"Idiot!"
Facing an elven dragon knight charging at him atop a blue-green moonlight elven dragon, Dragon Spear in hand, Barrel raised an enormous cask with his left hand and poured a draught of strong liquor down his throat. With his right, he swung his warhammer into a howling gale and smashed it toward the Dragon Spear less than ten meters away.
The elven dragon knight attacked Barrel, but his gaze was fixed on the elven girl beside him. He loudly called the unconscious girl's name and poured all his strength into a fatal strike against the evil Dwarf King of his mind.
The next instant, there was a tremendous bang. The Dragon Spear shattered, its crystal-clear body breaking like glazed glass into countless brilliant shards. Both hands numb, the elven dragon knight bounced backward off his mount's back. The skin of his palms split open, spilling great sheets of blood. He let out a hoarse, heart-rending scream as he watched his beautifully shaped mount get blasted into a meat patty by Barrel's next hammer blow.
A bald, burly man transformed from a dragon grabbed the elven girl beside Barrel, then complained to Barrel unhappily. "That elven dragon was a female, and a fine-looking one at that. You smashed her to death—it's such a waste!" Smacking his lips, the dragon looked at Barrel with deep resentment. Such a cute little female dragon, smashed to death just like that!
Barrel gave a muffled snort, glared at the dragon, and held out his huge hand. "Cut the crap. This female elf—ten thousand barrels of ale, or five hundred thousand gold coins! She's worth that price. Didn't you hear those elves calling her a princess?"
"A princess!" The dragon man greedily licked his lips. "I've never tried what an elven princess tastes like! Heh,