off his pursuers.
In the short time Roy watched, the dragons took turns diving toward the ground, breathing dragon fire before flying back up again. They continuously attacked Serlun as he ran below, leaving him with no chance to prepare teleportation magic and escape.
Serlun was truly in a sorry state now. He could not understand why the Elf Race insisted on pursuing him so relentlessly.
In fact, aside from Roy's declaration of war enraging the Elf Race because Serlun had dared to set his sights