Dragon Roars echoed one after another.
The plant-covered mountains were burning madly at an unprecedented speed.
It was not just the elves.
Even Lifeforms of other races, so long as they were within this area,
were being slaughtered indiscriminately.
After all, dragons and elves truly shared a hatred as deep as the sea.
It was beyond words.
Inside the Elf City, atop a house engulfed in roaring flames,
Orsaga lay comfortably amid the fire, beaming as he watched it all.
Every so often, he even uttered a few lines Bloodthirsty Autobot loved to say.
"The smell of blood is so delicious!"
"I just love scenes where blood flows into rivers!"
All that could be said was that it made people feel awed without knowing why.
As he sighed,
several hot dogs materialized out of thin air, automatically grilling themselves in the blaze caused by Dragon Breath, complete with delicious sauces of every flavor for Orsaga to enjoy as he pleased.
Within the city, the remaining resistance forces, unlike the leisurely Orsaga, were still fighting desperately.
As a large city of the Elf race,
its defensive forces had some real substance to them.
There were nearly fifteen elves of Legendary Rank,
and most had followed the path of Magic and Martial Arts Dual Cultivation, a route well suited to the Elf race's strengths.
Among experts of the same rank, their strength was by no means weak.
At the very least, they were above average.
Especially when combined with the magic equipment the Elf race had collected over countless years!
It was enough to make them a force no one could afford to take lightly!
But right now, all of that was truly meaningless.
When tens of thousands of dragons spread their wings at once, freely spewing Dragon Breath and destroying everything