Roar! Zi Lian carried Fenglin Shulan steadily through the sky. It was not that he could not fly faster, but Fenglin Shulan could not handle it. The training she had received was nowhere near enough for her to go sightseeing on a giant dragon. Without a Dragon Rider Contract, a dragon could not link with its rider's Dragon Power to form a wind-breaking barrier that protected the rider from the buffeting air currents.
"Dragon! It's Lagrange's dragon!" Arseff, like the other soldiers, raised his head to gaze at the Dragon Riders wheeling through the sky. A mere few hundred meters of altitude was unimaginably out of reach for them. The sky and earth divided their worlds like an impassable chasm, and these people of Gondor could only stand where they were and watch the soaring dragon with envy.
"When will we have dragons of our own?" a Gondor militiaman asked longingly. Arseff's expression immediately darkened. Gondor could not even lay a hand on a Dragon Scale! They could not even find where dragons were. The kingdom's only visible Two-legged Wyvern was slippery as an eel, leaving Denethor II, who had been full of ambition to advise his grandfather and father to establish a Dragon Knight Regiment, utterly deflated. (He really dared to dream of a Dragon Knight Regiment...)
Denethor II could only settle for the next best thing and prepare to arm a drake cavalry regiment, but they had no time to gather enough drakes for him, so that plan was temporarily shelved.
"We will!" Arseff clenched his fists and declared firmly.
"Stand the hell in line, you pieces of trash!" The voices of the Romanian Royal Knight Order Knights interrupted Arseff's thoughts. Looking up, he saw a group of Lagrange Knights on horseback lashing the militiamen who had just