The appearance of several Frost Dragons undoubtedly caused quite a stir.
If there hadn't been people on their backs, the guards on the arrow towers and City Wall would probably have started firing their giant crossbows long ago.
But when the Frost Dragons landed one after another outside the Hunter Association, cramming the already narrow road full, the tense guards quickly relaxed.
That was because they had already seen that most of the people jumping down from the dragons' backs belonged to several of the Association's top-ranked elite teams, such as the Black Sword Team and Blue Rose. There were even some Dwarves from deep within the mountains.
"Hey! Peter Mock! How did you get these dragons to obey you so obediently?"
A Trainee Hunter hidden among the crowd shouted at the top of his lungs.
You must know that Great Dragons were the undisputed rulers of this world. Even quite a few players who had crossed over had died at the hands of the True Dragon Lords. Their personalities were therefore far prouder, more arrogant, and more contemptuous of others than dragons from other fantasy worlds.
Some ill-tempered Dragon Kings would even destroy an entire country to vent their dissatisfaction and hatred.
Thus, in the eyes of most ordinary people, dragons were powerful species far superior to their own kind, let alone creatures that could be tamed by humans.
"Heh! Of course it is thanks to the power of official Hunters! This sort of thing can't be explained with words. You'll understand once you become official Hunters too," Peter Mock replied with a grin.
Having successfully captured the Frost Dragon King Olasadark Heliliar, he was clearly in an excellent mood.
After all, competing against most of the Hunter Association's elite, the Black Sword Team had managed to stand out