"Great Lava King, I am Leindorf, chief of the Fire Salamander Folk. I have already entered the Heroic Realm, and I am willing to lead my entire people as the First Legion in the war of conquest!"
As Leindorf introduced himself, pride colored his voice. As the fourth-strongest being on the entire island, he had every reason to be arrogant.
The leaders of the other races listened to Leindorf's introduction and couldn't help glancing his way. The chief of the Flame Wyverns, Ajires, was especially envious.
As the only clearly draconic race present, he was even more eager to earn the Lava King's recognition and become the First Legion.
Unfortunately, he was weaker than Leindorf of the Fire Salamander Folk. The gap between someone in the Mortal Realm and someone in the Heroic Realm was as vast as the heavens and the abyss.
"Very well. Since that's the case, your people will serve as the First Legion in the coming war of conquest, and you'll take the position of grand general, commanding the actions of all the races."
"However, this is only temporary. If you fail to satisfy me during the war of conquest, you'll be replaced at any time!"
Green spoke in a casual tone, fully displaying a giant dragon's arrogance and tyrannical, foolish nature.
But Leindorf paid no attention to Green's attitude. If a Red Dragon didn't speak that way, that would be truly strange.
"Great Lava King, the Fire Salamander Folk will surely bring you victory!" Leindorf declared, his expression fervent.
He even gave Ajires, the Flame Wyvern chief, a slight, taunting look.
Green watched the bunch of mutually jealous evil races under his command and paid them little mind.
That was how a wicked dragon's underlings were. If they weren't at each other's throats, something would