Dragon God City, inside a grand hall.
Quite a few elders of the Dragon-Man Race had gathered here.
After all, this was a time of war between the Human Race and the Dragon-Man Race. They were on alert, constantly monitoring the movements of the human Emperors to prevent the other side from making a move and dealing the Dragon-Man Race devastating losses.
Yet the atmosphere in the hall was fairly relaxed. They were merely dealing with a single human city, not the Holy City. This was a trivial matter, something easily plucked from the hand.
"When do you think this war will end?"
A Dragon-Man elder spoke casually.
"Probably one day. One day will be more than enough to deal with the so-called Baili City."
"No, I think three hours will be enough. This time, a hundred Dragon-Man Kings have been deployed. Wiping out one tiny human city is practically effortless."
"You're still underestimating the humans. I think it'll take half a day. With the Human Race resisting desperately, they should be able to hold on for a while and cause our Dragon-Man army a little trouble."
"Since we all have different opinions, let's place a bet and see whose guess is right."
"Interesting. Then I'll bet one Dragon Crystal that they'll break through within three hours."
"Tsk, tsk, that's quite a wager. Fine, I'll bet one Dragon Crystal that it'll take half a day to break through."
Many Dragon-Man elders were high-spirited, casually gesturing as if commanding the world. None of them thought the Dragon-Man army winning would be a problem. The only question was how long it would take to win.
They began gambling among themselves, treating it as nothing more than a game.
"Report!"
Just then, a scout hurried in at tremendous speed, rushing straight into the