On the morning of the 14th, the chief of the Ankylosaurus Tribe led his clansmen alone toward the Barbarian reception area north of Night-Kirin City, while the ankylosauruses traveled west on their own. This was the first time since the birth of Frenco, the tribal chief, that he had ever been separated from the ankylosauruses of his tribe, yet he did not dare show the slightest dissatisfaction.
When he was young, he had known that his tribe's ankylosaurus leader, Safros, was stronger and longer-lived than an ordinary intermediate ankylosaurus. Yet only last night had he learned from Gleia that Safros had once taken part in the Dragon Knights' selection, and had even received the blessing of Revendia, the Demigod giant dragon. Unfortunately, in the end, the knights had not chosen ankylosauruses as mounts or transport species.
Last night, everything concerning their tribe had already been arranged by Gleia. Frenco's gravely injured grandson and granddaughter had been sent overnight to Night-Kirin City for treatment. Early this morning, the ankylosauruses were received by the Dragon Knights and taken to their station for temporary placement, while the tribesmen themselves were to stay temporarily in the Barbarian reception area.
"My Lady Gleia, my tribe is the most suited to caring for Gorani." After Gleia had finished making arrangements, Chief Frenco had once questioned her in a low voice.
"Not necessarily. I think that after your best witch doctors and beast tamers met with disaster, your dragon herd has weakened a great deal," Gleia said, pointing at several young dragons among them. "Those few are clearly ill, mainly from malnutrition. The three over there have obvious parasitic diseases. The veterinarians of the Dragon Knights were personally trained by my second elder brother, and they understand these matters better.
"You cannot understand dragon tongue, nor do