"Stop, foolish humans! Do you even know what you're doing? You're defying your future masters, the wise Storm Dragon Sivir and his kin! Release us now, and I can still forgive your transgressions on the day the dragons descend!"
The sun had yet to set. A hazy strand of twilight stained the blue dragon's flowing blood a rusty hue. Perhaps there were so many sword wounds on his body that an onlooker might have mistaken him for a bronze dragon.
He was bound tightly with hemp rope. Even severely wounded, he could have broken free of those crude bindings with ease.
Yet Sivir simply lacked the courage to break free, as though he could only muster the will to escape with Tang Qi's permission—even though the one who had hurt him was the knight clad in plate armor.
But why am I afraid of the human beside her?
As a relatively rational dragon, he pondered this while still attempting to struggle. "I—"
"Shut up."
"Mmff—"
Watching the man before him tame a dragon that had run rampant for days with a single sentence, making him as docile as a curled-up spotted cat, Great Sword Dance couldn't help rubbing his eyes. He rubbed the wounded gnolls' filthy blood right into them.
"Hiss." It stung a little, but he could bear it. He could treat it as a challenge in enduring pain. "Even the Ocelot People in our tribe aren't as well-behaved as he is!"
That was certainly because of the strength of the allied force before them, but strength alone couldn't make the notoriously proud dragons so cautious.
A purple little dragon and a red one followed at his side, further proof of his abilities. Where had this master dragon tamer come from?
Tang Qi looked at the gnolls, whose ranks