"Dragon God above! A wyvern flock..." Ismir murmured.
"Now I know why those drakes were gone..." Ymir gaped in shock. Aside from Dragon Island, no drake herd could coexist with a wyvern flock in the same place! And wyvern territory was far larger than that of drakes. With wings, wyverns could range several times farther than drakes!
"What kinds of dragons are there?" Ismir suddenly asked in a low voice.
"Wait, you're setting your sights on these wyverns?" Ymir stared at Ismir in disbelief. Calling him audacious was no longer enough!
"Two-legged Wyverns! We can give it a try! And even if we don't act, we can hand them over to the king!" Ismir shook his head.
"I don't believe King Roland can look at a wyvern flock this close and feel nothing! There's no way he won't be tempted! Dragon Knights depend on luck to cultivate, but Wyvern Knights don't necessarily have to! As long as these wyverns can reproduce, they'll form a viable population capable of providing the kingdom with a steady stream of wyverns!" Ismir smiled.
"You really do read people well!" After thinking it over, Ymir had to admit that Ismir's idea was feasible. For a warmonger like Roland, there was no reason for him not to be tempted. The griffin flock in the Grey Mountains was far too large, and at the time the kingdom had not been certain it could swallow that griffin population whole. Besides, the Grey Mountains bordered the Northern Territory wasteland, where large numbers of Orcs could interfere with their operations at any time. But this place was different. After the alliance sealed off the Northern Territory, the Orcs of Dol Guldur had chosen to retreat and defend, leaving a vast empty stretch between the Orcish forces throughout Mirkwood! And now,