The dragons of the extraordinary world were divided into three kinds: the children of demon dragons, who ruled through tyrannical bodies; the followers of the Dragon God, who possessed elemental energy; and Arryris, the last legacy of the Dragon Emperor.
Strictly speaking, the Wood Dragon did not belong among the top dragon species of the Eight Elements. It had the power to control all trees and plants, yet because of its flourishing vitality, it also possessed a powerful body.
Dabbling in everything did not prove it was weak. At that moment, as the dragon descended above the forest, a dense sense of oppression rolled in, and Ryan felt as if the entire forest had come alive in that instant.
Yet in the next moment, an ice-white beam of light descended from the sky. Arryris the Frost Dragon angrily unleashed its dragon breath, and frost appeared across the surface of the emerald forest, visibly freezing all vitality. The Wood Dragon let out a roar that shook the heavens, only to be met by an even more ferocious, enormous dragon claw.
The two dragons began tearing into each other deep in the forest without the slightest warning. Countless trees were destroyed by their massive bodies, making the Elves so furious they leaped about in panic. "Atra, don't fight here!"
Ryan ignored the Elves' cries. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the army forward. The instant they approached the forest, dense vines shot out from beneath the layered leaves like striking pythons. The Northern Warhorses raised their front hooves high, and the knights swiftly swung their longswords, cutting every vine apart. "It's those Fairies causing trouble."
Brandt shot out like an arrow loosed from a bow, wind flashing beneath his feet. Ahead of him, tiny Fairies in all kinds of colors